Chapter 152 Return to the Tiger's Den

Chapter 152 [Return to the Tiger's Den] The Torch Building is not the tallest building in Luoshanji City, but there is no doubt that it is the most personalized building in the high-rise buildings in Luoshanji City. The torch-shaped shape at the top is undoubtedly very distinctive.

In particular, if you don't stand on the ground and look up at it, but usually on another building, you can fully feel the characteristics of the architectural shape of this building.

At this moment, Hansen and I are standing on another high-rise building about 500 meters away from the Torch Building, quietly looking at the Torch Building in the distance on the 70th floor.

This building stands about 500 meters away from the Torch Building, in the shape of a twin shape similar to the World Trade Center in Manhattan, New York.

In the middle of the two buildings up to 79 floors, there is also a horizontal corridor connected.

According to Hansen, this is the nearest high-rise building to the Torch Building, and of all the high-rise buildings around it, only has a helipad on the top of the building.

At the same time, it has the best perspective on the Torch Building.

At this moment, the building is almost full of media reporters from various TV stations around the world from above the 65th floor. I don't know how many cameras are facing the opposite Torch Building on these floors.

Of course, such a good terrain.

Of course, it is impossible for the police to let it go.

The two twin-shaped buildings in this building, one of which has several floors that have been completely requisitioned by the police. I don't know how many snipers have been on standby in the best position.

On the helipad on the roof, there are helicopters from several media TV stations and police helicopters.

Anyway, there are two buildings, which are also temporarily divided into one for the police and one for the media.

In this regard, the United States is still very open, but this kind of thing is free to be interviewed and reported by the media.

Hansen and I have a huge travel bag under our feet, which contains a lot of firearms and equipment.

roughly checked the time.

Then Hansen took out two walkie-talkies. He took them in his hand and debugged them. He took out something like a miniature asterisk collector from the bag and debugged them on the ground.

Then his eyes lit up and he said, "Hey, look at what we heard..." He gently adjusted the sound in the headphones.

Play with the micro signal collector at the same time.

introduced: "This is an eavesdropping device. Within a radius of 100 meters, anyone who uses a walkie-talkie can cut into their signal channel... It can also effectively block and disturb them.

This is a non-civilian product.

As he spoke, he frowned and listened carefully, and said, "Okay...yes...um..." I know.

He must have heard something.

Sure enough.

After putting down his headphones, Hansen looked at me and said, "The latest news, our plan may have changed.

You see, the police just agreed to the conditions of the terrorists inside.

expressed his willingness to send media video reporters into the building to conduct on-site interviews with terrorists... Twenty minutes later, a TV station will send video reporters to take a helicopter from the top floor of the building to the Torch Building.

The plane will stop on the top floor of the Torch Building..." I narrowed my eyes: "You mean..." Hansen said lightly, "I mean, we may be able to act in two ways.

I still stay here.

Jump directly from here to the 60th floor of the Torch Building.

And you find a way to get to the roof. No matter what measures you take, whether you sneak in, or your confidant uses violent means, in short, you can take the helicopter and land on the top floor of the Torch Building.

I nodded immediately. The two of us checked the watch, and then agreed on a time to do it.

I picked up the big canvas bag under my feet, walked out of the room, and went all the way up the fire passage.

The top floor of this building has been requisitioned by the media, and the media staff will not allow me to take the elevator directly to the top floor.

I climbed from the fire stairs to the lower floor of the top floor in one breath, and then flashed into the building from the fire exit door.

This floor is also full of people from the media! Originally, this was probably an idle office building, but at this moment, all the rooms are full of journalists from various media.

This place is arranged as one reporting room after another.

All black, white and yellow people are there.

Countless people with the world's well-known media badges hanging on their chests walk back and forth on this floor.

No one paid attention to me.

I observed that the only problem is that it is probably the result of compromise.

The helipad on the roof of this building has been monopolized by the three largest media.

