Every minute, kill a hostage, first hang an Indonesian monkey worth only one dollar, and then shoot a British gentleman worth up to five hundred dollars, and repeat the cycle of reincarnation.

Just forty minutes later, twenty British passengers' bodies were thrown outside the airport gate.

No one dares to collect the body!

Four or five hundred Indonesian special police bodies were poured out in a 1,000-meter range outside the airport gate, including the 88th half-price discount task force, the Indonesian Marine Corps, the 41st Special Detachment, and the Indonesian Jakarta Special Guard Force... Well-equipped, well-trained, and thought I was the best in the world. No matter what the hell is, as long as you dare to run to the Jakarta International Airport within 1,500 meters, it would definitely be a meat bun to beat a dog and never go back.

Li Ming and a soldier in the fifth special unit led by him were almost laughing crazy. When did he see so many people running or moving, and when they shoot, they will roll around the ground. They insist on making various military moves standard and standard. They don’t know how to deal with the place and are flexible and flexible.

As soon as the gunshot sounded, those special troops who didn't even know where the enemy was fell down one after another. The bulletproof shield, bulletproof vest, and bulletproof helmet were like paper, and they could be worn and broken as soon as they hit. Seeing that even the light tanks were shot through by someone, the anti-terrorism special police instantly stared bigger than duck eggs.

Li Ming laughed wildly while shooting: "See, how many human sandbags are there! Everyone has a share, no one has to rob them! Those trash lying on the ground and trembling all over their bodies will ignore them. Let's see who is fucking jumping high and climbing far away, so let's concentrate our firepower to greet him first. Let's see if that idiot just took ecstasy, or do he likes two people to roll into a ball on the ground when he falls in love with a woman? He can actually roll and climb on the ground and run more than fifty meters away?"

The guys who could rush out more than fifty meters on the ground with continuous rolling side were definitely a super action master! The most amazing thing was that he could still make beautiful small arcs while constantly rolling, just like a gyro, and draw messy circles on the ground.

Look at his flexibility and his familiarity. Maybe before joining the Indonesian army, he was an extraordinary person who could walk around the world and could walk on a steel wire, see a bamboo pole, and step on a nail board without pain.

but……

No matter how tall he is, can he be above fifty first-class snipers?

Can he run away, and can he run through dozens of sniper rifles pointing at him together?

A burst of gunfire sounded, and at least thirty snipers pointed at him and pulled the strike. The action master, with a hole full of pits, stared at him with helpless eyes and lay down to the sky.

A master is a master, and even the action of being shot and killed is so handsome!

His hands raised high were like stone statues carefully sculpted by the artist, full of desire for survival and disgust with death. In the slight hook of the five fingers, a kind of natural perfection of power arises naturally. When he fell straight down, the tragic and tragic beauty even a senior pirate captain like Li Ming was moved.

This man is brave enough. He knew that there was a large number of snipers at the Jakarta airport, but he could still rush to the front of the team!

This man is strong and wise enough. Without bunkers and fire support and bullets flying overhead, he actually made Li Ming shoot twelve bullets empty. This not only requires absolutely developed motor nerves, but also requires almost intuitive judgment on the ever-changing battlefield!

He has the same potential as Fu Yinxue, and his military actions are even more perfect and effective than Fu Yinxue.

But, think about it...

How many pains do Fu Yinxue need to experience that others cannot imagine, how many double damages do you need to endure from both spirit and physicality, how many opportunities and luck are needed, and maybe even what is the mercy and unbearableness of God?

Only by being thrown to the brink of life and death again and again, rising up on the battlefield of despair again and again, suddenly bursting with the most violent brilliance with himself as the axis, leading his brothers and comrades around him to break through the siege can he truly grow and become a brilliant hero!

Only when he was trapped and hurt by love again and again, until he was hurt without pain, and finally reborn with the cynical roar of rebellion and destiny, he was truly mature. When he finally defeated the shadow of his soul and returned to the battlefield, he had already realized some truth in this world, and there was no false restraint of benevolence, righteousness and morality in his heart.

