the world is at stake

Your man is trapped, you shed a few tears anyway!

"Despicable, it's really despicable." Marco Shi thought of the point of anger, and slammed the beer glass in his hand on the table, "The hostages threatened the kidnappers in turn, and this kind of thing was never expected to happen in the plan.

This guy also told the truth and made it public.It is clear that there is nothing to fear, bullying ordinary people will not believe such outrageous things.But all traversers know that this guy can really do it. "

Resentful!

Ma Keshi drank the remaining wine in the cup in one gulp, and sighed endlessly, with a kind of sadness of 'everyone is drunk but I am alone'.

In the luxurious Peninsula Hotel, 'The Jackal' talked on the phone with Craig, who was behind the scenes.

The latter meant to stop responding to Zhou Qingfeng's provocations, and not to broadcast his calls on the live broadcast, but to find a way to kill him, and then retreat as a kidnapper.

Understand, cut the mess quickly and ignore the interfering factors.

But Zhou Qingfeng is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He has experienced the self-media era 20 years later and knows the importance of popularity.It is very necessary to open up the situation in Hong Kong and make your reputation known to all ages.

and so……

"Miss, let's do a live broadcast." Zhou Qingfeng handed the walkie-talkie to Li Fuzhen, "Spreading the hottest and hottest news in the Peninsula Hotel will definitely attract huge attention."

Li Fuzhen's face was bleak, and she just wanted to get out of the dangerous situation of the hotel as soon as possible.Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingfeng had an idea for a while, just now he wanted to find a safe place for her, and now he wanted to broadcast live on a whim.

"What live broadcast?"

"Murder live."

The eldest lady's stunned expression clearly said: "I have lived to be 30 years old, and I have never heard of such a thing. Did I really meet a fool?"

Zhou Qingfeng was very enthusiastic!

"This is a gap in the market. The outside world must be paying close attention to the kidnapping case of the Peninsula Hotel, but other media can only obtain some very superficial information.

We have an incomparable advantage in the hotel, and we can make the media retweet wildly if we post anything casually.This kind of exclusive news can make us become a big V in no time!

As long as it is well-known, garbage can be sold for gold prices.There are so many fools and fools in this world, instead of letting them pay attention to small stars paying IQ tax, it is better to let them pay attention to us.

At least I can really make people rich.Your Samsung stock price may also be able to improve. "

It's over, I really met a fool - Li Fuzhen felt that his thoughts could not keep up with the crazy man in front of him.

"We have the best anchor." Zhou Qingfeng grabbed Li Fuzhen's shoulders, "You are the eldest lady of Samsung, and you are also in deep trouble, and you are sympathized. Not only Hong Kong people are willing to listen to your stories, but Koreans are also willing to listen. I will listen.

There are only a few million people in Hong Kong, and tens of millions in South Korea.This is equivalent to a tenfold increase in the market for cutting leeks out of thin air. God has given such a good opportunity, how can we not grasp it?

Besides, don't forget about me.I'm the world's best killer and stand-up comedian.As long as I stay in the field, I must be the champion.Who would not want to know how the richest man in Asia punishes evil and promotes good?

Have you seen 'Iron Man'?Uh...it's comics.I haven't seen 'Iron Man', but I've always seen 'Batman'.Those are stories of rich people who become superheroes, which is very fitting for my persona.

Miss, our meeting was arranged by God, 'God' is the biggest.How do you feel? "

Zhou Qingfeng was wearing a black mask, so others couldn't see his face clearly.But his bombast was contagious.Li Fuzhen was confused by his fooling, shook his head and wanted to refuse, but had to nod because of fear.

The moment he nodded, Li Fuzhen cried 'wow', "I don't know how to broadcast live, I just want to go home now."

"That's right, that's what I want."

Zhou Qingfeng slapped his hands, "True feelings will definitely move people. It's a pity that we can't get the audience to swipe 'Rocket' for us, otherwise the two of us will definitely make a lot of money when we go out and bring goods."