Only these three media personnel can pass through the only access to the rooftop of the building.

These three media are: CNN, NOC, and a local TV station in Los Angeles.

And which channel has the handles of these three media staff, without work badges, is absolutely not allowed to enter.

I walked back and forth on this floor. The people here were very busy. Many staff carried all kinds of utensils running back and forth. Facing the room on the other side of the Torch Building, there were countless cannon-like cameras and cameras, and all the lenses were facing the Torch Building.

And countless rooms have been turned into live broadcast rooms, and a lot of media reporting instruments are piled up.

I even saw many famous ace reporters from the media on the scene.

Finally, my patience has paid off.

I heard a man shouting, "Jack, go and bring me that roll!" I'm about to get on the plane! Damn it, you stupid guy, if you are distracted again, I will just fire you! Now, go and get the cable back quickly! Then send it to the rooftop!!" I followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man in a shirt who was scolding a fat man.

What surprised me was that both of them were wearing badges, which marked the local TV station! It is also one of the three media that have the right to use the rooftop helicopter! I immediately followed the fat man quietly.

The fat man was probably very unhappy when he was reprimanded. He muttered and cursed all the way. Then when he walked into a room that was used as a temporary warehouse, I took a look around and immediately flashed in.

There was no one in the room. The fat man was facing me, looking for something in a lot of cables. Then he picked up a roll of cables and turned around and stared at me: "Hey! Who are you! This is the place that belongs to Luoshanji TV Station... You..." There is no follow-up. Before he finished speaking, I cut his palm on the neck and knocked him unconscious.

Then I began to strip him of his work clothes.

This guy is very fat. His work clothes are really a little big on me, but it's okay.

I also took off his badge and hung it on my chest, and then I deliberately found a baseball cap to put it on my head and lowered the brim a little.

In this way, when I nod slightly, others can't see my face clearly.

I carried the cable found by the fat man in one hand and my own canvas bag in the other.

He quickly walked out of the warehouse and strode towards the passage to the rooftop.

The guard passage is a joint member of three media with the right to use the roof helipad.

I went through the gate unimpeded.

After all, it's just the security of the media organization, and it won't be too tight.

And now there are so many media people in the building, and they can't know everyone.

The roof of the building is very windy, and this apron is enough to stop two large helicopters at the same time.

At this moment, I saw that only one helicopter was parked on the tarmac. This is a helicopter with the logo of the local Los Angeles TV station.

I immediately understood why a small local TV station could share the helipad on the roof with two media giants... Because whether it's CNN or NBC, it's not local after all.

And the local TV station is a local snake! And even the helicopter is theirs. No wonder they can share the right to use the rooftop on an equal footing with the two giants.

The roof is full of people from three media.

As soon as I walked a few steps with a circle of cables and canvas bags, I saw a man with a badge coming to look at me. He saw the cable in my hand, and then shouted, "Oh, my God, your cable has finally arrived!" Hurry up, you, what about you? Hurry up and send the things to the plane!! Damn it, I really don't know how your TV station people work!" I quickly pretended to listen to his instructions and trotted all the way to the side of the helicopter. The helicopter was empty, and the cabin was divided into three rows. Naturally, the first row was the position of the copter and the co-pilot.

The seats in the second row are opposite to each other.

The space is also facing the door of the cabin.

The third row is at the end. The space is slightly narrower, and there are some cables and tools piled up in it. After I got into the cabin, I immediately gently pulled the seat in the third row and pulled it up. The seat was empty under the seat. Although it was very narrow, it was almost just enough to accommodate it. Na was hiding underneath with his whole body huddled.

I was about to get in when I heard a sudden voice behind me: "Hey, you!" When I looked back, I saw a man with a CNN badge coming over. The man glanced at the badge on my chest and immediately showed a disdainful look. He threw a bag in his hand to me and said, "Get rid of these things. Damn it, your movements are so slow. Hurry up! Phil is about to put on his makeup!" After saying that, the man left on his own.

