Back outside the Cointreau Hotel, after the police received the news that the hostages were safe, Commander Fatty finally calmed down and decided to take command personally and show off his power.

He was totally different from the timid and submissive person he was just now.

If it weren't for the beads of sweat on his forehead, the team members would wonder if he was possessed by an old monster.

I saw him ordering the scumbag Flying Tigers stormtroopers to have no scruples and attack the lobby.

But as soon as they entered the lobby, they didn't even see the enemy.

There was a "boom", and basically the few Flying Tigers who were rushing at the front were gone.

In their eagerness to perform meritorious service and to show off the heroic appearance of the Flying Tigers in front of the consul, they forgot even the most basic tactical literacy. One team member accidentally touched a bomb.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions occurred on the first floor, and thick smoke billowed from the hall.

One Flying Tiger even had half of his body blown directly onto the street.

The house was shaken violently, and the air wave shattered the glass. The police on the street watched the excitement and the people unconsciously squatted down to take cover.

Only reporters went crazy and rushed to take pictures of the corpses on the ground and the situation in the hotel lobby, without fear of the possibility of further explosions.

"Sir, there's a bomb inside!"

The survivor's voice came from Commander Fatty's walkie-talkie.

The fat commander's head is already buzzing now. The current situation is all under the cameras of reporters, and there is even a live broadcast from a satellite vehicle.

"I was not born to be strong!"

"I feel like I'm probably going to feel cold."

But even if he wanted to be cool, he still decided to throw the blame away first. The fat commander didn't care about the seriousness of the Flying Tiger members' injuries and just yelled and cursed.

"Where are the arms experts? There are arms experts who will follow you in."

"There are too many bombs, they are too hidden, and arms experts have not discovered them...ahem..."

The Flying Tigers member still managed to answer with difficulty.

"Fuck! These bastards."

The fat commander couldn't bear what he heard and couldn't help but uttered a curse word. He didn't know whether he was scolding the arms expert or the gangster. After scolding him, he gave the order:

"Withdraw, the remaining people will withdraw immediately."

After giving instructions on the walkie-talkie, the fat commander immediately gave instructions to his deputy:

"Immediately ask for support and rescue our colleagues from the Flying Tigers."

"yes, sir!"

The deputy rushed to carry out the order.

But at this time, Commander Fatty's other walkie-talkie rang, which was to contact Consul Bolson.

"Why is there such a big movement down there? Have you rushed up? When will the rescue arrive?"

Borson's arrogant voice came from it.

The fat commander could only smile bitterly and immediately explained.

"Sir, it's not that I didn't help, it's just that the robbers were too cunning!"

The top floor of the Cointreau restaurant.

Bolson was holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, his face was ashen, and he was cursing:

"Shit, you bunch of losers can't even get in. Are you planning to wait for us to die before you come in to collect our bodies? Or do you deliberately want us dead? Are you with the robbers?"

Three fatal questions in a row, each hat is harder to hit than the last.

The heart-breaking sentences also aroused the emotions of other guests.

It is no exaggeration to say that the first thing this fat man considered after this mission was not how to write a resignation report but to face the revenge of these "upper class people".

After all, these people are getting more and more angry under the consul's leadership. Everyone was finally rescued. Now they just wait for the police to come to escort them and get out safely.

But what?

Not to mention rescuing these losers, they were all dead before they even entered the door. And if the explosions continue like this and the building collapses, what will they do?

This is not a fucking joke!

They simply couldn't imagine what the police would be able to do to save them if they were in the hands of gangsters now!

Just wait for death!

At this time, gunshots suddenly rang out at the top of the stairs, causing everyone to turn from anger to fear and panic.

Is it the secret commando team of the Flying Tigers?

Or is it the gangster's counterattack?

Suddenly the exhibition hall became noisy.

"What's up?"

"Could it be that the gangsters regretted their actions and turned back their guns?"

"Did these useless police officers give them confidence?"

""Woooooooo... I don't want to die"

Bolson was also a little panicked and couldn't help but look at Huo Jingliang next to him.

Huo Jingliang was relatively calm and said:

"The gangsters are probably here. Yaoyang is exchanging fire with the gangsters outside."

"What should we do now? Do we just wait to die? Although Lei is brave, how can he and Li fight against so many gangsters?"

Bolson blurted out, angry and annoyed.

"Even the police can't do anything, and I can't do anything either."

Huo Jingliang shook his head, but his eyes suddenly lit up and he said:

“But instead of leaving your hope to the police and God, it’s better to choose to believe in Yaoyang!”

"May the Lord bless my friend Ray!"

Bolson made a sign of the cross, and hope rekindled on his face.

Ding Shanben, who was standing next to him, thought that Bolson was afraid of danger outside and did not dare to go out to ask, so he volunteered:

"Mr. Consul, shall I help Brother Yaoyang?"

After saying that, he ran out of the hall without waiting for Bolson to say anything.

In less than two minutes, Ding Shanben came back, his face extremely ugly, and he shouted from a distance:

"Mr. Consul, there are indeed gangsters who have come back to fight back. There are still many people. They are now exchanging fire with Brother Yaoyang in the stairs, but the ammunition is limited and they can't hold them back for long. Brother Yaoyang said that we should go to the rooftop immediately!"

Before Bolson could speak, one of the guests spoke dissatisfiedly:

"My feet are weak and I can't walk!"

"That's right, why should we go out? The police will be able to come in and rescue us soon."

"There are bullets and bullets outside. If we go out, aren't we going to die?"

"Then you just wait here to die, no one will let you go, you are a bunch of losers!"

Huo Jingliang was not polite at all. Hearing a guest's objection, he immediately stood up and shouted with authority.

Immediately, he turned to look at Bolson and said:

"Mr. Consul, let's go!"

There is no doubt that Huo Jingliang is a smart man and he completely trusts Yaoyang.

He knew that if Yaoyang hadn't been blocking him outside, the gangsters would have killed him long ago.

In this case, if you wait for the police, they may be too cold when the police come.

In this case, listening to Yaoyang's words is the only way to survive.

"Honey, let's go to the rooftop!"

Borson was also unambiguous, holding on to his wife and affirming.

However, he couldn't be as arrogant as Huo Jingliang, completely ignoring the guests present, and still said loudly:

"You idiots, if you don't leave now, when we all leave later and the gangsters come in, you won't have to go anywhere. You know what will happen if you fall into the hands of the gangsters."

This... the guests were dumbfounded. When they saw Bolson and others, they really walked away without paying any attention to their intentions. Some smart people hurriedly followed them.

Others thought about it and could only pretend that they had not spoken just now, and followed them in embarrassment.

Da da da da…

Bang bang...

In the corridor, a fierce battle was going on at the moment.
To be continued...