747.
The call has been hung up, and the captain is still muttering: "Impossible, this is impossible!"
He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, that enough explosives were planted in the hotel to blow the building down.
But he didn't dare to take the risk. Being born and raised in Rio de Janeiro, he knew how easy it was to get explosives and detonate devices in the city's black market.
Therefore, he did not dare to take the risk.
His face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face. Now the situation was developing beyond his authority to make a decision.
I reported the matter immediately, and the answer I got was that I would rather believe it than not.
No explosive is foolproof. If there is one, and it really detonates, the news will spread to every corner of the world as quickly as possible.
The Brazilian government cannot afford such fame and such big news.
On the rooftop, the cell phone in Zhang Feng's pocket rang again.
A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, knowing that the other party would definitely agree to his request.
Of course there was no explosives, it was all Zhang Feng grinning. He just wanted to make the other party nervous. Only in this way can the other party lose their most basic judgment due to fear. Only in this way can the other party be able to conceal the truth and make his next move smoothly!
After answering the phone, the captain immediately said: "We agree to your request, but it will take time to prepare the helicopter, at least an hour!"
"An hour? Do you think I'm a fool? Are you playing drag tricks with me here? Want to spend an hour searching every corner of the building for explosives? You're so naive!"
Zhang Feng shouted angrily in a cold voice: "It's only half an hour. If I can't see the helicopter, huh, just wait for the explosives to explode."
Snapped. He hung up the phone without mercy again, and then threw the phone down the rooftop.
He turned to look at Dai'er, who was sitting on the ground and gasping for air, and said, "How's it going? Have you calmed down yet? We have to act as soon as possible!"
Dai'er's cheeks were still as pale as gold paper, she nodded reluctantly and stood up.
Instructing Sharapova to help her stand up, Zhang Feng followed him and walked quickly towards the center of the rooftop, where was the stairwell leading upstairs from the 18th floor.
Go over and close the door to the stairwell, and at the same time, hang a grenade on the door.
After doing this, Zhang Feng said: "There is no one from the other side monitoring the back of this building, but it will take up to ten minutes from the time we reveal the intention of the operation to the time they arrange for manpower to monitor."
"We must descend to a certain floor within ten minutes and then move quickly. Only in this way can the other party lose our whereabouts. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Sharapova said decisively.
Dai'er reluctantly gritted her teeth and nodded.
Zhang Feng led the two men and wandered to the rooftop fence on the other side of the building. At this time, the person holding the telescope could no longer see their whereabouts.
The person responsible for surveillance immediately reported the situation to the captain in charge.
The captain felt like he was in a hurry now. Hearing his report, he didn't take it seriously at all. He was now focused on how to determine whether there was any explosives hidden in the hotel in the shortest possible time.
Zhang Feng tied the rope around Sharapova's waist and said: "You go down first. The length of the rope is fifteen meters, which should be the height of a five-story building. For safety reasons, just go down three floors. Fifteen meters." Floor! After entering the room, quickly control the situation and wait for the two of us to go down! Any questions?"
"No!"
"Okay, take action!"
Sharapova held the rope with both hands, stepped on the wall with both feet, put the rope on one side of her hand, kept moving her feet down, and her body descended rapidly.
At the beginning, her movements were still cautious, but as she got to the back, her speed became faster.
When she descended to the fifteenth floor, Sharapova stopped, pulled out a pistol from her waist with one hand, and slammed the butt of the gun against the window.
The window shattered, revealing a hole big enough for one person to pass through.
His knees bent, he jumped back suddenly, and his body wandered.
When he came back from the swing, his body suddenly shrank into a ball, and with the help of inertia, he rushed directly into the house.
When he hit the ground, his body huddled up to protect his vitals, then he rolled over, half-crouched on the ground, and raised his gun.
The room was empty, there was no one, except for the clothes scattered on the bed. The guests who lived in this room must have been sent away urgently, and they didn't even have time to pack up their things.
After confirming that it was safe, Sharapova got up and ran to the window, waving to the top to indicate that Zhang Feng was safe.
Zhang Feng didn't want Dai'er to go down alone, because for a novice like her who had no professional training at all, this thing was impossible to accomplish, especially with such crude homemade equipment!
When going up, she didn't need to do anything. She just had to keep holding the rope tightly with both hands and wait for him to pull her up.
But when going down, if she were to do it by herself, she would need several people to operate it, and her hands and feet would have to cooperate.
That's why Zhang Feng asked Sharapova to go down first.
Facing Del, he said: "Now, hold me! Put your hands around my neck, clamp my waist with your legs, and then close your eyes until I let you open! Remember? No matter what the situation , don’t even open your eyes!”
Dai'er bit her lip tightly, walked over and hugged Zhang Feng, like a koala.
The two people's movements can be completely intimate, extremely ambiguous, and they can clearly smell each other's scent.
Dai'er was also surprised to find that there was no unpleasant smell on Zhang Feng's body, only a faint smell of sweat and a faint smell of tobacco.
Zhang Feng didn't have such little girly thoughts like her, so he quickly pulled up Sharapova's rope, wrapped it around his and Dai'er's waists, and tied the two people together tightly.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Feng stepped on the wall with his feet, kept holding the rope with both hands, and began to descend little by little.
He didn't dare to move so fast toward Sharapova. After all, she was the weight of two people now, and Del's life was completely tied to him.
Hoo ho ho.
One floor, one floor! The temperature was 37 degrees, and the hot sun was not blocked by the clouds. It was scorching, and sweat was pouring down.
Even the wind carries a burning breath.
Zhang Feng kept taking deep breaths, and the speed was not fast, but it was extremely stable.
Just when we were descending to the sixteenth floor, an accident happened!
"Creak!" The sound of tearing cloth!
Zhang Feng also felt a thump in his heart. The secret was not good, so he quickly stopped falling and stepped on the wall with his feet to increase the friction and reduce the load-bearing weight of the rope twisted from strips of cloth.
When Dai'er heard the sound, her body jumped tightly in fear and nervousness, and her hands and legs wrapped tightly around Zhang Feng's body.