Lu Han couldn't stand still.

In fact, Lu Han didn't really want to care about this matter from the bottom of his heart.

After all, this thing is so strange. It seems like an ordinary robbery, but it involves a lot of desperadoes!

Suicide robbery? How could this terrorist attack originating from the Middle East happen in China? And... why are Thais mixed with Afghans? All of this is so weird.

Ignoring the sniper lying on the ground, he quickly walked towards the window, from where he could see the jewelry store, but the ceiling was covered with a dark rubber cover, so he couldn't see anything.

Now it seems that their purpose is not to steal wealth, but to take hostages!

Looking down, he exhaled heavily. He wanted to leave, it was just a thought.

But is this okay?

Although he has been expelled from the military and received the most severe punishment, facing such a situation, he really can't pretend that nothing happened. He is a soldier, or once was a soldier. Although his military status is no longer there,

But the quality of a soldier is still there, so he can't do it if he can watch someone die in front of him!

Finally, he sighed heavily, put all these thoughts aside, quickly untied the rope from the cargo next to him, and then tied the sniper who was unconscious on the ground tightly. He moved quickly and took less than half a minute.

After doing this, Lu Han touched his body again, looking for any light weapons. Finally, he found a dagger on his ankle. He felt happy and quickly stuffed it into his cuffs.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his cell phone and called the police.

A cold and blunt voice came from the receiver: "Hello, Dongdu City Police Station reception desk."

Lu Han quickly said: "Several gangsters robbed the Zhou Dasheng Jewelry Store on the sixth floor of Yinfu Shopping Center in the New District. The number of hostages is unknown. The weapons known are German MSG90 sniper rifles. The snipers are hiding on the eighth floor and have been subdued!"

Seeing what Lu Han said so skillfully, the female police officer at the reception desk was startled. At first she thought it was someone playing a prank, but she didn't dare to ignore it, so she asked tentatively: "Are you a police officer?"

"Beep---" A busy tone appeared in the receiver. The female police officer at the reception desk thought about it again and again. This was not a trivial matter, so she immediately contacted the Criminal Police Brigade...

Staring at the jewelry store below, Lu Han's breathing gradually stabilized, he frowned, his eyes showed a cruel look, and he moved his arms randomly, and a crackling sound of bones exploded like firecrackers. At this moment, all the functions of his body

He has reached an unprecedented balance. At this time, he still looks like the lazy ruffian he usually is. This sudden kidnapping incident has brought him back to the bloody years of fighting, where he was licking blood on the edge of a knife.

"Lu Han, number 51318, the 692nd mission, starting now."

After muttering something, Lu Han's eyes suddenly shrank, his legs turned like turbines, and he rushed downstairs. The speed would definitely put those Olympic 100-meter champions to shame.

It is obviously unrealistic to wait for the police to come to rescue. Who knows if those terrorists will suddenly become upset and kill a few hostages for fun. If that happens, I, the leading special forces soldier, will be completely embarrassed, watching helplessly as my compatriots are being killed.

, he can't do it.

After going down to the fifth floor, Lu Han quickly walked to the door of the jewelry store and pushed it gently. The door didn't move at all. It seemed that it was locked from the inside.

From inside, there would be calls for mercy from time to time, very low, and the curses in broken Chinese were like hammering, breaking Lu Han's heart.

"Fuck you, if you say anything again I will kill you right now!!" It was the Afghan who spoke. Then, there was a sound of pulling the bolt of a gun. It was extremely harsh. The begging for mercy was changed to a scream, suppressed from the throat.

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"Chirp!"

A muffled sound of bullets being fired from the silencer suddenly sounded, and there was no sound in the room. After a few seconds, the pitiful sobs of several women were heard, which was very depressing.

Lu Han was shocked.

This bastard actually shot directly without any hesitation. He was definitely a desperado with such ruthlessness! The muscles in his whole body couldn't help but tense up, trying hard to control the urge to rush in and kill.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Han suppressed the anger in his heart. He was bold as a skilled man. He suddenly reached out and knocked on the glass door violently, shouting: "Why should you close the door in broad daylight? Open the door! I'm in a hurry to buy a necklace for my wife."

Come on, open the door quickly!"

The air froze in an instant, and Lu Han could feel that after he finished speaking, all the movement in the room disappeared, and there was a deathly silence, and there was no more crying.

His heart was also in his throat. In fact, he was betting that these people would not dare to ignore him.

"Open the door! I know there is someone inside. If you don't open the door, I will go downstairs to complain!" Lu Han was still making a loud noise, even louder than before. At the same time, his sensitive hearing was always paying attention to the disturbance inside.

After about ten seconds, someone finally moved inside, and they were two people. Their footsteps were light and heavy. It seemed that one of them was the robber.

Lu Han quickly lit a cigarette, not because he was nervous, but because he tried to look as natural as possible.

The door rang, and every sound made Lu Han's heart beat violently. He quickly took a long puff of cigarette. Under the pungent smoke, his tense mood was slightly relieved.

