Genius commoner

Chapter 116 tit for tat
The pastor stared blankly at the extinguished screen.

He never thought that Yan Shihuang would have such a tough attitude. In his imagination, even if Yan Shihuang didn't kneel down to beg him at this moment, he should beg him to raise his hand with a smiling face. Everything is easy to negotiate. This is his plan With the experience gained from countless terrorist attacks, who knows, Yan Shihuang not only has no fear, but instead gave him an ultimatum.

They haven't even made a request yet, and they have 100 hostages in their hands. This makes the pastor a little aggrieved, a little angry, and a little uneasy. He takes a deep breath, and then tilts his head slightly to one of his subordinates: " Continue to command Yan and tell them that if they dare to hang up my video again, I will kill [-] people in return."

"Pastor, unable to connect."

At this time, a handsome young man was staring at the screen, his hands were running like flying on the keyboard, but he still couldn't connect to the Longshuo official: "The other party cut off all data connections and blocked the signal within a three-kilometer radius. They turned the cinema into a movie theater. In a dead city, if the other party didn't take the initiative to contact us, we wouldn't be able to talk."

The pastor who had been calm all the time suddenly patted the table again, showing a trace of anger on his face that the plan was disturbed. They cut off the distress signal of the audience, and the Chinese army also interfered with their frequency. It is said that Yan Shihuang really had murderous intentions, so the Will block the entire theater regardless, a gleam in his eyes: "They really know how to bombard?"

"This is more than 900 people, can Yan Shihuang afford it?"

The young man exhaled a long breath, looked at the military radio waves that interfered with them internally and externally, and said hesitantly: "It's hard to say, Yan Shihuang is not a fool, he may know our intentions for this trip to Huahai, and he weighs the pros and cons and feels that he can't satisfy us. , so they simply blocked the negotiation channel and made a big gamble of killing the net."

He expressed his own judgment: "If we put down our weapons, they will win a big victory. If we kill the hostages, they will take the opportunity to bomb us, and then hold us for all the crimes, including refusing to negotiate, Yan Shihuang controls the Huahai garrison, and the Ye family is behind him, the police and the media will only lie for him."

"It's probably not an anecdote that he really came to bombard him."

The pastor's hand holding the walkie-talkie tightened slightly, feeling the difficulty of the opponent for the first time, and then he snorted heavily: "Your analysis makes sense, but I still don't believe that Yan Shihuang is really indifferent to the death of 900 people. It’s because we think our means are limited, Nine-Tailed Fox, ask Brown Bear to give Long Shuo a meeting gift first.”

"Let Yan Shihuang see our toughness."

Holding the walkie-talkie, he slammed the table hard: "Also, immediately stop the signal interference to the hostages, and then tell them that Yan Shihuang disregarded their lives and deaths, let them pick up their mobile phones, and try their best to spread the news. As long as more people know about the theater attack and foreign media get involved, Old Man Yan will not dare to do anything cruel."

"At the same time, if you try your best to disrupt the military's signal interference, you must find a way to contact the outside world."

He was a little depressed, and he almost couldn't figure out who the terrorists were.

Nine-Tailed Fox nodded: "Understood!"

One minute later, more than 1 people were threatened by the robbers with guns, and they picked up the phone to contact relatives and friends, trying to spread the news about the change in the theater, but the mobile phones were still disturbed.

At this time, Long Qiuhui was rushing into the Mao's restaurant. Although she and Commander Yan had no close contacts, they had met each other at several social gatherings. In addition to Long Aotian's position in Huahai, the two were familiar with each other. , so when he heard Long Qiuhui appear, Yan Shihuang, who was turning over roasted sweet potatoes, waved his finger lightly to ask someone to put Long Qiuhui in.

"Commander Yan..."

Standing at Mao's restaurant, Long Qiuhui looked at the stove with rising flames emitting fragrance, and was slightly startled at first, apparently not expecting the commander to be so leisurely and in the mood to bake sweet potatoes in the face of bad events, then he yelled out respectfully, but Yan Shihuang quickly shook his head to stop her from speaking, and then tapped the big screen with his fingerless hand.

When Long Qiuhui looked up at the big screen, he saw a fiery meteor crashing into an armored vehicle with a sharp whistling sound. The armored vehicle that couldn't dodge it was instantly surrounded by a sea of ​​flames, shaking unceasingly, moaning, trembling, Shaking, and finally with an explosion, the armored vehicle staggered and disintegrated amidst the flames soaring into the sky.

Long Qiuhui was dumbfounded, and the police officers at the scene were struck by lightning!

Before Long Qiuhui trembled from the ground under his feet, another dazzling rocket shot across the roof of the theater. Like a meteor, the rocket hit a helicopter observing the environment hard, and the whole sky trembled. Burning, choking smoke and dust flying all over the sky, countless fragments fell from the sky, like hail without warning.

The terrified screams rang out in succession, and the police officers and soldiers who blocked the scene ran to avoid the debris as fast as they could. The blown wing was like a flaming meteor from an extraterrestrial visitor, and it happened to hit the middle of the grass in front of Huahai Theater , embedded in the base of a pioneering bull sculpture and burned blazingly, a 15-meter radius became a hell of flames.

The flame of the stove jumped up suddenly, and Yan Shihuang pulled out two sweet potatoes with a fork: "Jian Xin, give the pastor an ultimatum!"

He gave an order to a young military officer who was silent behind him: "The countdown is four to 10 minutes. If they don't give up their weapons and surrender, then I will blow up the entire theater and prepare two press releases at the same time. On the first floor of the theater, nine hundred compatriots died unfortunately, the second chapter: blood debts, the military killed 26 people."

The young officer saluted with a snap: "Yes!"

