The sea breeze is whistling.

However, May is not the season for typhoons, and the wind is only level 4.

The wind power is mostly several levels, and Zhang Lu has the spark of morning glory, and the adsorption power of his palm can completely stabilize his body.

It was just that the sea breeze blew the clothes and Zhang Lu had to be more careful, otherwise it would easily alarm the enemy.

At this moment, Zhang Lu had already completed an unimaginable difficulty for ordinary people, climbing from a foreign aid on the cruise ship to the sixth level.

This floor is the entertainment center of the ship, and many people are controlled here in the lobby.

There were five men in black at the scene, all wearing poker masks and guarding with guns. They gathered in the center of the hall, squatting down and holding their heads.

A young man was obviously a student. He came to Fugui with his father to travel and watched the three-year gambling king competition.

After the Gambling King Competition, move to the entertainment center to play.

Who knew that five militants suddenly rushed into the hall and shot at the ceiling, and everyone was scared.

Xiangjiang shoots numerous police and gangster films every year.

This scene usually only appears in the video, but when you experience it yourself, looking at the dark muzzle, your whole body is creepy, your palms and forehead keeps sweating, and even your body can't help trembling.

Because of fear, he subconsciously approached his father and asked in a low voice: "Dad, will we die here..."

Sudden.

A militant wearing a block 9 poker mask turned his head, his fierce eyes fell on him, and shouted, "It's too noisy, drag him to the side to solve it!"

"yes!"

A militant walked over.

The young man who spoke out loudly had a blank mind, he just said something, and the other party was going to execute him!

The young man's father saw the militants coming over fiercely, blocked the child, protected the child behind him, begged: "Let's shut up now and make sure that we won't make any sound."

"I'm just a child, he's still a student. I'm willing to give it to you any amount of money, please..."

The militant had no sympathy or sympathy at all. In his cold eyes, these hostages were like chickens and ducks, and they would be killed if they were killed.

"Noisy!"

He raised his butt and shot the father in the head.

With a bang.

Suddenly, the father's head was bleeding, his eyes turned pale, and he fell to the ground.

When the young man saw his father being knocked unconscious, he rushed over and said, "Dad, Dad, wake up..."

The militant, without any hesitation, grabbed the collar behind the other party's neck and lifted it up.

The militant wearing a block 9 mask looked at the young man and asked, "Which school are you from?"

"I'm from Xiangjiang Chinese University."

This militant wearing a block 9 mask is also the block 9 in ace poker.

Hearing the other party said it was from Xiangjiang Chinese University, his face darkened and said, "I heard that you Xiangjiang Chinese University students are very energetic and enjoy the stability of the country, but pursue the so-called freedom. They are still yelling around the streets!"

"Which group are you from?"

What kind of faction? This student from Xiangjiang University was stunned. He didn't know how to answer, and he didn't dare to answer randomly.

This guy is a desperate person who wants to kill someone if he has a disagreement.

Block 9 thought of something and instructed his subordinates: "By the way, pull all the students out."

Soon the hostages and seven students were pulled out.

Block 9's cold eyes flashed across their faces, and then pointed at a student with his hand and said, "I recognize you, your name is Chen Le, right?"

"Yes, I am Chen Le. I won't call the police. I will cooperate with you and let us go." Seeing that the other party recognized him, Chen Le immediately beat a snake around the stick and climbed up the pole.

Unexpectedly, Block 9 had a long look in his eyes and said angrily: "Damn, I have been wanting to kill you for a long time!"

Kill me?

Chen Le was stunned and hurriedly said, "Did you recognize the wrong person? I have never offended you. I am just a student."

Block 9 angrily scolded: "You students are just yelling around the street all day long, and I haven't had a good sleep for almost a month."

"I have also complained to you, but in the end, those people don't dare to deal with you as students."

"I remember there was another female student who tore your poster apart, but you beat him."

"Very good, fuck, I'll beat me hard first, don't beat me to death, these people are useful."

Suddenly, the subordinates of Block 9 dragged seven students over, punched and kicked, and scolded while beating: "Grandson, you finally fell into the hands of grandpa!"

Slap.

A militant slapped Chen Le and slapped him hard, making one of his teeth fly out, the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and his cheeks swollen into pig's head.

Chen Le begged for mercy and said, "We are free people, not mainlanders, don't hit us..."

Block 9 shouted: "I am fighting you. You are the ones who are frustrated, including your family property! They disrupt public order and do not let people sleep. Do you have any public morality?"

"It's not because the boss stopped me, I've already led people to shoot all this group of family property in the street!"

"Fight, keep fighting!"

Bang bang.

One by one, wearing big leather shoes, kicked the seven so-called freedom-seeking students, making them bruised and swollen, wailed all over the ground, and vomited blood all over, which was a terrible sight.

Block 9 was so angry that he was about to kill people. He hadn't been asleep during the day and at night. He was shouting about freedom and democracy on the streets.

If they can't change places at the worst, they are blackmailing Yaoxing and others to ask for ransom, each of them is responsible for a region and closely monitor the surrounding situation.

Block 9 finally collapsed, so he had no choice but to ask his subordinates to call the police to complain.

But the result is... useless!

Block 9 shouted: "Stop and install bombs for them. These seven houses must die!"

Hearing that the bomb was about to be installed, seven students of Chen Le struggled and shouted: "No, we don't want to die, let us go..."

The fathers of the seven students rushed over and knelt in front of Block 9, begging: "Let my children go, they are just a group of ignorant students. I am willing to give them the money and how much money they need."

"Money? I don't want the money of you people. As long as he dies, you parents will die!"

Block 9 gritted his teeth and said, "I am a person who has been strictly trained in military affairs, and you bastards are so arguing that they are about to collapse!"

"I shouted every day, there was no day or night, can't you take a break? I'm still holding the speaker, I'll fuck you!"

"Boe, beat me to death, these seven fathers with family property!"

Several militants rushed over and stepped on them, killing seven middle-aged people rolling all over the ground.

One of them said: "Don't beat me anymore. I am the chairman of Xiangjiang Edelta Group. If you kill us, the Xiangjiang police will not let you go."

Block 9 snorted coldly: "What, do you think we will be afraid of the Flying Tigers?"

"If we dare to do something, we don't take those people seriously. We may not dare to mess with the mainland, but this is the high seas, so you just wait and feed the fish!"

An old man couldn't bear it and said, "We all promised to give money, and these children have gone astray. You can let them go."

"Shut up, it's not your turn to talk here."

Block 9 stepped forward, held the Colt pistol, and hit the old man's head several times, slamming his head and stuttering blood, and he fell to the ground.

Block 9 mocked: "You still helped them stand out. Have you seen that, who can say something for you?"

The seven students looked at the bleeding old man, their faces as if they were ashamed, and they pursed their lips and did not dare to say anything.

The old man covered his bleeding forehead and said, "I am from mainland China. When you do things, it is best to consider the consequences."

"We mainland people are all people who don't offend me, I won't offend me..."

Block 9 smiled and said, "Drag him aside and shoot him on the spot!"

His subordinates carried the old man and walked to a corner.

During this period, none of the seven students and their parents spoke a word, and the scene was as quiet as death.

At this moment, Zhang Lu had already entered the inner warehouse.

The militants took out the Colt pistol and pointed it at the old man's head. He was about to pull the trigger.

Zhang Lu's feet stuck above and his body hangs down.

The militants heard a strange noise and subconsciously looked up.

Puchi.

The dagger penetrated his throat.

Zhang Lu's big hand covered the other person's mouth, and with a click, he twisted the other person's neck.
Chapter completed!