Evil Awe-Inspiring

At the same time, I quickly picked up the gun dropped by Jack on the ground, quickly dropped the magazine, returned it to him, and shouted to him, "Raise your gun, and pretend that nothing happened. same!"

I had rushed to the two pilots, grabbed them one by one, and stuck them next to the wall, while yelling at Jack's two men at the same time: "You guys, hurry up! Stand me under the helicopter! fast!!"

With the waving of the gun in my hand, the two did.

After the helicopter approached a little bit in the sky, it hovered a bit, the camera shot on the rooftop for a while, and then left.

Fortunately ... I was relieved, but fortunately, the helicopter didn't capture the picture that I pointed at Jack with a gun!

You know, the helicopter in the sky is the media interviewer! Those media don't care about anything! If they send the pictures back to them ... once they are broadcast ...

Don't forget, there are still accomplices in Ramucci. Ramucci asks for a TV interview. He must have some comrades lurking outside in the city watching TV! If once his associates saw the roof of the building here, I would have controlled Jack and his men ... That's it! My plan will be disrupted too!

After the media helicopter left, I sighed and glanced at Jack.

Fortunately, he is very honest and seems to have given in to me. I thought about it and glanced at a pilot next to me: "Is there a radio on the helicopter? You take me there. I want to use the radio."

The pilot glanced at me. Did it. But when we got to the helicopter. He stopped suddenly, turned and looked at me, and said solemnly, "Who the **** are you!"

After that, he suddenly pulled a pistol from under the helicopter seat and pointed at me!

This is unexpected to me!

"Look, I said just now, I'm not a policeman anyway!" I looked at the gun in his hand.

"I don't care who you are! But I don't allow you to do anything here! This will undermine our plan of action!" The pilot stared at me: "I'm the FBI!"

Oh?

I raised my eyebrows. Actually knows that people are mixed in with interviewers. It seems that these people are not too wasteful.

"So what?" I shrugged.

"I won't allow you to do anything unplanned here. That would endanger the safety of the hostages! Sir!" He pointed at me with a gun: "So, now, please drop your weapon in your hand!"

I stared at the pilot, he was wearing ordinary pilot's clothes, even a TV station logo on his uniform, and his appearance was very ordinary. The gun in his hand was also very stable.

"I won't drop the gun." I looked at him and said steadily, "You can shoot me ... you might as well try it."

"Sir, please don't force me!" He warned in a tone: "I'm working for the government. Now I'm ordering you to drop your weapon in the name of the FBI!"

"So what are you going to do?" A sneer appeared on my face: "You are going to report to your boss. Say the rooftop is already under your control? Then you are going to airborne to the next SWAT SWAT team? Don't be kidding ..."

I didn't care about the gun in his hand, approaching him step by step, and with a contemptuous expression on my face, undisguised: "I can tell you that I was originally one of the hostages who just escaped from this building today ... … I can mobilize the assistance of at least three huge family forces in North America at any time! As for you, you are just a small detective ... Believe me, if I am on weekdays, I only need a phone call and I can even let you lose Your job! Now, give it a try and shoot me! Can you bear this responsibility? If I get hurt, your boss won't be able to bear responsibility! "

I slowly reached over, he was hesitant and hesitant ...

Indeed, he cannot afford responsibility!

He's an agent. Yes, if he is facing a terrorist, he may shoot without hesitation ... but I am not a terrorist! !!

This is where the police or the rules apply. And my triad, I do n’t need to be limited by these!

"Don't force me!" He stepped back, warning in a low voice.

Suddenly I grabbed his wrist, then quickly removed his wrist joint, and before he exhaled, my other hand had caught his falling pistol, and at the same time kicked in his belly. on.

The agent snorted, and bent down like a shrimp. I grabbed his hair again, and pressed his head firmly on the plane and banged ... He blew a long nosebleed, and by the time I got him up, he couldn't even hum. Out.

I quickly searched his body, found nothing, and frowned, "You won't just send you in, right? You don't have anything on your body, don't you come over to be a pilot, and then be someone With a gun, do nothing on the roof? "

"Woohoo ... you bastard, you broke my nose." He covered his nose and said indistinctly.

"Hey, you asked for it." I shrugged. "Whoever stops me is against me! Now I ask you a few questions, and you answer me well." I thought about it and said, "The one who went in There should be yours in the media interview group, right? I don't think it would be so dumb, it would be useless to just send you in. At least a useful role would be sent. "

He didn't speak, I pointed his gun directly at his head: "You listen, I promise I will shoot! So don't test my patience, if you don't say it, I will kill you! There is so Many terrorists, killing you and pushing them to the terrorists has no effect on me! "

"You are threatening someone who works for the government! Sir, you are committing a crime." He also wanted to intimidate me.

"Oh ... you still have something like an eavesdropper, right?" I smiled: "Well, okay, it seems I don't need to talk to you anymore. So, I don't embarrass you, You turn on the radio and contact your boss. I'll tell him myself. "

This time he did not resist, he obediently turned on the radio on the helicopter plane, and obediently contacted the people below me.

After I was contacted, I immediately pushed him away, and then knocked his head with a gun handle, knocking him out.

Then I put on the radio call headset myself: "Hello, please tell me your identity!"

"Hell! Bastard, who are you!" There was a roar from the other side.

"Sir, when you talk to me, you'd better be kind." I said coldly, "Now, please tell me who you are!"

After a murmur came from the other party, he changed a slightly calmer voice, a middle-aged man said, "Hello, I'm special event handling agent Link J. Fred. You can call me Lin It ’s OK! Sir, no matter what your identity and background, but you just threatened and resorted to our agents, we all heard from his portable wiretapping device! You are blatantly violating the law and openly asking The U.S. government and provocation! "

"Well, I don't have time to talk to you." I looked at my watch: "My identity is one of the guests this time, one of the original hostages. My name is Chen Yang, you can check me immediately I do n’t need more nonsense. As for the others, I have escaped. You know this, but now I ’m back. My purpose is to save my friends and deal with these terrorists. In this regard, Our purpose is not contradictory, so I just don't want anyone to hinder me. And, if it goes well, maybe I can help you! "

"... But how can we be sure that your actions will not cause danger to the hostages inside!" The other party still tried to stop me: "You better not disturb! Otherwise, your actions will have serious consequences for you! ! "

I took a deep breath.

I also know that it is a very unwise thing to oppose the United States and openly enemies against them with my ability. Although my main force is in Canada. But if the Americans have enemies with me, then they should ask me some trouble ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It should not be too difficult.

but……

damn it! Yang Wei is still inside! Yang Wei is still inside! !! !! Thinking of Yang Wei's last despairing look, and her weak look when she was short of breath. The fire is burning in my heart!

No matter what, even if I killed my life, I must rescue her! !! !!

"You listen, I will give you two choices. First, either you will send someone to arrest me now ... but I'm afraid you can't do it. Second? Do you choose to cooperate with me! Do as I ask! Otherwise, I ca n’t guarantee what happened. If you cooperate, maybe I can help you save the hostages. "

Of course, they can also contact the terrorists and tell them that I have taken control of the situation on the rooftop ... but people from the FBI do this kind of thing unless President Bush and his uncle worship.

So, they can't help me. After all, it's me who controls the situation now!

"... Talk about your request." The other party's voice compromised.