Han Yu suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. Didn’t he have superpowers? He could just save the man, but he didn’t. Just now, Han Yu was thinking about not showing his superpowers in front of outsiders, so he could only watch the man being killed. At this moment, when he saw the pain of the man in front of him, he really felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," Han Yu paused.

"I'm sorry? Why do you say sorry?" the man said in a daze.

"I can't save your friend" Han Yu sighed.

"How can you blame me? In that situation, no one could save me." The man shook his head.

"Hmph, Han Yu, let me go out, I want to kill them all!" Liu Lu snorted coldly.

"Lulu, there are so many people on the other side, can you handle it?" Han Yu said.

"What are you afraid of! Are you not there?" Liu Lu curled her lips.

Han Yu blinked quickly and suggested that Liu Lu, try not to show too much where there are outsiders. Liu Lu nodded immediately with understanding.

"We can't even get out of this place now, what should we do?" the man paused and asked.

"Call, call the police and ask them to send a helicopter. We can go out from the window there." Han Yu pointed to the rear window, which was just behind the tower. If you had a helicopter, you could open the window and go out.

"Yes! Mobile phone, mobile phone!" The man took out his cell phone excitedly, but when he saw that it was powered off automatically.

"Hey, you can't do it, use mine." Han Yu smiled and took out his phone. This phone is a new model of Double Happiness, a national brand. Go to his love madness, go to his Samsung, and support domestic products (joke).

Han Yu handed the phone to the man.

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On the second floor of the Eiffel Tower.

"Hey, Officer Branson, I think you can consider my advice." The bearded man sat on the chair with a smile, with gunmen on the side, and a large number of people squatting in the middle.

"Oh, that's really sorry. I can't agree to your conditions. Let's do it, 2 hours, 2 hours later, if you don't let anyone go, then I will blow up the place. You know, I'm not kidding." The bearded man sneered and hung up the phone.

"Drop the bombs" said the beard to the man next to him. The man nodded, picked up the bag on the ground, and took out bundles of bombs from it. After a while, bombs were placed on the entire second floor and the steel plate connecting the top. If it was lit now, the middle end of the entire Eiffel Tower would definitely explode and collapse on it, because there was too much explosive.

The bearded man nodded with satisfaction and took out the phone.

"Hey, start to put bombs," said the bearded man to the phone.

"Yes" the person who answered the phone was a terrorist from the bottom. A man with a flat head and a scar on his face answered the phone. He should also be a small leader, so he was in Luoxiang and was responsible for the first floor.

After receiving the call from the bearded man, the police immediately began to set up bombs and placed bombs at the important points on the bottom floor. At this moment, the entire Eiffel Tower was approaching the breath of death. The police did not dare to act rashly because the number of hostages was too large and the other party was a terrorist.

"Officer Branson, what's going on?" A middle-aged man in a suit hurriedly got out of the car, followed by two bodyguards, and shouted at a man in police uniform.

"Oh, Mayor, the situation is not good." Branson shook his head.

"How is it? Why is it not good?" the mayor asked hurriedly. This is related to his position. If such a thing happens in Paris, should he do the mayor?

"The other party is a terrorist from a mountain terrorist organization. This kidnapping is to threaten us and ask us to release a leader named Yena in the mountains. At this moment, they are already covered with bombs. If we act rashly, they will blow up the Eiffel Tower, and there are more than 200 hostages inside. The only way is to release Yena," Police Officer Branson said helplessly.

"Yena? No, this is an international offender. He is the second leader of the mountain terrorist organization. This time, in order to capture Yena, we sent three special forces, 50 fighter jets, and sacrificed 20 comrades. We followed and planned for two years. How could we let him go? You also know that the mountain is a nightmare for our France for many years. It is affecting the safety of our France all the time.

"But now the hostages are in their hands, and we only have 2 hours. What do you think we should do?" Officer Branson spread his hands.

"I think it's better to attack."

"Strong attack? Joke! There are bombs on it, and they are all terrorists. If they find out that we are strong attacking, what is waiting for us? It is the explosion of the entire Eiffel Tower and more than 200 lives!" Officer Branson strengthened his tone.

"Dingling" Branson's phone rang.

"Hey" Branson answered the phone.

