The pilots on the planes still hovering in the sky are really crazy. They know that they will become hostages in their hands when they land, but what should they do if they don’t land?

The airline gasoline on the plane is 100% not enough for Lvflight. Indonesia, a country full of islands and garbage everywhere, has only 27 fucking international airports. They exploded twenty-six of them at one point. The other airports, which are dilapidated and short as the lifeline of Indonesians, can make such large passenger planes land safely?

Seeing that the gasoline was about to be consumed, the pilots of the planes that were constantly hovering over the Jakarta airport were finally forced to send a landing signal helplessly, but the other party replied with awesomeness: "Wait, don't you see dozens of planes waiting in the sky? Don't go in line and don't be crowded, be a good student and citizen who knows how to come first and then arrive!"

What the hell is this? If you want to be a hostage in someone's hands, you have to wait in line, and you have to talk about the four beauties and follow the rules of coming first and coming later. A pilot couldn't help but whine: "Please, the gasoline on our plane is only enough for five minutes to use, so let's land and become your hostages first! There is a Japanese tour group on our plane, 65% of the passengers are Japanese, and 25% are Americans. As long as we land, you will have at least 500 million more income!!!"

Who said that money is not omnipotent, but without money it is absolutely impossible?

The other party laughed and opened the convenient door happily: "Okay, okay, you are indeed qualified to go to the lineup. You landed on Runway 12. Now, land now, land immediately! Remember not to tremble when landing. As a reward for you, the God of Wealth in the air, I can directly criticize who you are our special guest. No matter what happens afterwards, we will be polite to you. But if you dare to drop the plane, I will bring you the whole family to the death!"

Through the public contact channel, all the pilots heard this naked money transaction. A pilot immediately shouted: "I also have a tour group in this plane, and the passengers are 100% Indian. According to your standards, each of them is worth 6 million US dollars, and we also have a net worth of nearly 500 million!"

In the airport command tower, I pondered for a moment and asked loudly through the translator: "Which country are you from?"

The driver's screams were directly spread through our deliberate transmission, and were directly spread to every person in the world who was paying attention to this super kidnapping incident. Although he knew that the situation was serious and that this was not a joke, at least 200 million people suddenly whispered countless people in an instant. "I am a native Indonesian. We are only worth $1. We Indonesians are the least valuable! You can only exchange our lives for cans of soda!"

According to the "Hostage Redemption Standards and Payment Methods" we released, the ransom for each Indonesian is only one dollar. Don't think we have any special affection for Indonesia and are willing to open the back door for them. This is a big plan to squeeze out one stone from Bai Liqi's genius' head!

This mere dollar policy alone includes differentiation, discord, provocation, weakness, despise, and despise... A series of strategies, its insidiousness and despicability, have made us, the reckless and mad bulls who only know how to lead troops to fight, have truly witnessed the terribleness of wisdom and the insidiousness of strategy!

Not to mention anything else, countries have formed a special rescue team. Indonesia, as a local snake, has to bear heavy responsibilities, but their country's hostages only need one dollar to be redeemed. Compared with those countries that often cost millions of dollars, they have no financial pressure. Of course, their finance ministers' every move is easier.

This alone is enough to make other allies feel like they swallowed a fly, which is disgusting and unable to say anything, so they can only curse in their hearts: "Fuck, you Indonesian monkeys are just a fucking hamburger, a can of Coca-Cola!"

The driver's shouting was really something that everyone expected, and he shouted out the voices of everyone and the character of Indonesian people! His words alone are no less than snatching up a big hand on the international stage, and slapped dozens of huge pot stickers on the face of Indonesia with a "slap" and slapped dozens of huge pot stickers on the face of Indonesia.

I tapped the podium and asked with a smile, "How much gasoline do you have on the plane?"

The driver, who is worth up to $1, replied with a sad face: "We only have five minutes of gasoline left!"

I shouted, "Okay, five minutes is enough, I will arrange it for you immediately! You will drive the plane north now and land after hearing my notice!"

The super hammer was so moved that he nodded repeatedly, but after he turned the plane and flew north for two minutes, he suddenly realized something was wrong and asked in confusion: "But there is no airport in the north that we can land. Even if there is any place to force the landing, with our current fuel condition, we might fall into the sea halfway."

"You are so fucking smart!" I slapped the podium hard and shouted loudly: "There is still a glimmer of life to fall into the sea. It is much better than if you fall head-on to a building, right? I have contacted the Indonesian water police for you, and I wish you good luck!"

I cut off the contact with the $1 driver and completely blocked his cry. I turned the communicator to the public channel and said coldly: "You all saw it. Don't test my patience. If you have the ability, you should just fuck you in the sky and don't come down, otherwise you can queue up honestly now! Anyone who has to wait until the gasoline is exhausted before remembering to ask me for help, just land directly in the sea."

