Find a place to hide?

Of course it is impossible.

Li Ang urgently needed to replenish his energy and was so hungry that he was so hungry that he certainly wanted to find an opportunity to have a big meal.

Aoki previously said that tonight's banquet included red wine, champagne, and cakes...

While high-calorie things can fill their stomachs, they can also quickly restore their mental power.

So, when his eyes swept over the unlucky Marco's body and the big Santa model, a bad idea appeared.

On the 30th floor, in the banquet hall, the bandit leader held a dish and ate the cake comfortably while brainwashing the hostages:

"I hope this is a professional, effective, targeted cooperation. Unfortunately, your vice president, Mr. Aoki, doesn't think so, so he can no longer spend the rest of his life with everyone."

Hearing that Aoki, the company's top leader, had died, as his subordinate, the hostages sighed at the same time.

The bandit leader continued: "If you want to go out safely, it is up to you to be carried out like Mr. Aoki.

Please don't have any illusions, because we are the masters and any situation is within our control..."

"ah!"

A female hostage suddenly screamed and interrupted the bandit leader's preaching.

Everyone followed her eyes and saw a corpse lying in the elevator.

"Marco?"

The bandit leader immediately recognized the only subordinate wearing glasses in the team except for the electronics expert Theo.

The guy with glasses was half lying in the elevator, with his back against the wall, and his head was stuck with a funny Christmas hat, and his eyes stared at everyone with dissipated pupils.

"Hans, he's dead, Marco is dead!"

A subordinate shouted to the bandit leader with an excited expression.

"So their boss called Hans..."

The initiator Li Ang continued to hide and peek.

Hans raised his hand and signaled his men to stay calm. He stepped forward and flattened the wrinkles on the devil's Marco's clothes, and saw clearly the English letters written in blood on it:

"Now I have a Bereta, plus a MP5, ha! ha! ha!"

Provocation! A bare-hearted provocation!

"Are you a surviving guard?"

A sane subordinate asked.

Hans shook his head, "It was not their job, the guards in the building are just retired old men."

It is impossible to have the ability to kill a well-trained professional, and Marco died of a broken throat and was killed by close-range fights.

"Hans, we have to do something!" the excited man yelled.

Hans immediately said, "Let Carl come down and tell him that his brother is dead..."

What was said below, but Li Ang couldn't understand because they changed to German.

Li Ang had long seen that these robbers were different from the native beauties, and now it seems that they should be Europeans.

These robbers from Europe were luring their tigers out of the mountain, and many of them took the elevator upstairs to search for the enemies who killed Marco, which made the banquet hall empty.

In addition, there were many hostages on the scene, with nearly 100 people. When the robbers were seriously insufficient, Li Ang had the chance to take advantage of the situation.

While the restaurant was left unattended, he slipped in and feasted.

Wine, pastries, eat with open stomach.

As energy is replenished and the consumed mental power is quickly recovered, Li Ang’s plug-in is ready to go again.

It was like a car that had been running a hundred kilometers, and was filled with oil again.

"Please help! Please help! Can anyone hear Channel 9?"

At this moment, a sound suddenly sounded behind him. Li Ang quickly turned around and found that it was a walkie-talkie hanging from the robber.

There continued sound from the walkie-talkie:

"A group of terrorists occupied Zhongfu Building and held nearly a hundred hostages. The number of terrorists is unknown, maybe ten, maybe more, carrying automatic weapons and dangerous explosives, location, Century City, Zhongfu Building..."

"Awesome, the boss is the boss. That guy McLean really managed to climb to the rooftop by drilling into the patio."

Li Ang secretly cheered McLean.

The call on the walkie-talkie continued, and the bandit leader Hans and his men who failed to search all looked serious.

"Where is the best place to send signals...Penthouse! Hurry up! Go to the rooftop!"

Hans urgently ordered his men to go down to the rooftop to round up McLean.

"Listen, sir, whoever you are, I hope you know, this channel is for emergency calls only."

An operator at the station said to McLean in a friendly manner.

"This isn't a joke, Miss, do you think I'm ordering pizza? They've killed a hostage." McLean yelled.

Aoki was exposed in front of him at that time, and McLean was always worried about not being able to save him.

"Sir, I have already said that this is a dedicated channel. If you want to call the police, please call 911, otherwise we will regard your behavior as an illegal activity."

Faced with McLean's nonsense and his rude words, the operator's sister also lost her patience.

"Okay, then you guys report me, or come here to catch me..."

Bang!

Da da da da da da da da da!

The second half of the sentence was broken by gunfire, and Mars flew everywhere, and McLean ran away with his head in his arms.

"oh……"

Several operators frowned and took off their headsets at the same time, and the noise was simply deafening.

"Is that gunshot?"

"It seems to be..."

"Then send a patrol policeman to check it out."

The operator originally thought McLean was just a boring drunk who called the police on Christmas night, but now it seems that something really happened there.

"Damn it! Who fired the first shot just now? Didn't I say that no one except me is allowed to kill him?!"

Carl held AUG and said angrily to his accomplices. He had clearly aimed at McLean just now, and was about to take advantage of the guy talking to the operator and neglecting to prevent sneak attacks and kill him, but someone suddenly fired a shot first. Not only did he not hit him, but he was prepared for the guy and the next few shots did not hit him.

Behind the air conditioning pipe, Li Ang calmly blew the gun of Belleta, and quickly rushed to slow down. Finally, he saved the life of the rash ghost before the enemy came up.

"Carl, why are you talking about so much? That guy is about to escape. Let's chase him!"

Seeing McLean slipping into the small door like a slippery loach, his accomplices chased him one after another.

"Damn it, he got into the patio!"

An accomplice found a figure flashing into the elevator patio.

I also understood how McLean safely came to the top floor through the guards.

At that time, someone reported this situation to the bandit leader Hans through the walkie-talkie.

Hans ordered electronic expert Theo to control the elevator to descend, leaving McLean in the patio a turtle in the jar.

"Okay, Carl, that annoying mouse has become a turtle in the jar. Just lock him in it. Now you guys get down quickly, the police should be almost here."
Chapter completed!