The plane landed quickly. Wang Tianyu got off the plane and looked back to see the flight attendant, who was devoted to the whole life, but refused to tell him his name.

When Wang Xiaomei finally appeared in front of the porthole, she thought Wang Tianyu had left, but until she got down, she found that Wang Tianyu was still waiting below. When she was with Wang Tianyu, Wang Xiaomei found that Wang Tianyu had a strange charm, and it seemed that every time she looked, she would fall into a cycle of reincarnation. Wang Xiaomei had called just now and told the fat pig that an old man in his 50s no longer wanted to stay in Kyoto.

Perhaps, returning to his hometown is the most correct choice. After returning, Wang Xiaomei wants to live seriously and be an ordinary person with dreams, and no longer envy those lives that do not belong to her.

Wang Tianyu went over and grabbed Wang Xiaomei's hand, "Thank you, you are my second woman, I will be responsible for you."

Wang Xiaomei's tears fell down her face. Since her appearance was at the cost of others' departure, a clumsy life was really not suitable for her. Since that's the case, let's separate.

Wang Tianyu put the big belly and thin-mouthed jade pot that could not be explained clearly on Wang Xiaomei's neck without saying anything, "She is dead. If you don't want to be with me, I won't force you."

Wang Tianyu smiled. There was no need to care about this kind of thing so much, let alone force others. Wang Tianyu bought the cold Zhen Xuan like a computer and surrounded Wang Xiaomei's neck, "Let's go."

"No, I can't accept this thing!" Wang Xiaomei firmly hung Wang Tianyu around her neck and took off the jade bottle and wanted to return it to Wang Tianyu. No matter how Wang Tianyu gave it, she didn't want it. She just wanted this thing. "Please allow me not to be with you. I know that if I am with you, I may be very happy, but when I am with you, what I see from you is another girl. What you think of is not me. We are not suitable."

Wang Tianyu shook his head, some things could not be forced to come. Then he could only let those who could come forward to help this kind girl.

Wang Tianyu didn't know that he had made such a decision, but it was several years since the two met again.

In addition to the airport, Wang Tianyu immediately felt like he was reborn and the depression of the past suddenly became light and vague. Wang Tianyu felt that he should really thank the kind girl, all of this was brought to him by her.

At this time, in the largest hotel and international metropolis in the Western Regions, a group of people were tied with ropes and explosives on their bodies and carrying ak-47 on their hands. They were laughing arrogantly. At the dance floor in the middle, there were now people sitting on the ground desperately. Those who were laughing around these hostages seemed so happy because of what happened.

There were many empty wine bottles and some glass scraps rolling down on the ground. These were those on the second and third floors and the stairs who finished drinking and threw the bottles into the dance floor. From time to time, one or two bottles were thrown into the dance floor. With a "bang" sound, the glass fragments that exploded unscrupulously cut people's skin, causing a scream. However, the people in the screams made the people on the second and third floors run quickly around the circular spiral ladder upstairs.

In the end, almost the entire bottle of beer that had not been opened began to be thrown down. As these sealed glass bottles hit the ground, they often produce greater explosive power than empty bottles.

In the video, one beer bottle after another fell into the dance floor tirelessly, making a loud noise, hurting others.

The images of the dance floor are transmitted through the lines in real time, and the entire screen is released on the largest mirror LED screen outside. Coupled with the top international sound effects, there are almost tens of thousands of Vishks gathering around the periphery, and the police and armed police are also armed with guns and ammunition.

There was no order from above, otherwise, he would have been attacking the entire hotel long ago.

As more bandits began to pee at the dance floor in the video, and then various insulting actions were made, protests were heard one after another in the dance floor, but the protests were ineffective. Although these gangsters are not yet at the level of killing people, if these people want to kill, they will only lose their rationality in an instant. Some people who understand will endure being scolded to calm people's emotions.

Ouyang Feifei pulled Duanmu Xiang's arm, "Dunmu, let's fight out?"

"No, if we really do something, all the remote-controlled bombs hanging on the lights above our heads, as well as all kinds of bombs that are being pulled by ropes, will explode together. Not to mention whether we can go out, these people alone will die. Although we are nobles, in this case, we would rather die than let the family be charged with massacre of the people."

After hearing Duanmu Xiang's words, Ouyang Feifei pouted sadly.

From the speaker, everyone listened to the voices of the bandits on the second and third floors surrounding the central dance floor. In addition to cheering and shouting, they could also vaguely hear political propositions.