Li Fuzhen was not in the mood to listen to Zhou Qingfeng's weird words at all. She was manipulated like a marionette, first unlocked the encryption mode of the walkie-talkie, then adjusted the frequency of the conversation, and first contacted the police outside the hotel.

"I'm Li Fuzhen from Samsung, and I'm in the Peninsula Hotel." The eldest lady couldn't breathe well, and she cried for a while.

The police outside the hotel responded very quickly. A policewoman with a gentle tone quickly comforted Li Fuzhen and asked her about her specific situation.

"I...I..." Li Fuzhen looked at Zhou Qingfeng in front of him, not knowing what to say.

Zhou Qingfeng immediately encouraged: "Don't worry, just talk about your current feelings and what you've seen and heard, and then ask for a public live broadcast on the media. It will definitely be very popular."

Li Fuzhen finally couldn't bear it anymore, she let go of the call button, and asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Shouldn't we escape quickly? Why are we staying in the hotel and doing some live broadcast?"

"Uh... because I'm Zhou Qingfeng. I always want to break the rules when I do things."

Chapter 15

Carrying a can of beer, Marco walked down the tea restaurant, and walked out against the flow of people at the food stalls in Temple Street.

Friends and friends are called in the noisy street market, people's heads are surging under the shining neon lights, beer cans are opened, shovels are used to slide pots, and knives are used to cut stewed vegetables.Although the shop is a little messy and the ground is a little dirty, there is a strong sense of life everywhere.

The appearance of foreigners is very popular in Hong Kong, no matter where they go, there are enthusiastic smiling faces.It's just that Mar Keshi is in a bad mood today, and he doesn't bother to answer many Hong Kong girls with big breasts who take the initiative to say hello.

Walking out of Temple Street, he hailed a night taxi, and Marco gave the address of the American consulate.The driver could understand English, nodded vigorously, and started to set off.

I don't know what the program is on the car radio. Mar Keshi was leaning in the back seat thinking about how the current chaos would end, when he suddenly heard a sobbing female voice choking and whispering.

"I'm Li Fuzhen from Samsung, trapped in the Peninsula Hotel. About half an hour ago, thugs broke into my suite, killed a bodyguard, and took me out."

The female voice couldn't help crying after only one sentence, the kind of emotional breakdown.Another policewoman on the radio comforted her gently, saying that the whole of Hong Kong is doing its best to rescue her.

Ma Keshi was shocked when he heard this, and sat up straight, and asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

The driver drove the car and replied enthusiastically: "It's a live broadcast from the Peninsula Hotel, and now the whole of Hong Kong is paying attention. Originally, the radio and television stations invited many experts to interpret it, but now those people are all sidelined.

The host of the radio station announced just now, saying that Miss Samsung in the hotel will broadcast live to the outside world, telling about the situation she is facing.It made everyone in Hong Kong talk about it. "

Beauty and violence, the two main elements of drainage.

Before the driver’s explanation was finished, another hoarse and deep male voice came from the radio, “Hi everyone, I’m Zhou Qingfeng. My voice has been changed to avoid responsibility afterwards.

But please believe me, I am really Zhou Qingfeng, the president of the 'Holy Light' Group.I just found a radio and it really pissed me off that people thought I was a grandstanding clown.

Do you think that I am the one who wears a suit and tie and walks in the upper-class social circle?No, you are wrong.Now I am the real face, I am the killer of evil.

Those thugs actually wanted to kill me. They can only say that they overestimated their abilities, just like the poor little soldiers who challenged the devil, ignorant and insignificant.

Next, I am very happy to be able to join hands with Ms. Li Fuzhen to do a live broadcast. The theme is ruthless killings in a large hotel controlled by mobs.

This will be a very interesting real game, I guarantee that you have never experienced it, it is unique in the world, please be rare. "

The male voice said everything in English, and also deliberately said it in Chinese.The driver who drove the car was excited and praised, as if he was on the scene.