Should we land in the sea forcibly, bet on a verge of death, or should we land in the airport honestly, become hostages in the hands of the kidnappers, and wait for our country to pay sky-high compensation?

At this moment, in the temporary rescue center in Indonesia, an engineer pointed to the map and jumped, shouted and laughed: "I found it, I found it. This section of highway can support large passenger aircraft landings! Immediately notify all the pilots on the passenger aircraft and organize the landings according to the fuel support time. Immediately notify the aviation department, prepare the runway indicator lights at this location, notify the fire department, gather in this area, and prepare for various emergencies!"

Although there is no way to rescue the hostages who have been trapped in the airport, being able to rescue the planes that are still hovering in the sky is a preliminary victory!

In the underground command hall of Peach Island, Bai Ruiqi sent a satellite message and looked at a large number of vehicles coldly. The rescue troops gathered at their location number 5633, saying: "That's great. You can find the only highway section in Jakarta that can allow large passenger planes to land. It can be seen that they are not all fools. I ordered and immediately start the Kamikaze Plan! Those little gangsters have been showing off their power in Jakarta for so long. It's time for our Kanyu Death Squad to show their strengths to them and let them see the blood and violence of the craziest perverted race in the world!"

The thugs in Jakarta are still running around the streets, and the military and police in charge of public security are still colluding with them, watching the Chinese shops burned and women being raped and gang-raped. But they don’t know that around them, there are two thousand residents of Ping'an Island who have undergone temporary special training scattered in various corners of Jakarta. Their wolf-like eyes are staring at the bastards who are shouting wildly on the street, beating, smashing, jumping and laughing.

Witnessing the bloodiest and cruel scenes in front of me, recalling the constant screams and whine of my relatives under these bastards, these people hiding in the darkest corner of the city, a kind of absolutely cold red slowly rose in their eyes.

In the sky of Jakarta, three red signal flares were fired at the same time in more than twenty places.

This is a signal flare that launched the general attack!

There are no rules and no constraints, nor are there any requirements for morality and benevolence. Before I set off, I only said to them one thing: "If you are a man, take back all the things they owe you and take them back twice as much!"

"Ao~~"

Thousands of wounded lone wolf-like roars rang out in every corner of Jakarta at the same time, and fierce gunfire sounds spread throughout the city. The men on Ping'an Island, three, five people, carrying AK automatic rifles that only cost 200 US dollars each, carried bullets and grenades enough to support a war, rushed to the streets of Jakarta without any scruples.

The gangsters and hooligans and the military and police who were watching the show made a scream like a girl in the rain of bullets. They were completely scared by the soldiers with so many people, such powerful firepower, and such crazy attacks.

A large group of bodies are as strong as apes and Tarzan, who is simply fucking not human!

They grabbed the automatic rifle and swept it. After the bullet was fired, they stabbed it with a bayonet. They were grabbed by someone and pulled out a grenade and smashed it. They were hugged by someone, opened their mouths and bitten it. They were shot at the vital point by the military and police. They held the "chichi" smoke-filled grenade and rushed forward.

They are not fighting, they are simply fighting!

It’s enough to make money when you fight for one, and it’s profitable when you fight for two!!!

Anyway, life on Ping'an Island is boring and can make people want to kill themselves. Anyway, a woman has been raped and killed by others. No one will accompany her to do warm-up exercises at night. If she is fucking life, she will be indifferent and can live. It will be a fucking worthwhile life to be able to enjoy the last time and enjoy her last time!

Bullets swept over one after another, and grenades were smashed overwhelmingly. As long as someone was injured, they immediately turned into human bombs. They rushed forward with more than a dozen grenades. As long as they were not hit by the head, even if they were shot by the military and police for more than twenty shots, he could still rush into the military and police's huddle with a smirk.

The Indonesian military and police were frightened. When did they see such crazy troops? When did they experience such bloody battles?

There were bullet holes everywhere, shrapnel everywhere, corpses and fried pieces of meat that were still twitching in pools of blood.

In the end, a dozen military police officers shook and hurried together, raised their weapons in their hands to surrender to the madmen. A resident of Ping An Island pointed at one of them and screamed: "It's him. He was there when he raped my wife. He even pressed the cigarette butt on my wife!"

Dozens of bayonets were raised at the same time and stabbed them hard at the same time. As the blood splashed, the men pulled out the bayonet and stabbed them hard. The bodies of more than a dozen military and police officers kept trembling on the ground. Each stabbed them, and they would bounce them like an electric shock.

Someone's hands and faces were covered with blood. While stabbing the bayonet down like pounding garlic, he raised his head and shouted: "Ahua, you can rest in peace, I finally avenge you!"

Take as many bullets as you can, and carry as many grenades as you can. These men who have completely inspired their national animal nature are wandering around the streets shouting "blood debt and blood repayment". On this day, Indonesian indigenous people finally understood what kind of fearful life Chinese people live in this world of demons dancing!
Chapter completed!