With him behind, there are soldiers of his own country behind, so I feel so relieved.
Now you can enter the room where the Red Scorpion is taking hostages by passing through the front right-angle ventilation duct. Ye Jian only bounced gently and rhythmically by the microphone, telling them that she is fine, don’t worry. .
There was already sweat, tension, excitement...and excitement on the sideburns. Under these three emotions, Ye Jianjiao's lips lightly pursed and then lightly breathed in some muddy air, and moved on.
"She's okay, K7, keep an eye on it!" Xia Jinyuan said to everyone and to K7 who was facing Red Scorpion: "Inside, I will hand her over to you!"
Hearing this, K7 blinked his eyes indifferently, as if he had agreed.
Red Scorpion was already upset. His elbows were tightly strangling Vietnamese students’ necks, and the students’ breathing suddenly became difficult. He wanted to breathe, because of lack of oxygen, his face was flushed, like There is no possibility of a stranded fish even struggling.
"After two minutes, the hostage in your hand will die due to lack of oxygen, and you, the red scorpion, still cannot escape." K7 is indifferent to this, as if the hostage held by the enemy is actually a puppet.
In the narrow vent, Ye Jian who was crawling was already sweating on her back. Wearing a gas mask, she did not stop. After passing a right angle with her amazingly flexible body, she paused for a while and adjusted her breathing. The vent on the back of the red scorpion can be clearly seen.
Outside, everyone was standing up, and the representatives sent by the Vietnamese military were so anxious that there were waves of cold sweat on their foreheads, and they kept praying.
The Vietnamese special forces who had entered the building rushed to the front of the international police, using their bodies to prevent the international police from destroying the drug-trafficking leader, regardless of the only child of a military minister in their country.
This is an intellectual fight against the enemy. For the Chinese soldiers, they have made perfect preparations, and it is definitely not a problem to catch them all in one go.
Outside, people from the international police and the Vietnamese military stared at the side of the machine room with guns in heavy smoke, and in front of the hidden cabinet door leading to another room, a police officer stood up and said in a very embarrassed tone: "Now There is only the last goal left. We don't want to take credit for your work, but we hope to complete the task more perfectly."
"The Chinese soldiers are now the only child of our minister. If something happens, can you take responsibility?" The Vietnamese military are very nervous. They are all riding on the back of a tiger and must be careful!
The confrontation between the two parties made Xia Jinyuan's eyes increasingly cold.
J5 laughed coolly, "What's the credit? I'm sorry, I don't understand. And you, you guys, want to rush in, okay, come, let's take a look at the situation inside the house."
When I walked to the only monitor screen that had not been blown up, J5 fingers operated on the keyboard for a while. After the originally static monitor screen flickered, I instantly cut into the next room.
"You guys in a hurry, you really want to rush in, and we will definitely not stop it. Of course, you can figure out what the consequences are." J5 said with a smile like a spring breeze, but the meaning in the words, huh, the words are like Ice, with a suffocating chill.
Xia Jinyuan had already put away his gun, and said indifferently: "I think, with the strength of the international police and the Vietnamese military, plus so many people rushing in together, it shouldn't be possible that even one hostage can't be saved."
"G3, whoever notified us, retreat."