Marco Shi in the back seat slapped his head, his shoulders drooping weakly.He knew that Zhou Qingfeng was working hard again.

The driver kept communicating with other taxi drivers in Cantonese in the mobile station.Judging from their tone, some people think that 'Zhou Qingfeng' is real, while others think it's 'fake'.

After arguing for a few words, the driver suddenly asked Marco, "Sir, do you think Zhou Qingfeng who is broadcasting live is really 'President Shengguang'? Many people don't believe it."

Ma Keshi sighed, and replied in his heart: "If it's the Zhou Qingfeng I know, then it must be true." But he shook his head, saying that he couldn't judge.

On the radio, the voice changed back to Li Fuzhen.Miss Samsung was forced to open business, crying and saying: "I was caught by the thugs and took the elevator down from the penthouse suite.

But the elevator suddenly stopped halfway, and there was gunfire after opening the door.I was so frightened that I fell to the ground, and it took me some time before I saw a man wearing a black mask who called himself 'Zhou Qingfeng' standing outside the elevator.

The two thugs who were guarding me were shot dead on the spot, and I was so dizzy that I could only follow them.Now he said that he wanted to let the people outside understand the situation in the hotel, so he..."

Wow……!

The driver shook his head in amazement, "Unexpectedly, President Zhou is so powerful. He is definitely not an ordinary person, maybe he is a super agent from mainland China."

Li Fuzhen's voice sounded again, "Zhou Qingfeng said he was going to the monitoring room of the hotel. The elevator didn't work, so we had to take the stairs. Now we are on the eleventh floor. There are only emergency lights in the corridor, and the light is very dark..."

The reverberating footsteps and the woman's rapid breathing could be heard on the radio. The tense atmosphere spread throughout Hong Kong and even to South Korea along with the radio waves.

The dual identities of Miss Samsung and the richest man in Asia have indeed given this unexpected kidnapping an unimaginable attention.

The Hong Kong media was spreading the news, the South Korean media followed up, and the mainland and Japanese media quickly started reporting.Even the Western media became interested, after all, this is so unusual.

Just as millions of people were listening attentively, gunshots rang out from the radio station, and bursts of explosion pierced through the eardrums, mixed with the screams and cries of a woman—the walkie-talkie was stuck on the call button, and the signal continued.

The real gunshots are very different from those shown in the movie, and the closed environment will strengthen the sound effect.People who go to the shooting range to play with guns often wear earmuffs to avoid eardrum pain from the shock.

The driver of the car was startled by the gunshots and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.Mar Keshi was also shocked by the accident from the radio, his heartbeat accelerated, and he braked suddenly, causing him to hit the front seat.

The gunfire was short, lasting only a few seconds before stopping.

The only sound left on the radio was Li Fuzhen's wailing, and the female police officer on the line kept asking questions, but couldn't figure out what was going on.After a few minutes, the woman stabilized her emotions before saying a few words.

"Ms. Li, are you okay?" the female police officer asked.

Li Fuzhen replied with tears: "I'm fine."

"What just happened?"

"Someone is shooting."

"Where is that Mr. Zhou?"

"He...? He's fine, he's finding some snacks from the dead body, and he's sitting across from me to eat. He's still smiling at me, I hate him."

Li Fuzhen was crying, she had never been wronged like this in her life, and the last sentence was broken.

All audience members can imagine a scene - the beautiful Samsung lady huddled in the corner of the dark corridor, next to a cheerful villain sitting on the corpse.

After crying for a while, Li Fuzhen continued tremblingly: "I don't understand what's going on, anyway, as I was walking, the gunshots rang out.

Two thugs with guns fell from upstairs, and one of them had his face rotten.From the appearance, they are all white males. "

A male voice can be heard saying, "Is there chocolate, do you want it? It can boost your spirits and replenish some physical strength to live better."

The female police officer on the line immediately said: "Is it Mr. Zhou? Can you stop this live broadcast? Ms. Li Fuzhen is under too much mental pressure, let her go."