"Official, I am from the police center. There is a member of the council who claims to be Basgala and wants to talk to you."

"Basgale?" Branson was stunned. The MP Basgale himself had heard of it. He was a celebrity around the French president and one of the representatives of the National Assembly.

"Give me your phone number!"

"Okay, police officer. The phone is xxxxxxxx"

Branson hung up the phone and hurriedly dialed the number. After a while, the phone was connected.

"Hey, hello, I'm Branson," Branson said hurriedly.

"Oh, Branson, hello, I'm Basgale" came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh! It's really you, Mr. Basgale, what's wrong?" Branson said excitedly.

"I am now inside the Eiffel Tower, so I'm asking you to come and save me quickly." The other end of the phone came.

"What! You, you're at the Eiffel Tower!" Branson was startled and almost jumped up from the ground.

"That's right, I'm on the third floor now, and the gangsters are on the first and second floors. I don't know if they have any, but now I'm relatively safe. I'm in the room on the third floor. This room is very solid, the door is iron, and the gangsters can't get in for a while. There is a back window here, which happens to be behind the observation deck. You can send a helicopter to the window to save me! There are 9 people on my side!" A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Basgale, don't worry, we'll be here soon." Branson hurriedly hung up the phone. This was a member of parliament. What should I do if something happened in it?

"Mr. Basgale is inside?" The mayor asked hurriedly when he saw Branson hung up the phone.

"Yes, he's on the third floor, I have to send a helicopter to rescue him right away." Branson nodded.

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"Well, are you a member of parliament?" Chen Shishi looked at Basgale in surprise and said, "Chen Shishi is proficient in English and French, so Chen Shishi heard everything Basgale said just now.

"Anthrac? You can speak French? You speak French so well" Basgale smiled and continued, "Yes, I am a member of parliament, a French leftist MP."

"Okay." Chen Shishi nodded.

"Shishi, what are you talking about? By the way, how is the situation?" Han Yu asked.

"He is a French leftist parliamentarian," Chen Shishi said lightly.

"That's right, sir, I'm a French parliamentarian. Don't worry, the situation is very good. The police will send someone to rescue us soon," Basgale said with a smile.

"Oh, it turns out to be a big shot, haha," Han Yu nodded. Who would have thought that the guy in front of him was actually a person with status?

"What's the name? Until now I don't know what you're called."

"Han Yu, where are you?"

"Basgala"

Han Yu was sweating, what name is hard to remember and strange, and he can't bear it. French people like to do this, making a name so long and difficult to say. A surname is very long and the name is very long, and the name is read for a long time together.

The sound of helicopters came from outside. A plane slowly took off and began to approach the Eiffel Tower. There were several special forces personnel on it, preparing to rescue Basgale.

The bearded man was sitting on the second floor at the moment, sitting on a chair, holding a child in his hand. The child was very young, but about one year old. The bearded man was shaking his body and teasing the child. The child had no idea that the child was guarding against Buddha. He was holding him an international terrorist, smiling and smiling, and smiling like a baby. A woman next to him looked at him nervously. That was his son. His son was in the arms of the terrorist. How could he not be nervous?

Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter came from outside. The bearded man picked up the child and walked to the window slightly, sneered, and then took out the phone.

"Hey, Officer Branson, your helicopter wants to rescue the people on the third floor, right? I advise you to let the plane leave immediately, otherwise I will detonate the bomb." The bearded man said to the phone with a cold smile.

"You, don't do anything random!" The other end of the phone came.

"If the helicopter doesn't leave within 30 seconds, I will detonate the bomb." After saying that, the bearded man hung up the phone, then looked at the child, coaxing his child like an adult.

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"The helicopter is here!" Basgale saw the plane getting closer and closer, and had already stayed more than 10 meters in front of the rear window.

Everyone smiled and looked at the plane, and they were saved, but suddenly, the helicopter stopped for a moment and slowly turned away.

"Hey! Hey!" Basgale rushed over and slapped the window, but the helicopter still drove away and then descended.

"What's going on?" Basgale said depressedly as helicopters disappeared.

Basgale took out his cell phone angrily and called Branson.

"Hey, Branson! What's going on? Why did the good plane leave again!" Basgale said angrily.
Chapter completed!