The door finally opened, but it was just a gap. A crying woman, who must be the clerk here, was leaning sideways.

"Sorry sir, we are closed today. Please come back another day."

The woman's expression was very unnatural, and there were traces of pleading and fear in her eyes. Needless to say, someone must be aiming a gun at her.

However, Lu Han completely pretended not to see it, took a puff of cigarette carelessly, and cursed: "Fuck, why should I close the door in broad daylight? It's okay! I'll just buy a necklace with my girlfriend, soon!" After that,

Without waiting for the woman to react, he squeezed his body and quickly entered the store.

When I first entered, I first saw a pool of red blood on the ground. A man was shot in the head and died immediately. Red, white and filthy things were everywhere on the ground.

There were a total of nine hostages, three clerks and six customers. At this moment, they were all looking at me in horror, fear and especially helplessness.

Just as he was trying to find traces of the Afghan gangsters, suddenly, a black gun tip was pressed against his temple. This was Lu Han's most annoying form of threat. His temples were naturally extremely sensitive, and they usually felt itchy and uncomfortable at the slightest disturbance.

Being held against a gun now, you can imagine how bad it feels.

Resisting the idea of ​​using a tiger-arm grapple to knock down the gangster, Lu Han pretended to be panicked, his legs went limp and he lay on the ground, trembling violently all over, begging for mercy.

"Please... please, please... please don't kill me, I... please..." Lu Han's acting skills are absolutely top-notch, with his miserable expression, pitiful cry, and trembling legs that were so frightened,

All of which give people reason to believe that he is a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

"Fuck!" The Afghan hit Lu Han's back with the butt of his rifle. His neck bones hurt, and he hurriedly lay down. He understood that the gangsters were emotionally unstable now and must not easily anger them.

After hitting it hard twice, and seeing that Lu Han was trembling and trembling without making any movement, the Afghan exhaled a breath of evil breath and spat in broken English: "Useless ***!"

Anger surged through Lu Han's chest again. As a soldier, he has a particularly strong sense of loyalty to his motherland. Even if he was expelled from the military, he has never changed it. But now, being scolded in front of someone, it is naturally difficult to calm down his anger.

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Damn it! It’s useless to dare to scold the Chinese. You’ll be the first one to get the surgery later!

Lu Han was kicked twice by the Afghan again. He curled up and was tremblingly helped to the wall by the clerk just now. Lu Han nodded gratefully to her, and then looked at every room in the room carefully.

A corner.

There are three gangsters in total. The Afghan is holding an AUG assault rifle. This gun is produced in Austria and is very powerful. It is suitable for medium and long-range sniping. The other two gangsters are holding an M16A1 rifle and a G36 rifle respectively. Their firepower is huge.

So powerful!

Lu Han suddenly felt that it was too reckless to only hold a small dagger. Compared with the opponent's firepower, he was like a child. He could be killed with just one shot. The reason was that he was just a commoner now.

Even wanting to get a Type 67 pistol has become a luxury.

The smell of blood that filled the air was nauseating. The body of the man in front was hideous and terrifying. The unwillingness in his eyes seemed to be crying to everyone. The whole room was filled with depression and compassion, just like a Jewish concentration camp. Everyone was dying.

Waiting helplessly amid the threats.

Licking his chapped and bitter lips, he discovered that the six women among the hostages were basically ladies and nobles. They were usually aloof. They had never experienced such a life-and-death threat. Two women had been frightened and fell unconscious.

The corner was motionless. On the contrary, the clerk who just opened the door for him was very brave and was still comforting other frightened customers. Lu Han cast a reassuring look at her and then looked around.

Just one meter away, there was a bloody corpse with a gunshot wound to the head. White liquid spurted onto the ground. The scene was so bloody that it was outrageous.

At this time, the three gangsters gathered together and argued loudly in Thai. Lu Han hurriedly put away his mind and listened carefully.

"Damn it, I told you not to do anything here, but you didn't listen. How can you get out now??" The speaker was a burly man with very fair skin. He looked a bit like a Russian.

He has a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and his broken English has a strong Russian accent.

"Keep your voice down!!" The man holding the M16A1 rifle was a lean man from Thailand. He looked very much like someone from an African refugee camp, but the evil spirit flashing in his eyes was particularly terrifying.

The Thai thought for a while and said: "If it doesn't work, let's kill all these people."

The Afghan looked to be in his forties or fifties, with a white turban on his head and gray beard. He looked quite kind, but his eyes were full of fierceness. After hearing the quarrel between the two, he quickly

He frowned tightly and seemed to be in a bad mood.

"If you want to do it, hurry up." After hesitating, he expressed his thoughts.

Lu Han's mind was racing. Damn, he actually talked about murder in such an understatement and was so ruthless. He must be a habitual criminal.

But what puzzled him the most was that the three gangsters came from three countries, Afghanistan, Russia, and Thailand. How could they be organized? What kind of organization could they be?

Suddenly, the sound of neat and sporadic footsteps sounded outside, accompanied by the harsh sounds of various firearms. Lu Han felt happy!
Chapter completed!