I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got under the seats in the third row.

There is still a smell of oil in the cabin.

I leaned down and lay down, and there were a lot of tools and cables piled up beside me.

Then, about five minutes later, I saw a lot of people getting into the cabin from under the last seat.

At first, it was the pilot and the co-pilot, and then several media personnel. One of them sat in the seat in front of me. From the position on the ground where I was lying, I happened to see a pair of slender, straight, delicate women's calves in the front row, wearing a pair of high heels, and her legs standing side Hearing the media people in the cabin talking about something, these people were probably a little nervous.

After all, it is to interview some vicious terrorists on the spot.

Then I heard the voice of a very beautiful woman: "Hey, guys, don't worry so much... Just think of it as a normal interview.

Those terrorists are also human beings. Even if they are bad, they are not necessarily more terrible than the hostage-taking incident in the Russian theater.

Immediately, these people were silent for a while, and soon someone laughed and said, "Yes, Phil is right. Last time at the Russian Theatre, we could all go in and have a live interview with those terrorists. There should be no problem this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone made fun of him, "Aha, Luke, you sound good.

Last time, you were so scared that you almost peed your pants, and even the camera was unsteady.

The helicopter flew in mid-air, and under the huge roar of the propeller, these people talked loudly, and soon I felt that their voices suddenly quieted down.

With the shock of the fuselage... I know it in my heart.

The plane landed! I returned to the top floor of the Torch Building! The propeller gradually stopped, and after the roar stopped, the people in the cabin also stopped talking.

Then, I saw someone standing at the door on both sides of the hatch. One of them shouted, "Come down! Everyone!" I heard the sound of pulling the bolt.

And the voice of the voice.

is also a little familiar. After thinking about it, it seems to be Jack, the leader of the three white people.

Unlike Ramucci, Ramucci is a terrorist.

And this Jack is the real "bandit".

"Hey.

Don't be nervous. We are all journalists and have no weapons in our hands.

Please relax.

We will work together."

It's still the woman's voice called Fieldy, and her voice is really confident.

With a sense of calmness... At this point, it is very close to Yang Wei's temperament.

When I thought of Yang Wei, I suddenly felt hot in my heart and couldn't help touching something I put in the intimate place of my coat pocket... It was a tube of asthmatic respirator, Yang Wei's medicine, which was given to me by Hansen.

Both of us have Yang Wei's medicine. No matter who finds Yang Wei first, we can save her immediately! The people in the front row began to get off the plane.

This is the most dangerous time for me! Because the third row where I hide is the place where they interview live broadcast equipment.

I saw a pair of hands stretched out from the front row and moved out the roll of cable, camera, and all kinds of things that were originally covered in front of me... Fortunately, I'm still hiding under the seat at this moment, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be exposed immediately! While I was nervous, suddenly, I heard the Phil oh, bang, and a microphone fell in front of me! Then, a pair of very slender hands stretched out, and then I saw a woman bent down to pick up the microphone... Then, I saw a woman's face, white, blonde, about thirty years old, very beautiful... In this second, she saw me, I looked at her! Both of us stared at each other... This was a very strange moment, just when I had sighed despair in my heart... I almost planned to rush out on the spot and fight directly, maybe there was a glimmer of hope... However, then, completely beyond my expectation, this woman's eyes just flashed an extreme. After being surprised, her face immediately returned to normal! There was no scream and exclamation as I expected.

She even just stood up calmly, and then I heard her steady voice and said, "Okay, let's go in and work."

What even makes me very grateful is that she pretended to do the same thing and helped me close the door of the cabin! Bang!! As the cabin door closed, the cabin fell into silence again.

The flight engineers of the helicopter in front of them are no more in the cabin.

Instead, he got off the plane a long time ago and was ordered by Jack's men guarding the rooftop to guard the corner of the rooftop.

