"The two students who came in to deliver the meal were detained by them. These guys are so crazy!" said the police chief to Andre.

The camera's camera is just right, and you can see the two girls being held with the hostages. They lowered their heads and squatted there, motionless, as if their bodies were still trembling.

"Karimov, please pay attention to our people when attacking. Those two girls must not be injured!" Andrei's eyes were cold. These terrorists deserved to die! Andrei had completely murderous intent at this time.

Time passed by little by little, and finally, the anesthesia gas transported from Moscow arrived at the site. In order to deliver it as quickly as possible, a MiG-31 interceptor was used this time. The box used to store this gas in the back seat, and it flew supersonic all the way. After landing at a nearby base, it was sent by a helicopter.

"Your mission is to kill the terrorists and rescue our hostages! This is a fight against terrorists and must be completed simply and beautifully!" Andrei looked at the soldiers of the A-team who were ready to go and gave them the final order.

"Yes!" The warrior wrapped in a hood and only exposed his eyes, nose and mouth replied to Andre. Their weapons were varied, including SVD sniper rifles, AK-74s with folding stocks, Israeli Uz submachine guns, and even several people carrying crossbows.

It was still very bright now, and the soldiers slowly got into the drain pipe nearby. The person in front was wearing a box that released the anesthetic gas on his back.

Karimov's eyes were cold, and the army has been established for five years. This is the first time to take a regular action! We must show the world our outstanding combat effectiveness!

"Cruff, slap." With a gentle sound, the warrior Varissi in front pushed open the cover above his head. This was the toilet, which was dirty and there were no terrorists watching here.

After a few steps, he climbed into the vent. Varissi continued to climb inside along the vent, full of spider webs, like a maze! However, relying on his prior memory, he accurately found the correct route and came to the vertical vent, continued to climb upward, and entered the fourth floor. His movement was lighter, for fear of shocking the terrorists below.

At this time, seven hours had passed since the hostage incident. The terrorists, who were highly nervous, were the most exhausted.

"Captain, it's been so long. Did that Andrey play tricks?" Haster asked Abbas on the side.

"If he dares to play tricks, these hostages here will be dead!" Abbas said very firmly. There are so many hostages in his hands!

"Note that in two hours, it will be dark. Give me a boost and contact us in China. As long as the time comes and the Soviets have not done what we ask, then kill the hostages!"

"Yes." Haster said: "Can we kill those two female students first?" Haster pointed at the two sisters Liana and Lilia.

"Of course!" Abbas said.

"Okay, then it's time. I'll go to the next room and kill them!" Haster's face was covered with a hideous smile.

Time passes by little by little.

Something was wrong with my body, my mind was a little muddy, and at the same time, I felt a little thirsty. Abbas picked up the kettle behind me and wanted to take a sip, but his hands couldn't reach it, and the eyes were blurred.

Not good! Abbas called out in his heart that something was wrong!

He wanted to open his mouth and shout, but he couldn't make a sound. He didn't even seem to be under his control. He vaguely noticed something in his heart. Was he infected with poison?

Looking at the companion next to him, he had the same expression at this time. The Haster was leaning against a chair, closing his eyes, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

His hand slowly moved, moving, trying to take out the grenade behind him. Since he had already been trapped, he might as well die together!

"Boom!" At this moment, an explosion suddenly sounded at the door over there. With the explosion, countless fully armed personnel entered the door that was exploded one after another!

"Dada." With one shot, the two terrorists who were guarding the goal on both sides had already fallen down powerlessly. With the sound of gunfire, there was a snowflake on their chests.

They were all short-shot shots, and only a dozen armed personnel rushed in, but they were quite skilled. Obviously, they had conducted this kind of indoor training many times. They used ak-74 with folding butt stocks, which was specially used for indoor combat. At the same time, the barrel was cut short, which was very convenient.

If it were the past, they would throw tear gas first and then rush in with gas masks. Now, the anesthetic gas has been poured for twenty minutes. I saw on TV that the people inside were almost unconscious. For them, this was just a unilateral massacre!

The six terrorists on the periphery had been cleared by them within three minutes. Some were killed with crossbows, and some were touched from behind and cut their throats. In short, the sounds were very light. The terrorists in the room had greatly weakened their hearing during the process of being dizzy by the anesthesia steam, and they did not hear anything unusual outside.

The battle of clearing down was going very smoothly. The team member Kochajin, who rushed to the front, suddenly showed a surprised look in his eyes.

The bandit leader Abbas moved his fingers little by little with his strong will, and finally reached the grenade! The muscles on his face had become stiff, and he still squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying. Looking at the armed personnel who were shooting them, he knew that his operation had completely failed, but before he died, he still had to pull a few cushions!

The oval grenade, raised by Abbas's hand, seemed to have radiated its greatest potential. He threw the grenade towards the hostage crowd three meters away!

The explosion radius of this kind of grenade is five meters. If you throw it over, you can kill and injure more than 20 people!

It was obvious that many of the hostages, like him, were in a coma!

"Dada." Kochakin's muzzle turned, and several 5.45-caliber bullets shot into Abbas's body. Abbas's body trembled back a few times, fell down, and blood gushed out. His body began to be completely stiff, his face and the hard smile.

The grenade, with an arc, just flew over the hostage's head and was about to fall! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!