Yan Shihuang looked at Long Qiuhui and said lightly: "Captain Long, do you have anything to say to me?"

Long Qiuhui let out a long breath slowly, trying to calm herself from the cruelty of the picture. She already understood what Commander Yan meant for her to look at the picture first before talking to him. The terrorists were so vicious that they used heavy weapons to bombard Hua Jun showed that few of them thought of leaving the theater at all, so how could they give the 900 hostages a way out?
This also means that negotiations are meaningless, forced dialogue will only lead the other party by the nose, and only the eradication of thunder is the best method.

"Commander Yan, more than 900 people,,,"

Long Qiuhui forced out a sentence with a heavy heart, but from the corner of his eye he saw the screen and dismissed the redundant topic. Yan Shihuang was appointed as the commander-in-chief in the capital, so he has the power of life and death, and now is an extraordinary period, and he has different opinions Interference was also inappropriate, so in the end the conversation changed: "Commander Yan, I hope to extend it by 10 minutes."

Yan Shihuang smiled leisurely: "Give me a reason."

"It's the way it is."

Thinking of Ye Zixuan's life and death, Long Qiuhui bit his lips and said, "I have a colleague who is also in the theater. He is very agile and agile, and when terrorists sneaked into the theater, he found a clue. He sent me the car number and profile photo, but I was too busy to ignore the message."

She took out the photos sent by Ye Zixuan on her mobile phone, and quickly connected to the big screen to display the images of the car and the priest wearing sunglasses at the back door: "Commander Yan, this Ye Zixuan is not simple, not only stopped a criminal investigation team The murder case, and the firework killer who killed serially, I believe, he is dealing with terrorists at the moment."

Yan Shihuang, who has always been calm, rarely shifted his gaze away from the stove and glanced at the two photos on the big screen, but his tone was not too excited: "It is indeed a rare talent to solve major cases with such a meticulous mind. , and give him some days to temper, I believe that he will be as good as the dragon team and become the killer of criminals."

"It's just that what he is facing now is 26 terrorists, all of whom are extremely skilled and vicious."

Yan Shihuang looked at Long Qiuhui: "Among them is a pastor with a bounty of 800 million US dollars, Captain Long, I know you care about the safety of your subordinates, but every bit of time involves event variables, I don't think Ye Zixuan can There's no point in wasting precious 10 minutes against them for an illusory hope."

He added in a flat voice: "The entire film city is firmly guarded by terrorists. They still have heavy weapons in their hands. There are many mines and traps at the entrance and exit. Ye Zixuan doesn't even have a knife in his hand. What can he do with it?" The priest and others are dealing with it, what can we do to resolve the crisis? Unarmed? He is not Ultraman, Dragon Team, go back."

"He's an Ultraman."

Seeing that Yan Shihuang was unmoved, Long Qiuhui's pretty face became tense, obviously worried that Ye Zixuan's body would be lost in the artillery fire, and immediately threw out all the facts about Ye Zixuan: "He has only been in Huahai for a month. , but successively beat the son of Gu Dafo, defeated Han Zhongjian who caused the car accident of the criminal investigation team, and took down the serial killer Zhao Yibing."

Amid Yan Shihuang's noncommittal smile, Long Qiuhui elaborated: "A few days ago, I even disabled Gao Shenghan, the son of a high-tech officer, and seriously injured Duanmu Xiong of the Duanmu family in Shitouwu." She clearly saw Yan Shihuang froze slightly: "He even worshiped Shen Wanqian, and Jian Xilai also broke his legs ruthlessly."

"Commander Yan, tell me, if he wasn't Ultraman, he could do these things in a month, would he still be alive?"

She also swiped a few times on the phone and called up a half-length photo of Ye Zixuan, wanting Yan Shihuang to see Ye Zixuan's demeanor:

"Commander Yan, give Er 10 more minutes."

Yan Shihuang looked up at Ye Zixuan on the screen, with a thoughtful expression and a smile, and muttered to himself: "So it's this kid..."

The old man pointed to an adjutant: "Take two more sweet potatoes." He looked sideways at Long Qiuhui and smiled: "The military has completely sealed off the theater, and the pastor will definitely stop disturbing the audience. You have a good chance of getting in touch." Ye Zixuan, tell him, I roasted two extra sweet potatoes, if he died, sacrifice him, if he came out alive, I invite him."

Long Qiuhui was ecstatic: "Thank you, Commander Yan."

At this time, on the ceiling of a gate on the east side of the theater, a person is falling from the opened gap, the dagger in his hand is like lightning in the night, a spurt of blood bursts out like fireworks in full bloom, and the bloody breath pervades instantly. The terrorist outside fell to the ground clutching his throat, without stopping, Ye Zixuan rushed towards another person.

The terrorists guarding the gate sensed danger and subconsciously turned around with their guns in hand.

Ye Zixuan was in mid-air, with a touch of his left hand, the dagger was inserted with force like lightning!
When the muzzle of the terrorist's gun was still a short distance away from Ye Zixuan's ankle, a cold and sharp dagger was ruthlessly pierced through his nose, connected his upper and lower mouths, pierced his neck, and nailed him deeply to the floor. The wild boar shot by the arrow freezes the last scene in the human world with its big eyes staring, its power is as great as a thunderbolt.

Ye Zixuan wiped the blood from his hands: "The eighth..."

In the next second, he glanced sideways and saw a probe with a flashing red dot.

Ye Zixuan ran away and was exposed.

At this moment, the priest, who was enjoying the pleasure of blowing up the armored vehicles and helicopters, had his eyes fixed on the scene where Ye Zixuan killed two companions.

The pastor slapped the table with his palm, and the wooden table instantly fell apart.

(End of this chapter)