I was relieved. My forehead was already full of sweat, and I was also sweaty behind me.

I moved out of the seat little by little, but I didn't dare to straighten up and lay on the ground of the cabin.

Then I pulled my canvas bag out of it.

I quietly poked out a little bit of my head, revealing only a pair of eyes above the glass window of the cabin and looking out.

There are only three people on the rooftop, that is, Jack and her two men.

The reporter named Phil and others have walked to the entrance and exit of the rooftop, in which Lamucci's people took them in with guns.

Then the iron door of the entrance and exit passage of the rooftop was closed.

On my left, two slings were ordered to sit on the side of the floor near the vents of a huge building in the middle. Two white bandits stood three or four meters away from them with guns and patrolled around.

And that Jack leaned boredly against the iron door of the entrance and exit. He held a gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other. From his expression, he seemed to be very gloomy.

I began to feel a little embarrassed.

Because the position where these three people stand is not good for me! The Jack stood on the left side of the helicopter, while his two men stood on the right side of the helicopter.

These three people are distributed on both sides of me, no matter which side I start from.

It is bound to encounter a state of two-sided attack... And my plan, I don't want to make too much noise so quickly! I took a deep breath, my mind turned quickly, and finally gritted my teeth. I unzipped the zipper of my canvas bag and took out a grenade from it.

Then gently.

Try to open the door of the cabin as carefully as possible... facing the side of the two gangsters and two scribes.

I stared at them. While the eyes of the two bandits were turning around and didn't look at me, I quickly threw a grenade in my hand against the ground and threw it at them... The grenade rolled rapidly on the ground, and the two bandits were careful. Watch around with wings.

Suddenly I heard the sound of the ground... Then it was under their frightened eyes.

I saw that a grenade had rolled in front of them... "The grenade!!!" With an exclamation, the two bandits ran towards both sides almost at the same time and rushed to the ground at the same time! At the same time, Jack, who was leaning against the entrance, also reacted quickly! He threw away the cigarette in his hand and rushed over with a gun! I was as early as when two bandits pounced on the ground.

He quickly opened the door of the cabin and jumped off the plane, and then quickly circled from the side of the aircraft head... The two bandits lying on the ground behind him immediately saw me! One of them shouted, "There is someone on the plane!" I rushed to Jack's side by this time, and I rushed to him.

He pressed him on the ground at once! The two of us rolled on the ground and fought a few times... It was worthy of being an extremely fierce guy wanted by more than a dozen states in the United States. This guy was immediately very big.

He is also very neat.

Best, I punched him under his armpit fiercely. Jack snorted bitterly, and my muzzle was already on his forehead.

"Don't move! Jack, or I'll blow your head!" I said coldly.

Jack immediately gave up the struggle, but he wisely chose to give up resistance.

"Stand up slowly and move slowly!" My muzzle was against his forehead, and then the two of us stood up together, and I immediately pushed Jack in front of me.

The two Jack's men had already reacted. Their first reaction was not to rush over, but to the side of the two helicopter pilots, and put their guns against the heads of the two helicopter pilots.

Jack was relieved. He sneered twice: "Hey, boy, who are you? Is it the police? Or an agent? Now I have two hostages in my hand! You'd better put me down first! Otherwise... you won't watch the hostage being killed in front of your eyes!" I laughed colder and said without hesitation, "What the hell are you talking about! Let your men shoot as they want! I don't care about other people's lives.

Jack, you're wrong. I'm not a policeman or agent! Boy, if you have the courage, shoot. Let's shoot together. Do you dare?" ..." Jack was scared by me. He didn't say anything.

I was even more powerful, and then shouted, "Come on! Aren't you fierce? Come on, boy! I'll count three, let's shoot together!! I can blow your head with one shot!! Come on! One!! Two!! ..." At the same time, my muzzle hit his temple hard.

"Stop! Wait, wait!" Jack is finally soft!