American Comics: The Goal Is To Plant Sacred Trees Across The Multi-Universe

Even though the signal was blocked, the hotel still discovered abnormal conditions at the auction venue.

In just one hour, not only the police surrounded the Grand Hotel, controlling all entrances and exits, but even the air was monitored by several helicopters.

The police did not try to force their way into the hotel. After all, those kidnapped were all powerful people from one party and their parents.

In this situation, the police don't dare to empty the magazine, and they have to provide good food and drink to the robbers.

Unfortunately, the robbers in the auction house did not seem to cooperate with the police's arrangements. Not only did they ignore them, they also had no intention of communicating.

Director George Stacey had just gotten out of the car and started asking: "Can the identities of these bastard robbers be confirmed?"

Originally, he wanted to pick up his daughter from school.

Unfortunately, a sudden auction robbery left him unable to duplicate.

If he could rush in and engage in a firefight now, he would definitely shoot bullet holes all over the bodies of these robbers who disturbed his dream of being a good father!

The intelligence analyst coughed and handed a list into George's hands.

"Ahem... Chief, those robbers have no intention of communicating. Moreover, I hope you will take a look at the list of hostages in your hand! Mr. Hoffman among them has donated 30 million US dollars to the police station this year!"

George glanced at the names on the list, slapped his forehead, and felt a headache.

When it comes to kidnapping civilians, although George will do his best to rescue them, he will not clear them out together with the hostages like other states.

However, these large taxpayers are even more difficult to deal with.

As long as there are any casualties among these rich people, there is no need to think too much. His mobile phone will definitely be blown up tonight.

Moreover, the funding for the police station and the support of various firearms and ammunition will definitely be reduced by more than half in the coming year!

The tense and solemn atmosphere spread, and every police officer felt extremely heavy. He prayed that these robbers would not be reckless. My future salary will depend on the safety of these rich people!

"Get ready, I'll go over and try to shout!"

George put on his body armor, took a large loudspeaker, and walked downstairs of the hotel.

At the same time, outside the cordon, countless reporters swarmed in like dogs smelling shit.

The most exaggerated thing is that a newspaper and media force squeezed in a helicopter that was originally in mid-air, aimed at the floor of the auction venue, and carefully adjusted the focus.

"You have been surrounded. Put down your weapons. We will ensure your personal safety! You only have one life. If you have any wishes, you can tell us. If possible, please let the negotiators go to discuss..."

Director George tried to speak the words as slowly as possible, for fear that the robbers who had been educated by Happy would not be able to understand.

But after more than ten times in a row, the robbers didn't respond.

The reporters stared eagerly at the hotel's top brass, and the police officers also licked their lips one by one.

Director George felt that things were going in a worse direction. The robbers did not say anything and were unwilling to communicate with the police.

But this time the hostages held by the robbers made the police timid and did not dare to take excessive action.

Just when he felt that this case might take a long time and wanted to call Gwen and let her settle the dinner on her own, a rapid voice came from the intercom.

"Director, under surveillance, the door of the auction venue opened, and all the guests came out! No... there was no one else inside, maybe the robbers also came out with them! By the way... judging from the surveillance, these The dignitaries... seem to be very panicked!"

Suddenly, all the senior police officials who heard the technician's report through the intercom became tense.

Stop them, the police will never dare to stop them!

The hostages are either rich or noble. If they are prevented from escaping, believe it or not, the wages of all police officers will be cut in half tomorrow!

It may even involve family members!

At the critical moment, Director George decisively gave the order.

"Back off the encirclement, the explosion-proof shield team comes forward, wait for the gentlemen and ladies to come out, and surround one in groups of three..."

A series of orders were issued, and all explosion prevention personnel in the police station began to deploy.

The reporters behind the cordon suddenly became excited.

When the hotel door opened, the spotlights flashed, capturing the rich, famous, and powerful people rushing out surrounded by explosion shields in groups of three.

In fact, most of the people were already pissed and rolled into a ball before the explosion shield even got close.

Before the shields could separate, each one started talking like crazy with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Devil, that guy is a devil, let me out, I will go to Rome to invite His Majesty the Pope!"

"What right do you have to restrict my personal freedom? I will complain to your superiors. No... now is not the time to talk about this. Satan, Satan is here! The end of the world is coming!"

"No, you send me to the church immediately. I have to find the priest to see if I have been cursed by that devil!"

…………

Although they didn't know what happened inside, all the policemen holding explosion shields looked at George.

Director George felt dizzy for a while, and just when he was about to order the police officers to block the flow of wealthy people, the reporters behind him came to add to the obstruction.

"Mr. Director, the people you are blocking are law-abiding citizens, they are not criminals!"

"But those robbers may get into it and wait for an opportunity to escape..." Before George could explain a few words, another reporter shouted reluctantly.

"But you can't arrest them like this. Such a stupid move will only further stimulate the robbers. Your job is to protect the safety of the people, not to put them in danger!"

Director George slapped his forehead hard, his veins bulging as he wanted to shoot the reporter.

Doesn't he know how to protect the hostages? Do you still need a reporter to teach you?

But his tone was a little softer, and he explained: "Don't worry, they will be able to go home as soon as their identities are verified!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the hotel quickly.

At the same time, a group of police officers wearing body armor and holding rifles followed closely, and there were several snipers on the rooftops in the distance, aiming at the windows of the auction venue.

The auction, which originally ended at 3:30, is now almost 6:00.

In the venue, the lights were bright, making the blood look even redder.

The head of the headless corpse was completely shot into the chest; the two corpses stuck together stabbed each other's bodies with sharp knives.

There were also several corpses with fingernails turned over and bite marks on their necks.

However, these bite marks and scratches are almost always left by decedents on each other.

On the front wall of the auction, someone had painted a circle of huge amounts with blood. There seemed to be a horizontal line representing eyelids and bright red eyeballs inside!

It was like an eye, watching the brutal and bloody fights at the venue.

Director George raised his eyes and looked towards the ceiling.

The tassels on the crystal chandelier trembled slightly, and every shake made the eye on the wall shine even more dazzlingly.

All the police officers looked at the corpses and felt chills from the bottom of their hearts. What was the reason that caused the robbers and the rich to beat each other to death.

Several of the corpses had clearly broken leg bones, but they still stabbed other corpses with the bone spurs they poked out.

Completely, incomprehensible!

Could it be that what the devil is really talking about?

………

When George returned to the police station and listened to the nonsense of the rich people on the recorder, he scorned the so-called devil.

"It wasn't the devil who saved us, it was the devil who treated us and those robbers as gladiators!"

"Yes, that guy is definitely a demon. He makes us please him, makes us fight with each other, and makes us go to hell..."

"No, that's not an ordinary demon, that's Satan."

"Yes, yes, he has a pair of black wings and a pair of horns..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Don't stop me, I have to go to Rome to find His Majesty the Pope to remove the curse from me!"

…

From just a few words from those rich and famous people, George understood that he had met a super criminal who played with people's hearts.

A super criminal who can bring out the darkness in people's hearts!

Director George wiped his face, took a deep breath, and reluctantly picked up his cell phone and started to call Gwen. It looked like he would have to work overtime again tonight...

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