"Okay, thank you, I will definitely go there then." Masao Kata's face remained unchanged with a flat smile, and he took a fifty yuan bill and handed it over as a tip.
At this moment, just as the waiter at the door reached out to take the banknotes, his middle finger and index finger suddenly moved, and he directly sandwiched one between his two fingers. It shone with a cold light under the bright lights of the aisle.
The thin needle met the other person's outstretched hand.
At this time, Masao Katada also had a sneer on his face. He stretched out his hand to the side to avoid the opponent's thin needle. Then he grabbed the opponent's wrist with a grappling hand and squeezed it hard with a smile. Suddenly, he heard
There was a "click" sound of bones breaking, and the waiter's face showed a painful expression and the thin needle in his hand fell to the ground.
Masao Banda pulled the "waiter" outside the door into the room and stood in front of him, pointed the pistol at his head and shouted: "Don't mess around, I have a hostage in my hand!"
Before Masao Katada finished speaking, several national security agents rushed in from the door with pistols in their hands. One of the leading men saw that one of his own was being held hostage in the hands of the other party, and he hurriedly shouted: "I have something to say."
, don’t mess around!”
"Get out, tell all your people to get out, or I will kill them and take them hostage!" Masao Kata shouted at the National Security Bureau agents in the room who were pointing their pistols at him.
Perhaps because he knew that he had reached the end of his life, Masao Katada seemed very emotional at this time.
The calmness he had just now disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the veins on his forehead popped out one by one due to being too nervous and excited, making his already gloomy face suddenly look even more terrifying.
"Luckily, you are still an elite agent of Japan's Special High-Tech Intelligence Division. You should know the rules of our profession. Taking hostages is meaningless." Compared with Masao Kaeda's current crazy state, the man who was kidnapped by him and held a pistol to his head
On the contrary, the hostage seemed very relaxed, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.
La then smiled and said: "You'd better surrender immediately, otherwise you will definitely have your head beaten in three minutes to meet your Amaterasu!"
Masao Katada yelled crazily at the hostage in his hand: "Shut up! If I surrender, I will not die in the end. Instead of being tortured to death by you executioners, it would be better to be shot in the head directly."
The pleasure.”
At this time, in an Ivic command car downstairs of the hotel, Ren Xiaoyao drank a cup of coffee, glanced at Xu Wenbin next to him, who looked a little ashen, and joked: "It seems like this Yang Zirong...
The good show of outsmarting Weihu Mountain will no longer go on!"
Xu Wenbin next to him ignored Ren Xiaoyao who was gloating about his misfortune. He picked up the walkie-talkie and gave instructions to the sniper lurking in the residential building opposite the hotel: "The first entrapment plan failed. Now we adopt the second plan. The sniper will do well."
Be prepared to shoot and kill the target directly as long as the time is right, without worrying about the safety of the hostages in the target's hands."
Opposite the hotel, in a temporarily requisitioned residential building, Cheng Guo, a special shooter of the National Security Bureau, lay quietly in the best blocking position.
At this moment, he was holding his beloved gun that had been with him for many years, and the faint smell of gun oil floating in the air made him feel a special kind of tranquility before the war.
As a veteran sniper who has killed 61 targets, he has learned how to adjust his mentality to keep himself in the best state, waiting for the moment when he shoots the target's head.
arrival.
"The first entrapment plan failed. Now the second plan is adopted. The sniper is ready and can shoot and kill the target directly as long as the time is right. There is no need to worry about the safety of the hostages in the target's hands." The superior came from the walkie-talkie next to him.
The order to kill.
Thinking that he would soon be able to enjoy the wonderful scene of red blood and white brains splashing everywhere again, Cheng Guo couldn't help but show a look of excitement on his face.
The sniper rifle had already been adjusted to the best mechanical condition in previous missions. Cheng Guo gently leaned his head on the cold steel, using the biting cold to keep his mind clear, and gradually locked on the target through the high-power sight.
However, he was not in a hurry to shoot at this time. If possible, he still wanted to save the lives of his comrades.
Because he understands that the one-twentieth of a second it takes for a bullet to fly through the air and hit the target's head is enough time for an excellent agent to make a conditioned reflex action and pull the trigger of the pistol to hit his own hand.
Hostage's head.
Thirty seconds passed, and one minute passed. Just when Cheng Guo was about to give up his comrades and blow the target's head to complete the task, the target suddenly seemed to trip on something, and the muzzle of the gun that was close to the comrade's head also moved slightly upward.
It's tilted up a little.
Although the cocking time is less than one second, for a special shooter, one second is enough time for him to fire two shots at the target.
Cheng Guo seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger without hesitation. With the sound of a gunshot, almost at the same time as the gunshot, he clearly saw something exciting in the scope that made him tremble with excitement.
In the picture, a special bullet from a large-caliber sniper rifle accurately shot into the target's head.
Immediately, the target's head exploded like a watermelon hitting the ground from high altitude, with red flesh and white brains splashing everywhere on the white walls of the room, painting a wonderful picture, making his face flush with excitement.
The heart also began to beat faster and faster.
Ren Xiaoyao was sitting in the command car, watching the picture on the LCD screen in front of him finally freeze on the scene of Masao Katada's head being blown apart, blood, flesh and brains flying everywhere. Ren Xiaoyao suddenly felt his stomach churn, a kind of
The strong desire to vomit hit his nerves, and he quickly used the Dragon Roar Jue to calm his mind.
On the other hand, Xu Wenbin next to him opened his eyes wide and gleaming, his face was full of excitement, as if he was in high spirits, which made Ren Xiaoyao shake his head.
I sighed to myself, no wonder there are so many bloodthirsty murderers in this world. It turns out that blood is such an exciting thing for people like them whose hands are covered with blood.
Ren Xiaoyao looked at the moon in the sky and thought depressedly: "It seems that I will have insomnia tonight!"
After breakfast the next day, Ren Xiaoyao led Zhuang Hu, who was carrying a large suitcase, into the Saber's lair again - the Extreme Shock Disco.
Looking at Ren Xiaoyao who was walking in front and yawning non-stop, Zhuang Hu, who was following behind, couldn't help but wonder where Xu Wenbin took his boss last night to make the young and strong boss so tired.