Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

"Okay... okay... I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you..." A drop of cold sweat fell on Thomas Sindra's cheek, and his face turned pale. "But you need to give me time to copy the files, I--"

"Okay." The robber interrupted him, "Prepare a room for me, put food and drinks in it, and don't let anyone in until I get what I want."

"...Okay." Sindra agreed. "There's no one in the lounge right now. There are tea and snacks prepared inside. You can go there and wait."

"Just one thing." Sindra paused, "Don't hurt the child."

The robber sneered: "Of course, what do you think I am? However, if you dare to do anything else at this time, I will not let you go."

After saying that, he walked backwards off the stage and went into the lounge.

The crowd rioted. They didn't dare leave the building for fear that their actions would detonate the bomb. They also didn't dare stay here, anxiously waiting for their own end.

A group of leaders in various fields who claimed to be the upper class of society were now in great panic. They threw away their usual manners and even started cursing without caring about their decency.

However, even if they were cursing, they did not dare to speak too loudly, for fear that the lounge was not soundproofed and might be heard by the robbers inside. If the robbers were in a bad mood and directly detonated the bomb, they would be doomed.

Lin Xiaochen was a little confused about the robber. He threatened with such a big move. Even if he could leave the building, he would be hunted down by bigwigs from all walks of life. After all, there were many people with connections to the government among this group of people.

If you want to completely get rid of this group of people, the only way is to die together.

In that case, what’s the use of him getting the software?

Could it be that this prisoner has gone mad?

Lin Xiaochen silently watched everything in front of him, his heart calm.

The children snuggled tightly in their parents' arms, their bodies trembling slightly; while the elders stood there blankly, as if they had lost their souls, and their movements were as stiff as those of puppets being controlled.

The banquet, which was originally lively and full of laughter, has now become silent and without a trace of life.

Lin Xiaochen slowly shifted his gaze towards Xindora, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

From the moment the robbers broke into the lounge, Sindora began to arrange for his confidants to go to his office to copy important documents.

Obviously, this is preparing for the worst.

It seems that Xindora is mentally prepared to lose money. Lin Xiaochen sneered secretly, feeling extremely disgusted with the hypocrisy of this man.

Obviously the most valuable person is the hostage Hiroki Sawada. As long as he is there, a tracking system will not be a big deal, and even a more sophisticated one can be made.

Sindora's seemingly caring behavior of giving in to the child might cause the angry criminal to do unpredictable things.

Would a self-proclaimed shrewd businessman really lose his own interests?

Even just a tiny bit of profit?

How could that be? They would eat even a little bit of meat from a mosquito's leg.

Time passed slowly with the ticking sound of the watch, and the confidant hurried down the elevator and whispered a few words in Xin Duola's ear.

Xindora's expression became even more unfriendly, but she nodded as if she had expected it, took the USB drive from her confidant, and signaled the waiter to knock on the door.

It seems that it has been confirmed that the signal in this building is blocked.

The door of the lounge was opened, and the waiter took the USB flash drive thrown by Sindra and walked in with a pale face.

For a long time, no news came from the lounge.

Lin Xiaochen frowned.

The crowd started talking again.

After a while, the waiter came out empty-handed: "The robber... the robber said that he needs to verify this procedure... It will probably... It will take about half an hour."

Everyone was shocked, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they didn't know why, they thought it was a goodwill signal from the robbers. Perhaps they could leave safely in half an hour.

Seeing the waiter with weak legs, Lin Xiaochen called softly, "Waiter."

The waiter was frightened, as if he was under great pressure, and stammered, "What can I do for you, sir?"

Lin Xiaochen smiled and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, I just want to know where the bathroom is." He raised the wine glass in his hand, indicating that he just wanted to go to the bathroom.

However, the waiter gave him a strange look, as if he had heard an incomprehensible request.

How could you still feel like going to the toilet in this situation?

But he still pointed out the direction: "Just go to the end of the corridor."

"Thank you." Lin Xiaochen took out twenty US dollars and put it in the waiter's hand according to custom, and the waiter's face became even uglier.

He was not as confident as those big shots. In his eyes, the twenty dollars could even be regarded as a windfall at the end of his life.

He accepted it with trepidation.

What a coward.

Lin Xiaochen complained in his heart and walked to the bathroom. He quickly took care of his three urgent needs and looked for a useful weapon to attack, but he only found an ear pick on the sink.

Not as good as glass slag...

He complained and when he was about to leave, he vaguely noticed something was wrong.

He looked up and saw a small flashing red dot at the exhaust fan outlet.

So, with a leap, he hooked his little finger on the edge of the exhaust window and reached inside.

With the weak red light, Lin Xiaochen could clearly see the situation inside the exhaust duct.

——A row of neatly spaced explosives were flashing ominous red light.

There is no timing screen, but it cannot be ruled out as a time bomb.

Lin Xiaochen landed on the ground, clapped his hands, straightened his suit, and went out.

Although he looked calm on the outside, he was cursing in his heart.

Mmp, I really met a crazy person.