Please make money.

"Tied him up and led the way. Where is he?"

"There's a big problem at the corner. Miss Nong Lan was hung on the fifth-floor window. There are at least ten gang members carrying light weapons inside. It's a typical hostage situation."

No wonder Rumlow felt upset. Tolov was a typical Russian team, and they were best at attacking tough targets.

When they encounter obstacles, they sweep the stick across; when the obstacles get bigger, the stick gets thicker - but it's difficult to expect them to carry out hostage rescue missions.

Tolov was also anxious. If one of the rescue targets died, wouldn’t the 77 million ruble bonus be lost?

"I'll take you there! I'll take you there—" The little leader struggled: "Give me a chance! Please!"

Alia looked at her watch. "Forty-seven minutes left, that's three hours. You still have twenty--oh, sorry, you only have forty-six minutes."

"I, I, I—"

……

……

"What do you mean? I told you, here, we have the final say!"

The tall and thin man chopped down hard with his knife. The short sound of bones breaking, screams, and shouts mixed together.

There was a young man nearby who was still full of blood. He shouted, picked up a stool and rushed over, but as the gunshot sounded, he looked down at his stomach in shock and fell back with his head tilted back.

The bloodstains spread along his washed-white shirt, gradually staining the floor red...

Obviously, what can be revered here is not order, what can be respected is not knowledge, and what can be recognized is not compromise.

They were once the hope of Pattani Province, even the three southern provinces of Thailand and even Siam, and they are talents cherished by the whole world.

But now, everyone just hates themselves for only knowing how to study instead of being a brave warrior who can tear these bastards to pieces.

The person in charge covered his short legs, sweating profusely and almost fainting, but even so, he was still trembling and begging the tall and thin man to let the others go.

The researcher lying in a pool of blood had a twin brother who looked almost identical to him. The latter subconsciously hugged his brother with a dazed look on his face.

The young henchman next to the tall and thin man moved the muzzle of his gun over, pointed it at him with a sneer, and even walked over and kicked him, knocking him to the ground.

"You want to resist too? Ah? Come on!"

The latter stared blankly at the muzzle of the gun pointed in front of him. As long as that finger pressed lightly, he would fall down like his brother.

So...so what did I do wrong...

The phone rang, as fast as it could sound.

The brothers who were hanging people turned around and almost dropped them. The tall and thin one licked the blood on his hands and said, "It's so annoying. Cut the phone line."

As he said this, he snatched the gun from the younger brother next to him. It was obvious that the continuous abuse had made him lose his mind and become more and more crazy.

"Just shoot, like this—"

“Bang, bang—bang—”

After three consecutive shots, blood spurted out of the poor twin brother's thigh and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"It looks pretty clean. Cut out his heart and liver - keep the rest. Be careful not to damage it. I heard that the number of people receiving it has been decreasing recently. I don't know what it means..."

In such chaos, hurried footsteps were heard, and a group of operators like wolves and tigers rushed into the building and blocked the entire building.

Rumlow and Toloff didn't even bother to push the door open. They just kicked the glass door to pieces, and a bunch of subordinates rushed in behind them.

The little leader heard the gunshots and looked at the bloody scene in front of him, and his legs went weak...

He was not afraid of bloody scenes, because he was the one who caused the most blood in this neighborhood.

But he knew that he might not be able to explain to Alia about what happened today.

"Kane! I￥＆%￥……%＆￥————"

Cursing all kinds of dialect slang and dirty words, the little leader rushed forward and kicked the tall and thin man to the ground, then beat him viciously with punches and kicks.

Alia walked into the hall with a frown. There were originally more than 200 people working in the laboratory, but now there were only forty or fifty people working there.

The smell of blood filled the entire customer service hall. The technicians, who should have been treated preferentially and respected for their knowledge, were now huddled in a corner like quails.

The medic came in and quickly checked the wounded. There were two with gunshot wounds and two with severed limbs from knife cuts. The scene was in chaos.

"Boss, one of them has lost a lot of blood and needs a blood transfusion immediately, otherwise his life is in danger. The other one probably has internal injuries. The medical facilities here are unable to perform surgery on them."

"Where is the nearest hospital?"

"From the map, it's the commercial district controlled by the Free Army."

"Go in an armored vehicle and ask them to provide medical treatment. If my employees die, I will take their lives."

Alia's eyes were cold. "Search the entire block according to the list, find all the laboratory employees and their families, and prepare to evacuate."

"Yes--"

Only at this time did Alia have time to look at the instigator of all this, the tall and thin man who was badly beaten.

"He's your man." Alia took out Rumlow's Colt Python revolver, grabbed the little boss's hair, and stuffed the muzzle of the gun directly into his mouth.

"Give me an explanation, and see if I accept it."

"I-I didn't ask him to do that! I didn't! He did it himself! Don't shoot!"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Alia took out the gun.

The little leader's heart was beating violently, and he took a breath with great difficulty: "Thank you, thank you..."

"Bang----"

When gunshots rang out, the operators turned their eyes over, then turned back as if nothing had happened and continued to be on guard on both sides.

The little leader covered his palms, screamed hysterically, and shouted wildly why.

"You asked me not to shoot, and I did it on my own, so I said it was reasonable."

Alia looked around and her eyes moved to the window. Three little brothers were holding a rope, the other end of which was tied to the leg of a table.

The rope was still shaking. The three little brothers were stared at by the armed operators with fierce eyes and dared not move. Beads of sweat covered their foreheads.

"Pull them up." Alia waved her hand: "Break all these guys' hands and feet, Tolov!"

"Boss?"

