After shouting this sentence, Sanchez's movements stopped. {[((([([({[({<

There was a muzzle on the sand facing his eyes, which means the other party was aiming at the position of his head.

The others blocked the door quietly retreated, and their rich combat experience told them that he might avoid it if he left Sanchez alone.

But he avoided it, and the bullets would hit others. In order to cause unnecessary casualties, avoiding is the best choice.

Sanchez held the gun and kept motionless. Even when he was pointed at the gun, his expression on his face did not change much. He asked, "You are not Terry Nicholas, where is he?"

"My name is McVeigh. Why do you only know his name but not mine?

I really should have written my name in the letter.

I envy Nicholas, and I can see him on TV every day."

The other party was a young man with yellow head, about twenty-five years old.

There is a gap between the two front teeth, and they are not handsome in appearance, and they look ordinary when they are matched together.

He lifted the quilt, and was wearing nothing, naked, with a string of bombs like red firecrackers tied to his upper body, and a round blue light in the middle was on, making people unable to help but think about Iron Man.

The man named McVeigh continued, "I guessed you would come, the FBI, or the CIA?"

Wow! It's so exciting!

I would like to advise you that in addition to my body, bombs have been placed in other places in the building, as long as I press the... this button.

Bang!!

So be careful, don't get fire from the gun."

As McVeigh spoke, he picked up the TV remote control placed on the coffee table sideways, pulled the antenna open, and smiled unrestrainedly, and was a little crazy.

Most of the bombers are lunatics who want to be famous.

Sanchez understood that he had caught the murderer of the government building explosion the day before yesterday.

I just saw McVina's remote control movements, but it was not that I couldn't stop him, but before I figured out the type of bomb, impulsive behavior would be bad.

He glanced at the door on the left, and someone was looking out through the crack of the door. The half of his face was very similar to the published photos. It was Terry Nicholas himself.

His eyes were downward and his mouth was facing.

Obviously laughing.

But unlike other people's smiles, Nicholas was simply pulling his muscles, which were very stiff and slightly scary.

He himself could not feel the emotion of happiness, and was simply "imitating a smile". Judging from the sound of water, he should be pouring coffee or water for himself.

Several other people at the door went out to notify the police, and the others pointed the gun at Nicholas and McVay.

Sanchez felt a little irritated and uneasy. If other murderers were caught, they would definitely resist or escape. These two were really calm.

I don't know if I have no idea of ​​running away or have a backup plan to leave, and said to Nicholas: "You come out, don't plan to resist, you can't escape."

Nicholas walked out obediently, holding a glass of water in his hand.

The expression on his face was still smiling, as if the guns at the door were not pointing him.

The nightgown was open, and the exposed skin on the chest seemed to be scalded by boiling water, and a large piece of red meat was raised, with a terrifying shape.

He sat on the chair and crossed his legs, pulled his nightgown to cover the wound on his chest, raised his head and drank the water from the cup, and wiped the cup with a dry cloth.

Both sides pointed guns at each other, crazy and nervous.

Only Nicholas is like living in another world, unable to see the scene at this time, and doing his own things.

Sanchez didn't say anything. McVeigh was dissatisfied at first. He was sure that these people would not dare to shoot. He turned his head and said, "Hehehe! Terry, where is your gun?"

Damn it! Didn’t I buy a handful for you? I don’t need to keep it now, so I will take it into the coffin in the future!

Sorry, Mr. Police.

My friend is not very smart, so it's time to talk about the conditions.

I let the residents in this building go, you prepare a helicopter for me and a million dollars in cash.

I used up all my money by purchasing bomb materials, otherwise I wouldn’t live in such a rotten place even if I die. The water in the toilet could not flush. It was simply disgusting!"

Sanchez heard that the other party thought he was a policeman and did not explain.

The real police were verifying other reports. The governor and the president jointly issued an order, and police from several nearby cities also came to support him. They worked overtime to search these days and nights and should be able to come here soon.

I was sure to kill McVeigh before he started to grab him, but I was not sure that I could not let him press the button.

Sanchez plans to delay time and wait until the bomb disposal experts solve other bombs in the building.

According to McVeigh's practice at the government building the day before yesterday, the possibility of loading bombs in this building is extremely high, and he has experience in blasting.

But McVeigh didn't plan to get him to do it, and continued, "Hey, do you want to delay time?"

I only give you one condition, don’t expect those idiots to dismantle the bomb I installed. There are so many buildings around, do you know why I chose this broken building?

The natural gas pipeline in Oklahoma City passes through the bottom of the building, and I can tell you that the bombs were welded to the pipeline by me.

You can demolish it, but if you make a little mistake, then half of the city will be buried with us!

You are just a rice worm who gets government wages, so you won’t lose your life for us, right?”

Sanchez suddenly had a headache. He had no way to deal with the madman at this moment, and said, "Let's do this, I'll ask the sir."

The bank closed at this time, and one million dollars was a bit troublesome. Give us three hours to prepare.”

"Two hours, I will see those in two hours.

I will not be allowed to evacuate the people in this building, I will look through the window.”

"Okay, you're waiting"

Sanchez retreated, put away his gun and hurried downstairs.

When I heard a FBI executive ask a question, I ignored him and asked for a solution.

In Sanchez's eyes, Han Xuan has the most ideas...

The other end of the earth.

The small fishing boat floated alone on the sea, and Gabriel was pressing a man's head into the water.

The man struggled desperately, and when his head was pulled up, the coughing sounded heart-wrenching, and the sea and tears were mixed together.

He shouted in a crying voice: "Why! Why do you do this to me!"

Han Xuan sat by the boat holding a fishing rod, swaying with the waves, and said calmly: "Why do I do this, don't you know yet?

I have clearly warned you not to approach Mrs. Cecilia again.

After letting you go, you insist on coming back. Isabelle Koch, is this name familiar?

Also, the British potter Johnny Kardashian died a few months ago. You are cheating my friend's mother as a fool.

To bully Dolores is to bully me. If she doesn't want you to be her stepfather, then you will never be the one.

You said, if you cut a knife in your palm, would those sharks be interested in you?"

Johnny forgot to cough for a moment, afraid that this crazy child would do something.

Looking at the knife-shaped dorsal fins that were not far away, shaking their heads desperately: "No! I'll leave right away! I'll never come back!

Let me go! Let me go, woo..." (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!