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Many plainclothes bodyguards in the crowd changed their faces drastically. They only found out when they touched the guns in their arms that escaped the security check just now, those objects that should have been preserved like their second life were all in Missing out of nowhere - it's unbelievable, just as unbelievable that so many terrorists could sneak in with a lot of guns.

The messy hall was so quiet that everyone looked at each other with gloomy expressions. Although they knew each other, they all put their suspicions on Kulbsky, who was the host of the banquet.

But to be honest, Kulbsky has no reason to do this. He is wealthy and has a good business environment, and he has never heard of any persecuted ethnic figures. Such a person, unless he is crazy Hang out with these people.

"Now, everyone, please squat down and put your hands on your head." The person on the stage bowed humbly to the guests, as if he was really sorry, "Please don't resist, distinguished guests, you are not worth much. Fei, this is not a cemetery worthy of your worth."

The gangsters holding guns were not so polite. They pushed and shoved, gathering everyone in the center of the hall like ducks. Facing the dark muzzle, no matter how aggressive the crocodile was, it would turn into a crocodile. Obedient sheep.

The three of You Suowei didn't act rashly, they mixed in the crowd in a low-key way-it's a blessing, because Kulbsky never showed up, so he didn't introduce their identities for the scene, at least judging from the current situation, These gangsters did not show any special attention to them.

The security personnel at the scene also had their weapons confiscated without realizing it, and they were being taken out and squatted in a row at the corner of the wall—together with the bodyguards brought into the venue by the big businessmen.

"Oh dear," the man who seemed to be the leader stepped down from the stage and took a woman's arm in infinite connection, "it's a pity they hurt you..."

The girl whose arm was grabbed by him looked very young, and she should just be the eldest lady who came to gain knowledge with her father and brother, but she didn't expect to encounter such an unlucky thing.

She was obviously much more fragile than the weather-beaten ladies in the venue, and she was sobbing softly at this time, but the man turned a deaf ear to her, and kissed the small wound on the back of her hand with extremely gentle movements, and stretched out He stuck out his tongue and licked it maliciously, and saw the girl yelp in amazement, convulsed and passed out.

"Hey! You..." Probably the young man like the girl's brother couldn't stand it anymore, but he only had time to utter two sounds, and before he even stood up, he was kicked by the man in black guarding behind him. He fell to the ground and let out a moaning sound.

"Oh, I'm really sorry." The leader said without sincerity, stretched out his hand and roughly rubbed the top of the young man's hair like a large pet dog, and walked around the crowd with graceful steps.

"Look at you, it's like a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered now."

His tone was disdainful and excited, and at this moment, the door of the banquet hall was opened, and a group of people dressed in the same black clothes came in one after another, and the one who walked in the front nodded to him scribbled.

"It's all done." The man in black said in a hoarse voice, "The defense system of this building is like a puddle of ooze."

The leader sneered: "Those worms, do you really have any expectations of them, Muhammad?"

"Of course not, Constantine," the black-clothed Muhammad laughed, "it's just that this is too boring, and there is no tension at all."

Constantine shook his finger: "Okay, okay, after tonight, your favorite exciting life is coming-try to enjoy heaven in hell, my friend."

The three of You Suowei squatted together in an inconspicuous place, obediently covering their heads with their hands.

But despite facing such a situation, the two of them didn't show much tension on their faces. After all, they still have the prince in their hands. Let's see what these people want to do first, and there is always a way to escape in the end.

Another important thing is how to prevent the hostages in this room from being harmed-these terrorists have a good plan, and the people present almost represent the market economy of the energy industry. If they are wiped out, the authorities have too many things to worry about .

It is unbelievable to say that the security measures for meetings and dinners of this level are generally comparable to those of the United Nations General Assembly. It is really a strange thing that people have to think about how these people can enter the land of no one.

And until now, the host of the banquet has not shown up yet.

You Suowei and Li Weike looked at each other, and couldn't help but think of the worst possibility: Kurbsky, I'm afraid he was really trapped by some force majeure.

Cassiopeia was right next to the two of them, despite his awkward posture, he tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor.She didn't seem to be in a good condition, but she still laughed at the two of them in a low voice: "It seems that I have been too perfunctory in my offering to the Lord recently, why do these rare things always happen to me?" gone?"

You Suowei shook his head: "Don't think about it... No one wants to encounter this kind of bad luck, but we Chinese also have an old saying: If you lose your fortune, you will know it is not a blessing."