"Have someone build a platform at the street corner, and we'll hang them up there later." Alia walked to the window, looked around, and pointed to a place not far away: "In that direction, I—"

Before he finished speaking, when he saw Miss Nonglan being pulled up and staggering and unable to stand steadily, the tall and thin man who had been beaten and was wailing on the ground turned over.

He actually picked up a coconut knife from somewhere and grabbed the other person in front of him with his backhand. His movements were so fast that it was surprising.

The two operators next to them were about to open fire, but when they saw that besides the hostage, there was also Alia beside the other party, they stopped their guns for fear of a ricochet.

Their guns are very powerful and have amazing penetration. If you pull the trigger in a room like this, the bullet may ricochet several times.

So, as I said before, Tolov's team is suitable for fighting tough battles, but they really don't have the expertise in hostage rescue...

But no matter how incompetent he was, Tolov was going to be pissed off by his men - how could someone be kidnapped in front of others?!

Miss Nong Lan was still in shock. She felt a chill on her neck and someone grabbed her like a chicken.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The tall and thin man's nose was still bleeding, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have some mental problems: "Everyone, get out of the way!"

Why would anyone think that he could threaten at least thirty armed operators in the room with just a knife?

Tolov lowered the gun: "Hey man, calm down, put the knife down, don't do anything stupid!"

"Don't force me!" The veins on the tall and thin man's forehead bulged, and he yelled hysterically: "Get out of here! Let me go!"

Alia didn't look at him, but just looked at the young lady with dazed eyes: "Are you Miss Nonglan?"

The young lady refocused her eyes: "I, I am - you are -"

"I'm Alia, your future boss. I'm here to pick you up for work. We'll be working 996."

As she spoke, Alia gave a heartwarming smile, then took out the revolver she had fired before, opened the magazine and dumped out all the bullets.

"Don't worry, I'm here - Hey, the one with the knife, let's make a bet. If you win, I'll let you go, okay?"

The tall and thin man seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "What did you say? Are you serious?"

"There's no need for me to lie to you. Your life is worthless to me. As long as you don't hurt my employees, everything will be fine."

Alia put a bullet into the revolving magazine, swung it shut, and let it spin several times without even looking at it.

"Ever heard of roulette?" Alia gestured to the gun in her hand: "I only have one bullet."

Tolov was dumbfounded. What was the boss going to do?

He quickly grabbed Alia's hand, but Alia held him down and pointed the gun in Miss Nonglan's direction.

"Look carefully at the muzzle of my gun. You can see that I only have one bullet. If this bullet is empty, it means that you are not destined to die. I will let you go."

The tall and thin man saw a ray of hope in his despair, and his eyes glowed with relief: "You keep your word!"

"Of course my words count. My words are worth 100 million US dollars. Your boss has witnessed it with his own eyes."

Alia glanced at the young lady and said, "Ms. Nonglan, close your eyes and believe me."

The young lady closed her eyes tremblingly, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Bang----"

A gunshot was heard and the young lady felt her cheeks getting hot. Her whole body became stiff and something seemed to be pulling her back.

But at this moment, a warm hand held her and pulled her in another direction.

Alia pulled her into her arms and gave her a warm hug, holding her head to prevent her from looking back: "It's okay, it's solved, I'm here."

Tolov whistled, "Wow, great marksmanship, is that Rumlow's gun?"

Using a gun that is not your own, you can kill someone with one shot in a hostage situation.

It’s hard to tell whether Alia is in business or has some other side job…

Alia threw the gun to him and patted the little sister on the back, not caring.

"The credit goes to Rumlow. It has nothing to do with his marksmanship. It proves that he deserved to die. The only thing that makes people dissatisfied is that he died too easily."

"It's okay, Boss. If you want to punish them, we have many ways to do it."

Tolov signaled his men to clean the floor quickly and clear up the bloody scene, as they still had to move the equipment here later.

"Go find some people. I want to take them home." Alia put the frightened little sister aside and sat down.

She squatted in front of the other person and held her hands with both of hers. Her warm hands, bright face and gentle tone were totally out of place in this chaotic area. It was as if they were from two different worlds.

"Ms. Nong Lan, although it's a bit inappropriate to ask at this time, I still want to ask, can you accept my employment? I plan to give you a very long employment contract. If you need, I can pack up all your family members and take them away."

"me……"

"I will take you to a place where there is no chaos and smoke of war, where knowledge is respected, where you can earn rewards with your efforts, and where no one can take it away from you. There, facing the sea, with flowers blooming in the spring, you can see the sun rise every day."

“Is there really such a place?”

"Yes, that's my hometown, the most peaceful place in the world. We can create the future together!"

“…I do!!”

291-It's not United Fruit! It's "Sister Purple's Sin Bag" 21/20

Why would anyone be able to say no to Alia?

No one can say no - just like nothing can stop her!

(TM)! Nothing can stop her anymore! Alia with one million horsepower is unbeatable!

The entire neighborhood was cleared out, and more than two hundred gang members were caught by Tolov.

In his words, even across the street, he could smell the stench and blood of these guys!

Only then did Arya have time to learn about their composition - the Dahlan Stormtroopers? What?

This crappy organization called the Dalan Stormtroopers is actually more like a collection of gangsters who are capable of doing all kinds of evil.

Their original name was not the Stormtroopers, but because they were affiliated with the Free Army, they became a branch of the other side.

The Free Army doesn't care what they do. All they need is for them to pay their military dues on time and to go out to the streets to help out at certain times.

In this place where both sides roam around in pickup trucks and small elite troops engage in jungle guerrilla warfare, a group of more than 200 people is like a small warlord and is worth winning over.

But for Alia, this didn't mean anything. She just sat on the platform at the end of the long street, holding a lollipop in her mouth, looking at both sides of the street calmly.