call.

Zhang Lu exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He encountered an unsolvable problem.

The difference between special forces and mercenaries is here. Mercenaries don’t have to care about anyone, whether they perform tasks or retreat, as long as they can be used, they can make full use of them.

But special forces are not good, soldiers are not good.

Zhang Lu must ensure the safety of the hostages. Even if he rushed in and killed three terrorists, the price of eighteen lives was at the cost of military discipline, even if he could not pass the level of conscience.

In any rescue mission, the safety of hostages is always the first priority.

As An Ran said, he has strong skills, but he still lacks experience.

Although Meihua A was successfully killed, the other terrorists also alerted them.

The real surprise attack was the thunder sweeping holes. Before the other party could react, it would be wiped out.

Or, silently sneak in, avoid the surveillance probe, avoid all the suspicious things that discovered him, and kill all the terrorists without knowing it.

At this time, the system prompt sound suddenly rang.

Tick ​​tick tick.

Zhang Lu just punched the glass, his fist bleeding, and the bloody water slid from his fingertips and dripped to the ground.

Zhang Lu looked at the surveillance camera and sneered: "We in China are not afraid of threats. I know you are a person with ace poker."

"Yes, I've killed all your people. Come out and fight alone. Meihua K. I heard that killers are all bloody, don't let me down."

Bloody?

Meihua K was stunned for a moment and then started to laugh.

He is a dwarf, and his natural physical condition determines that he cannot become a fighting master.

When performing an assassination mission, he never rushes to the front line to fight with the target. He only uses his appearance as a cover to attack his opponent.

After the failure, he never fell in love with the battle and immediately evacuated.

He is cold-blooded, savage, cruel, but absolutely has no blood.

Mei Hua K seemed to hear ridiculous words and sneered: "You are not qualified to negotiate with me, throw down your gun and come over."

Everyone has weaknesses, and the weakness of China's powerful special forces is hostages.

Plum Blossom K knew very well that only the hostages were in hand, and the rookie of Fire Phoenix had to compromise.

In the surveillance room, the hostages were all looking at Zhang Lu in the surveillance screen.

There are also the hostages here that Zhang Lu just rescued, all looking at Zhang Lu and seeing what choice he would make.

With a snap.

Without hesitation, Zhang Lu threw the gun on the ground and walked over step by step.

The first form of morning glory - rock climbing and wall tangling, allows Zhang Lu to roam and climb on the wall, but the premise is that his body must be tightly attached to the wall.

The rough rocky exterior walls left clear traces of friction with combat uniforms.

The scratched skin penetrated with bleeding water, which had already dyed Zhang Lu's combat uniform red. Along the way, bloody footprints left on the ground, which was shocking.

Looking at Zhang Lu walking towards the monitoring room, he was like seeing a blood-stained five-star red flag, which was extremely bright, but it also hurt their eyes.

For Zhang Lu, these skin trauma are nothing when experiencing the most painful transformation process of the seeds, but they are just a bit painful.

But the hostages in the surveillance room were silent when they saw this scene, and bursts of sadness appeared.

Driven by the desire to survive, they definitely hoped that Zhang Lu would come and rescue him. Nothing is more important than living.

But they all knew that once this young soldier came over, he would undoubtedly die without weapons.

So, they all fell silent, and a complex expression appeared in despair. This was a battle between good and evil in human nature.

Someone whispered in the hostage in Meihua A's room: "Why are you so stupid? Why do you have to put down your gun?"

Not only him, but many people think so.

Because if this young soldier does not put down his gun, he will be able to kill the terrorists and these people will be saved.

As for the life and death issues of other hostages, they selfishly chose to block them.

The old man with reading glasses glared at the person who was talking and said sternly: "You have never been a soldier and don't know what a soldier is, so you chose to be selfish."

"He can't do it. He wants to save all the hostages, even if he sacrifices himself, do you understand?"

The old man is a retired veteran. He has not yet had a passion and cannot stand things, so he has to speak up for justice.

Facing the brutal terrorist, he did not choose to compromise, and chose to curl and tremble cowardly.

When the old man saw Zhang Lu's years, he was afraid that he was so old as his grandson who was studying in college.

In order to save them, they were covered in blood, and walked step by step, with firm steps, without any hesitation or retreat.

At this moment, the cold blood began to boil.

Veterans are veterans who have gone to the battlefield and survived in the rain of bullets. What else can scare him in this world?

He stood up and said with a thick red neck: "Fight with them, fight with them. When I was a soldier, I was not a bad soldier, and I couldn't be a bad soldier even if I retired."

The old man looked back at the numb crowd squatting on the ground and said, "Don't let others look down on us or look down on us Chinese."

"The old man who doesn't let me step into the coffin in one and a half steps will look down on you."

"Stand up and fight, not nest here, and everyone slaughtered like pigs and dogs."

No one responded.

The hostages squatting on the ground didn't even dare to look at the old man's forcing eyes. They were afraid that their blood had already cooled down.

The old man's eyes showed a hint of sadness and sadness. This was a sad person who was no longer bloody.

The old man said nothing, rushed forward and murmured: "Squad Leader, I heard you blow the charge again. Huang Shengyong, 3rd squad of 1st Platoon, 2nd Company of the 7th Regiment, reported to him and requested to join the battle."

He crossed Zhang Lu, as if he was on the battlefield, he was fearless and rushed directly to the enemy's bunker.

A soldier covered in blood resolutely chose to put down his weapons in order to save them.

An old man in his sixties, a retired veteran, firmly launched a charge against the enemy for dignity and belief.

The first reaction of these more than ten hostages who were squatting was ashamed.

In shame, the body trembled, not because of fear, but because of the awakening of something, something flowing in the blood, activated.

"Damn it, let's fight!" Someone stood up, cursed fiercely, and followed.

"If this soldier was killed, we will die too. We will die no matter what. Why do I have to be a pig or a dog, waiting for others to slaughter it! Go to you!"

Another young man stood up and strode forward.

More and more people chose to stand up, but they were still a little hesitant and did not take a step forward.

The old man's cell phone rang in his pocket, and his ringtone was the marches of the Volunteers.

The speaker of the old man's phone is very loud.

People who get up and don’t want to be slaves.

Put our passion.

Build our new Great Wall

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