Cassiopeia forced a smile: "Thank you very much... But, I thought what you were going to say was 'Heaven will send a great responsibility to everyone'."

You Suowei was amused by her optimism, his face was extraordinarily gentle in a room full of cold weapons: "You are so knowledgeable, Cassy, ​​if Celly has your talents, I will be satisfied."

"Where, your sister is an excellent girl, I already knew that..."

"Hey, let me say..." Li Weike's voice sounded softly from one side, "At this time, do you want to see the situation when you chat?"

You Suowei glanced at him with a smile, exchanged glances with Cassiopeia, and closed his mouth.

At this time, the gangsters who controlled the scene had already assembled a complex-looking instrument with a camera on a large screen, a microphone and a headset.

Muhammad licked his lips: "After tonight, the world will remember our names."

Constantine said indifferently: "Do your own thing well, the greater the fame, the harsher the strangulation."

Muhammad said disdainfully: "Let them come. Is the fate of people like us worse than this storm?"

"It's done!" A white man with gold-rimmed glasses who was fiddling with the machine got up and reported to the two leaders. He had a gentle and handsome face, but his eyes shone with a cold luster of disregard for life.

The computer screen flickered for a moment, and then a clear picture appeared.

The entire screen was divided into several parts unevenly. You Zuowei looked intently and found that some of them were the 99th-floor surveillance videos of the only people below. The men in black guarded.

The 101st floor where they are located is the top floor of the taller north building. The entire building has been emptied, and only the 99th floor is used to provide a resting place for the staff.You Suowei recalled that the two buildings where the banquet was held were the twin-style buildings popular in these years. There are about ten meters, not counting the thick interval between floors.

The South Tower has only 96 floors, and the floor height is the same as the lower part of the North Tower. Therefore, the roofs of the two buildings present a pleasing arc, which looks like a huge sail floating on the Willamette River from a distance.

There are long corridors connecting the two buildings, but such passages are only located on the 95th and [-]th floors. The two corridors made of metal are wrapped in light blue glass. In the lights at night, it looks bright and beautiful.

——Now the terrorists are undoubtedly only controlling the North Tower. If they can run to the South Tower, they can take the initiative at least.

But the fact is that they can't even get out of this hall.

The situation below is obviously well controlled. This group even invaded the firewall of the building and took over the surveillance network of the entire building. It is as difficult as ever to escape from their hands.

Constantine glanced indifferently at the embarrassing Heaven's Chosen Ones, and ordered one of his subordinates, "Call the police."

Everyone at the scene felt a chill—this was the worst possible situation. It seemed that these people were not kidnappers asking for money, but terrorists who really opposed the government.

Compared with the kidnappers, falling into their hands is really not good news.At least the kidnappers will be careful about the meat tickets in their hands in order to get money, and the vicious militants have only one way to deal with disobedient hostages-after all, they are just trying to create a sensation.

The subordinate who was pointed nodded, put the gun he had been carrying on his shoulder, and took out a phone with a strange shape in one hand.

There is no doubt that the controlled scene must have blocked the signals they can use themselves, so that they don't have to bother to search for the portable communication devices on the hostages.

Seeing this, Constantine turned to the scene again: "Okay, please cooperate, we are not barbarians, and I hope you will not force us to do any impolite actions."

His gaze swept across the audience, he paused intentionally or unintentionally when passing You Suowei and the others, and then turned away seemingly unintentionally.

The men under him moved very neatly, and they simply blew up the cables in the elevator shaft and sealed all the doors leading downstairs.Look at the surveillance on that huge screen, they are still guarding the apron on the roof.

"Damn it," Li Weike spat, "Where do they come from so many people, they can still sneak into this building?"

You Suowei said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do, if Kulbsky really..." He didn't want to continue, "I won't be surprised by any unbelievable situation anymore."

Li Weike's face darkened. After all, he had never been exposed to those things, and he always felt a little disapproving before, but only when he faced them directly, could he realize the powerlessness of ordinary people in front of those strange abilities.

The person in charge of calling the police had already finished making the phone call. When the gold-rimmed glasses were pressed on the machine, another different area appeared in the middle of a large number of surveillance screens. Among them was a serious-looking white-haired man in a police uniform. The old man was looking over here.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Smith," Constantine turned around lightly like a musician conducting a band, and faced the old man on the screen with a smile, "It's been a long time."