The male voice became a little louder, and seemed to move closer to the walkie-talkie, "I don't care, but the thugs are searching layer by layer. I just repelled one of their attacks.

Li Fuzhen can hide alone.But I can no longer guarantee her safety.As for you, the police can't even get close to the hotel, so don't come up with ideas. "

Compared with the handsome and beautiful pictures in movies with soundtrack, slow motion, the real gun battle is short and frightening.The driver of the car was obviously frightened by the gunshots. After stepping on the brakes, he stopped on the side of the road and didn't recover for a long time.

Mar Keshi in the back seat didn't bother. He understood that ordinary people have an overly rosy fantasy about gunfights, but they would be completely at a loss when they actually encountered them—just like Mr. Ye loves dragons.

The driver took a breath and reached out to turn off the radio.For the rest of the journey, he remained silent with a tense face, and even the mobile phones where the taxi drivers were chatting were much quieter.

When they got to the dormitory of the US Consulate in Hong Kong, Marco paid to get out of the car, and watched the driver get off at the side of the road, vomiting dirt all over the floor.

"Are you okay?" Marcus asked.

"Sorry, sir." The driver took out water and paper towels from the car, rinsed his mouth and wiped his face, and asked with a wry smile, "Is the gunshot just now real?"

"Yes." Ma Keshi thought for a while, and added, "It's very real."

"Does that mean someone was killed?" The driver asked again.

"It should be." Marco took another few hundred Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and handed it to the driver, "You are not in good condition, go home and rest, don't work tonight."

The driver didn't refuse, took the money, and left with a droopy head.

Although the live broadcast of death only had a monotonous voice, many people still find it difficult to accept it as long as they understand that this is what happened in real life.

In the hotel, Li Fuzhen sat on the corridor, looked at Zhou Qingfeng wearing a mask, cried and shook his head, "I can't do it, I can't follow you. I'm just... a very ordinary woman. This is not me bearable."

The corridor was filled with gunpowder smoke left by gunfire, which was pungent and unpleasant.There were still two corpses on the ground, one of which had its head smashed by a rifle bullet, and the bloody smell was spreading rapidly.

Zhou Qingfeng replenished a few magazines from the corpse, returned to Li Fuzhen, and said, "I know it's very difficult, but if you don't follow me, you might be caught by the thugs again.

Those people were not ordinary kidnappers, but professionally trained professional killers.You are no more precious to them than any other hostage. "

Li Fuzhen could only sit with the support of the wall. She had a bitter face, feeling very wronged in her heart, and asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Zhou Qingfeng."

"How can there be a kidnapped target more fierce than the kidnapper? You are definitely not Zhou Qingfeng, the president of 'Shengguang', or the richest man in Asia.

You're lying to me, to everyone.

The real president of 'Holy Light' might be dead long ago, and you are just a fake. "

The fear under the heavy pressure destroyed Li Fuzhen's last sliver of rationality. She shouted hysterically, her spirit was on the verge of madness, she even waved her hands, trying to drive the man away from her eyes, or screaming, trying to wake up from the nightmare .

But to no avail.

"No, I didn't lie to anyone. What I said was the truth, because I don't bother to lie." After Zhou Qingfeng finished speaking, he turned off the intercom, and then gently took off his black mask to show his true colors.

what……

Li Fuzhen calmed down quickly, staring blankly at the young man in front of him, looking at his face - even though the light in the corridor was dim, this face was so clear.

I have seen this face at the elevator door, at a live TV press conference, and in financial magazines before, and now I see it again, and the distance is still so close.

"It's impossible, it's not true." The eldest lady stretched out her hand, touched Zhou Qingfeng's face, and even tugged lightly. "Are you really Zhou Qingfeng, the president of the 'Shengguang Group'?"

"Reality is always so ridiculous, isn't it?" Zhou Qingfeng put on the black mask again to cover his face.

"Why do you have such contradictory identities?"

"Because I'm the CEO only as an amateur, and killing people everywhere is my job."

It turned out to be the case.

It seems to be able to explain it.