As the situation develops, countries around the world have also begun to report on these things. Countless reporters have flew from various countries to China on planes, wanting to talk to this radical organization to see if they can contact the personnel of this organization and take some action.

Although Wang Tianyu did not receive an order from his superior, he also knew what to do at this time. For countries with bad ambitions towards China, there is only one sentence, that is, killing without mercy. These countries that are preparing to split China can only face China's anger.

"Silence me." A huge voice came from the speakers, and inside and outside the building could hear clearly. "As soon as I woke up, I heard you screaming in my ears. Be careful that I will shoot you all at once."

This voice actually makes people feel immersive. Wang Tianyu knows that this person is too terrifying in control of the situation. Needless to say, the owner of this voice is the main planner and executor of this event, Posec.

Suddenly, everyone stopped. Apart from a drunken moan and a cry of long live, before he could shout a second long live, a huge roar came from the speaker. Posecke had already shot and shot the man to death.

Everyone was shocked to look at the figure that had fallen from the third floor and listened to Posecke's voice, "A person like this who does not know how to discipline himself at all is not worthy of being a member of our victory torch."

The effect of killing one to warn a hundred suddenly appeared, and no one made any noise at the scene, for fear that the next person to be killed would be himself.

"How is the negotiation going?" Posecke's voice was like a bell, and after being amplified by the sound amplifier, it made the entire building's glass tremble slightly.

"Blessed by Allah, Yurimu has gone to sleep after you fell asleep and told the police about our conditions."

"Turn him over."

Yurimu, who was struggling desperately, was even worse than a dog in front of Posec. He struggled to kick his feet, with horror on his face, begging for mercy desperately.

Posecke remained indifferent and threw the gun directly into Yurimu's head with a bloody hole. The bodyguards beside him were immediately dying, gasping for breath, his hands and feet spasming, and a bowl-sized Yurimu threw it into the dance floor on the back of his head. Now, everyone fell into silence again.

"I, Posecke, tells you that for every person in our organization, you will have to compensate ten times more people."

After saying this, Posek grabbed the ak-47 from his bodyguard and began to sweep wildly at the dance floor. In a short while, blood was already flowing underground, with no less than thirty people dead. Some were injured by accident.

There were hundreds of people in the dance floor, all of whom were fine three days ago and had nothing to do. They came here to spend money, but were directly concentrated in the center of the dance floor by these gangsters. Although these vicious guys in front of them also said they wanted to kill people, this is the first time they took action today.

Angry crying and screaming immediately came out on the dance floor, which was the sound of the family of the deceased and the injured.

Posecke burst into laughter at the microphone, with a cruel face, "Prepare the conditions I have mentioned quickly for me. If you don't agree, then wait to collect the bodies of these people, long live the victory."

All the police and armed police were waiting on the periphery. These thugs were too cruel. I don’t know how many explosives were installed in the building. You can see hundreds of explosives by just monitoring the images. Therefore, the most urgent task is to stabilize these bandits and prevent them from taking the risk of continuing to kill people because of disappointment, or make other more extraordinary actions.

A reporter walked out of the crowd and the police wanted to stop him, but because he was focused on Posecke, and he didn't catch the reporter after several times, he was actually standing under the strong light by the reporter.

The reporter covered his eyes with his hands and looked up at the camera in an extremely quiet atmosphere. This position allows his image to be transmitted to the screen in front of Posec. "Mr. Posec, when I was studying in the Arab dynasty, I heard about your name. I once wanted to visit you several times and wrote a biography for you, but I was locked out of the door by you. This may be your last chance. If you don't let me in, we may not have this chance in the future."

"Is it you?" A gunshot came from somewhere upstairs. The reporter pretended to be afraid, and saw a circle of bullet marks appearing quickly next to the reporter. This was a warning, meaning that if there was a small move, it would be a word death.

Posecke handed the gun back to the bodyguard, staring at the bodyguard for a moment and filled the magazine with bullets, then grabbed the gun in his hand again, "Young man, you are really lucky. When I saw me several times, I was in a good mood. Come on, I am not afraid."

As the door slowly opened a crack, the reporter was so scared that his whole body was trembling as if he was shaking, and someone was taken in.

"Chief, are you stopping him? He will not be the one sent by foreign countries to join the Victory Torch. If so, it would not be a danger."
Chapter completed!