(I said that I would put it in the public and serialize it on the account. Several book friends called me eunuchs. Hey, I originally planned to update it on the public account for free. Anyway, both sides are free, so it would be better to earn some advertising fees there. Since book friends feel unhappy, then continue to update it here. Currently, the first part is written to the second volume. I originally planned to finish the first part here. I feel that this story is quite interesting. I want to expand and write more)

After taking the gun handed over by his subordinates, Tana Temple turned around interestingly, made a gun move, then squatted down and pointed the gun at the crying baby on the ground.

"No, no..."

Lian Zhiluan looked at everything that was about to happen in despair.

"Click."

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened.

The terrorists around immediately turned the gun and saw a man walking out of his room.

In this situation, at this time, does a tourist dare to go out?

I'm afraid I'm not crazy?

Even the Temple of Tana paused its movements by this sudden scene. When he looked up, he saw a Pan Asian young man turning around and looking at them.

Facing the plural terrorist, he still pointed his gun at him. The man had no expression, as if he had not seen these guns, or he did not realize that these guns could take his life by simply pulling the trigger.

This guy was too calm...

Looking at his subordinates and looked at him, the Tana Temple nodded with interesting interest.

The subordinate immediately drew his pistol and aimed at the man.

“Hentikan!”

He shouted, but unfortunately the man opposite did not stop walking. In an instant, the terrorist pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

But something shocking happened.

It seemed as if he had predicted the terrorist's shooting in advance, the man turned his head and avoided the attack instantly.

The terrorist was stunned for a moment, then reacted and pulled the trigger again.

"Bang bang bang..."

After several shots, the man's body could always stagger the direction at the moment of shooting, causing all the shooting to fail.

This undoubtedly shocked everyone. The terrorists holding guns couldn't help but wonder if they had hallucinations?

The man stopped, only one arm away from the gun-holding terrorist, but the terrorist holding the gun was hesitant and surprised and did not dare to pull the trigger again.

“Bajingan!”

The terrorist shouted, threw down his pistol, pulled out the dagger behind him, and waved it to the neck of the man opposite him.

"Dong!"

The violent impact seemed to shock the entire corridor.

The terrorist who waved the dagger, the dagger he swung was gone halfway. Most of his head was pressed against the corridor wall by a hand, and his entire hard head was sunk in, and blood slowly flowed down the wallpaper with a terror.

"Who are you?"

Tana Temple stood up, and the cold smile that had been before disappeared, replaced by caution.

The terrorist who had loosened his palms and the sunken head was weak and had lost his life.

"Chen Ju", standing upright, glanced at the Tana Temple "indifferently" and then walked.

Five terrorists were about to raise their guns to point them at "Chen Ju", but the Tana Temple suddenly said, "Stop."

He asked his subordinates to move aside, held his hands and pinched the bones, staring at "Chen Ju", "It's interesting, I feel that you are very strong, different from ordinary people. You have really not met a real opponent for a long time."

He licked his lips, as if he was extremely excited. He stopped a few meters away from "Chen Ju", tiptoed on the carpet, constantly moving his feet back and forth, his eyes full of bloodthirsty urges.

"Come on, let me give it a try..."

"Click..."

As soon as the words were finished, the terrorists present, Lian Zhiluan and Lian Xi'e were stunned and screamed in fear.

No one saw clearly how fast the pan-Asian man opposite him took action, and only saw a flash of light and shadow. The neck bone of Tana Temple was broken, and his head was hanging from behind, with a perverted excitement on his face as before death.

"Pudong!"

The body that had lost its life slammed heavily on the carpet in the corridor.

The frightened terrorists, after being shocked, raised their guns and fired without hesitation.

But the moment the gun fired was also the end.

Lian Zhiluan and Lian Xi'e saw the afterimage flashing. After overlapping, the five terrorists' necks were twisted abnormally and they all fell to the ground and died.

The terrorists in the corridor opposite were so scared that they lost their minds. They even lost their will to continue attacking and fled like crazy.

Not to mention those cruel terrorists, Lian Xi'e and Lian Zhiluan were also frightened and uneasy. They didn't understand who "Chen Ju" was. Is this still a human?

The thin Poly Peninsula man just now had super strong bare hands fighting ability. Lian Zhiluan could not walk a few moves like playing tricks in his hands, but was defeated by the man in front of him with one move... No, it was an unheard of killing method.

What's even more terrifying is that the opponent killed five terrorists who fired guns in a row in an empty hand. Why can't he even shoot a bullet?

Seeing that the remaining terrorists fled in panic, the Pan-Asian man did not pursue him, but looked down at Lian Zhiluan and Lian Xi'e on the ground.

...

"Chinese and English, that is to say, these three requirements are they put forward?"

“Yes, host.”

On the upper floor of the cruise ship, Zhang Hanying is having an online conversation with Tazhou Island TV.

Because the on-site equipment is insufficient and the bandwidth is not enough, the video broadcast can be broadcast directly, so I can only conduct online conversations through audio live broadcast. However, the content she just photographed has been uploaded back. At this moment, the video footage interviewed by Zhang Hanying is repeatedly played on the live TV of Tazhou Island TV Station.

The New Year Square in Xiangzhang District, Tazhou Island was filled with dark crowds, and the people who came and went stopped and looked up at the continuous live broadcast of the electronic screen hanging on the building.

Not only in the Xiangzhang District of the island, but also in the entire homes of the island, the TV set had already been turned on. Countless people sat next to the TV and listened to the online conversation in tremblingly.

All over the world, I was also shocked by this news. A top ten cruise ship in the world was actually hijacked by terrorists and threatened the island government with the lives of more than 8,000 tourists and crew members on the ship.

It is impossible for such news to be on the headlines.

News reporters stationed in the island of Tazhou were crazy and wanted to find all possible news. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the island of Tazhou was even more blew up. In addition to reporters from various countries, governments and ambassadors from various countries, inquire about the calls, many families of tourists also asked about the phone number.

Not to mention the troubled government of the island, Zhang Hanying, who is now the only one who stays on the Saint-Jorge cruise ship and has obtained the consent of the terrorists, is the only communication channel in the outside world.

Everyone is concerned about this online conversation.

"So Chinese and English, how many citizens of the island of Tazhou are left on the ship now? Can there be specific numbers?"
Chapter completed!