There was something wrong with the atmosphere. When people asked, they had completely forgotten their situation. It was clear that the robbers hadn't left yet, and they started to flatter each other.
Why did the vaginal fluid leak out just now? If you pour a glass of champagne, it means the wine has been spilled.
Why did you hide behind your female companion for safety just now? It was to protect your female companion's back.
Everyone has returned to their aloof demeanor.
The consul was surrounded by people who began to flatter him.
This is a rare opportunity to express yourself in front of the consul.
When the mood of the guests began to stabilize, Bolson already knew what to do when he received the reminder, and immediately asked everyone loudly if there was any way to contact the police downstairs.
As soon as this question came out, someone came over to express themselves.
A fat man in his thirties had a flattering smile on his face, holding a walkie-talkie with a long antenna in his hand, and trotted up to greet him:
"Mr. Consul, the gangster's walkie-talkie was left here!"
"The gangsters used this to negotiate terms with the police outside. I also heard some gangsters say that the walkie-talkie was connected to the police channel!"
"Oh? Okay, very good."
Bolson was overjoyed and immediately took the walkie-talkie and tried to play with it and shouted:
"Hey! Hey!"
"I am the temporary commander of this incident. I have reported your request and the superiors are discussing it!" A response came immediately from the other side.
The meaning behind the words was that Bolson was obviously regarded as a doctor.
Because the sound coming from the walkie-talkie was very loud, many people present could hear it clearly.
Everyone was overjoyed and smiled at each other, thinking that it was almost safe. They had contacted the police and rescue would be on the way.
"I am British Consul Bolson, are you the commander? Why haven't you sent people to invade the hotel? Are you wasting taxpayers' money like this!"
Bolson looked proud, his words became high-pitched, and he regained his former high-ranking official temperament.
"Consul Bolson?"
There was a fat commander on the other side of the intercom. Hearing these words, he was suddenly confused:
There are gangsters on the opposite side. Why did he suddenly become a consul? Could something have happened?
Puzzled, the fat commander said carefully:
"You said you are Mr. Consul, what evidence do you have?"
"evidence?"
Borson was a little confused. He almost cursed you, Amu, but he said, "It's okay if these police don't do anything. If you identify yourself, you still have to produce evidence."
When the guests heard this, their expressions became ugly, especially Huo Jingliang, who stood next to Bolson and shouted loudly:
"I'm Huo Jingliang, who are you? Put me through the call of Superintendent Liu of Central immediately, and I'll talk to him!"
If someone else had shouted like this, Bolson would have been angry.
However, he had been "stuck together" with Huo Jingliang tonight, and was questioned by the temporary commander outside, so he did not blame Huo Jingliang at all.
What's more, because of Huo Jingliang's words, Bolson immediately reacted and shouted:
"I am Bolson. I don't need any evidence. You immediately wire the call to the police commissioner. He is familiar with my voice."
As he spoke, Bolson walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down and said:
"Also, I'm standing at the window now!"
"Well……!"
The fat commander heard the powerful scolding on the other side of the intercom, and he actually believed it in his heart. However, for the sake of safety, he immediately asked his deputy to report the matter to his superiors, took out a telescope, and started to look at the top floor of the Cointreau Hotel.
"What a consul!"
With just one glance, the fat commander recognized that the person standing at the window was indeed the big boss who often appeared on TV news, the British Consul Borson.
Feeling surprised and suspicious at the same time, after the fat commander recognized the person, he didn't dare to wait any longer. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said hurriedly:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Consul, I have confirmed your identity now. Please forgive me for being unreasonable. I am also afraid of being deceived by gangsters."
"God bless you and you'll be fine!"
"I wonder how you escaped the gangsters' control? Where are the gangsters now?"
When Bolson heard this, he immediately became excited and talked eloquently:
"I was never caught by the gangsters from beginning to end. Under my wise command, Stanley Correctional Director Lei Yaoyang and I, together with Huo Jingliang, Mr. Ding Shanben, Miss Le Huizhen, and my wife, personally killed the gangsters.
More than twenty people."
"Now that the top floor has been captured by us, I have full control. The gangsters are running away in panic, but you, the police, are still having afternoon tea!"
"Now let me ask you, when will the police take action? What will you, the commander, do? Do you want us citizens to deal with the gangsters ourselves?"
Ahem...
When Ding Shanben next to him heard Bolson's words, his face instantly turned red and he coughed repeatedly.
A group of them were all rescued, and could even be called "oil bottles". When they arrived in Bolson, they became heroic warriors, killed countless gangsters with their own hands, and captured the top floor!
Huo Jingliang had an expression of "That's it". He kept holding the Black Star in his hand and looked around at the many guests, feeling high-spirited.
Among the crowd, Le Huizhen also smiled brightly, which was in sharp contrast to the guests who were either frowning or were so stimulated by Bolson's words that they couldn't react.
On the other side of the intercom, in the command car, the fat commander and five or six senior police officers were completely dumbfounded, and the atmosphere fell into dead silence for a while.
What the hell?
The consul was not caught by the gangsters at all. After escaping, he personally fought back and now he has captured the top floor?
Stanley Correctional Officer Lui Yaoyang, who is this?
Are you listening to Mr. Consul and killing bandits together under his leadership? Are you sure this is true news?
Didn’t Mr. Consul talk nonsense after being stimulated?
"Sir, what should we do?"
A senior executive was the first to react. Looking at the fat commander, he didn't know how to accept this information, so he blurted out a silly question.
"Let the Flying Tigers prepare and attack immediately to save people!"
The fat commander was stunned and immediately made arrangements.
Regardless of whether what Mr. Consul said is true, the people still need to be saved. Since the hostages are now out of danger, we can attack by force.
"yes, sir!"
A deputy agreed and quickly got out of the car to make arrangements.
"By the way, call Stanley immediately and ask if there is such a person as Director of Correctional Services Lei!"
The fat commander rubbed his sore forehead, called a deputy and gave instructions.
"yes, sir!"
Another deputy agreed and quickly dialed the number, which was directed to the Department of Corrections.
The fat commander felt temporarily relieved at this time. He picked up the walkie-talkie and started talking to Bolson again:
"Mr. Consul, we will attack immediately. Please find a safe place and wait for rescue!"
"Hmph! We are safe now. As I said, I have full control of the top floor."
Bolson was very dissatisfied with the police's rescue. His words were rude and disdainful. The fat commander was seven or eight steps lower than the British consul. He dared not talk back to others, so he could only pretend that he had not heard.
Get off the command vehicle and personally direct the Flying Tigers' attack. This chapter has been completed!