"You listen, either prepare the money and transfer the money to the designated account according to my order, or prepare the ace special forces in your hands, and everyone will do a good job at Jakarta Airport!"

This is not a negotiation at all, but an order, a command. The dozens of hostage bodies thrown at the entrance of Jakarta Airport and hundreds of Indonesian special police who died bravely are his unquestionable authority!

After such a time of confrontation, Tang Jieke Si finally understood what kind of person he was facing!

When he raised his sword and attacked the enemy, he was a great hero who could lead everyone to show his strongest combat power; when he sat in the command room and gently spread out a roll of map with a calm smile, he was a hero who did everything he could to achieve his goal!

No matter who wants to stand in front of him and bargain with him, be prepared to pay enough, because you are trying to dance with a sword of the madman that no one can grasp again!

Negotiations, so far!

Any negotiating expert in the world made the same judgment: to deal with such an enemy, or to rush into Jakarta Airport with a force of energy and wipe them out completely, or to honestly follow their requirements and hand over the ransom to the kidnappers! Please note that it is a little bit. If you dare to give him one dollar less, he will perform a little surgery on the hostages and leave something worth one dollar behind!

The most elite special forces in the world gathered in Jakarta. Although they are counter-strike elites, and although the other party is a kidnapper who commits all kinds of evil and commits indiscriminate killing innocent kidnappers, the two sides have different positions, different beliefs and obligations, but these special forces elites who believe in force secretly gave a thumbs up to their opponents they had never met: "Fuck, you are so damn good enough, I have wanted to do this long ago!!!"

Now the group of top students who graduated from Harvard University, with two doctoral titles on their heads, two master's certificates in their pockets, and two undergraduate diplomas on their feet. Those with high IQs are thorny, are they stupid, are they dumbfounded, do you understand what it means to be a scholar?

Did he really think that with his three-inch tongue, he could say that the sky was full of spoils and the sea was resurrected?

Did he really think that he was the messenger of God, the incarnation of Li XX, and as long as he appeared there and talked nonsense, he could make careful preparations. The terrorist who purchased a large number of advanced weapons and ammunition raised his hands and surrendered, and knelt in front of him crying and praying for repentance, and immediately became his loyal believer?!

When these bad guys heard about terrifying activities, their eyes shone and ran back and forth, but in the end they only dared to hide in the command room with air conditioning, guards and bulletproof devices, holding a microphone and whining there.

It was not until they, the group of counter-strikes, pulled the balance of victory to their side bit by bit, and saw that they could wipe out the terrorists completely, that these bad guys suddenly emerged with a fox-like power. They covered their bulletproof pots and wore bulletproof sacks and ran out with a small loudspeaker in their hands. They first hid themselves behind an armored vehicle, and confirmed that their life was worthless, no one was not paying attention to it, and then they set up the small loudspeaker, coughed first, then trembled and "feeded" it, and then shouted in a voice that was even more unpleasant than a hen crowing: "Don't shoot, I'm a negotiator for the police. Please believe me, I'm here to help you... As long as you can put down your weapons and release the hostages now, I will definitely plead with the judge. Believe me, I'm here to help you..."

I'm gonna be!

Help him, at this time, as the saying goes, 100 million kidnappers die, and 100 million cells are dancing. As long as the brothers rush forward, everything will be fine. But this kind of high-IQ garbage just stands there, shouts up and shouts, and if a gunshot sounds from inside and the negotiating experts fall head-on, it will of course be everyone happy; if the bandits find that something is wrong, they will really be like a group of virgins waiting to be gang-raped by hundreds of big men, and walk out carefully and timidly, even if the top skills of this case run to someone's mouth.

How can we blame these special police for not respecting the human rights of the kidnappers, not understanding the kidnappers' difficulties, not being so gentle, not considerate in their actions, or being a little rough and direct?
Chapter completed!