92: Chapter 20: Rapids, on the Edge of Eruption!
92: Chapter 20: Rapids, on the Edge of Eruption!
Klauer’s reaction couldn’t be called slow; the SWAT leader didn’t make it this far relying solely on the influence of his sister-in-law, the Chief Justice.
He knew very well that the kidnapper, who didn’t even care for money, must have deeper and greater demands.
Because the son of a Democratic Party financier was among the hostages, the police dared not attack rashly.
It was very likely that the standoff would drag on for a long ti, and as ti passed, more and more people would learn about the kidnapping.
Severing the kidnappers’ opportunity to spread information online early on could prevent them from making outrageous demands that would put the police in a difficult position.
Because as the influence of the kidnapping case grew, the kidnappers’ demands would carry public opinion with them, putting enormous pressure on the police.
“The TV station should have a satellite signal relay, right?
ABC is a Saint Rodu television station, they must have a broadcast van nearby.”
The Wasp kidnapper’s words made the gang leader decide to cooperate with the female reporter.
“Bring her over, and give her back the cara.”
“Gentlen kidnappers, although you’ve kidnapped , I’ll still sincerely cooperate with you.
This cooperation is a win-win, beneficial to both of us.
ABC can gain viewership, and you can gain the friendship of our ABC television station,
If, I an if.
If in the future you are prosecuted by the district attorney, ABC can help you hire a defense lawyer.”
But the entire defense process will have to be broadcast live!
The last sentence, Ian didn’t voice out; she still had so manners after all.
When under soone’s roof, one shouldn’t speak too absolutely.
“How long can your cara battery last?”
Iron Man was noncommittal about the reporter’s suggestion, instead asking a strange question.
“Only two batteries, but I’ve brought the charging cable and can charge it inside the library.
Mr.
Kidnapper, have you decided to cooperate with ?”
The reporter’s excitent was evident to Cheng Daqi and the others.
Scott turned to Cheng Daqi and muttered.
“She’s just a poser.
I have no doubt that right now if the five kidnappers took turns with her, she would agree.”
Cheng Daqi didn’t reply, just felt it was a pity.
Everything that happened today had been very unwelcoming.
Not to ntion earlier, he was just thinking of making contact with the reporter, but in the blink of an eye, she was about to cooperate with the kidnappers.
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“Klauer, Tonks may be a lapdog of the Democratic Party, but I never expected you to snuggle up in the sa shit pile with a dog.
Do you enjoy being a dog that much?”
Propping up his arm and pressing down on Krole’s neck, Gru looked at his colleague without any consideration.
Their subordinates were around them, trying to step in and pull them apart but were barked back by Gru.
“Back off!
I want to talk to him now!”
“Take it easy, old pal.”
Although restrained by Gru, Klauer wanted to laugh happily in his heart.
So you still want to throw a punch at ?
Isn’t that like a cornered dog jumping the wall?
Still have the nerve to call a dog?
Sweating bullets, aren’t you, little brother?
Why are you climbing so fast?
Without a background or support, you can only be the fall guy!
“I don’t know what nonsense Tonks told you, but let tell you, if I’m in charge of this, I can keep this siege until the outbreak of World War III.”
Hearing Gru’s fierce words, Klauer wanted to laugh.
“Forget it, who do you think you are?
If there’s no movent in three days, they’ll have an excuse to pull you out directly.”
When Klauer said this, Niangniang Temple substation ‘acting chief’ Gru cald down.
If the big conditions can’t be discussed, then negotiate a more realistic small condition.
“I know I can’t shirk this matter, but listen, Klauer
Your SWAT must go in first!
If you don’t even make one attempt, I won’t either.
I can’t let my boys die in vain.”
Gru’s demands were indeed not excessive, and Krole nodded in response.
“Of course, we’re brother units after all, I’ll scout the path for you.”
Hearing this, the fierce action team leader withdrew his arm and smiled at Klauer, then turned and left the temporary command center.
“Boss, how’s it going?” Jax stepped forward, asking with concern.
“We might have to bear the brunt, get the most capable brothers together to discuss what to do.”
Gru narrowed his eyes, speaking in a calm tone.
Jax fell silent for a mont, said nothing more, and turned to summon the others.
As the boss of the legitimate gang faction within the Saint Rodu police, Gru had a group of elite troops at his disposal.
This group was his greatest confidence.
So much so that he dared to contemplate when to take down Tonks, rather than whether he dared to do so.
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“I must warn you all once, don’t say anything during the live broadcast,
If anyone speaks, no matter what you say, I won’t hesitate to shoot!”
The Wasp was as indifferent as ever, in need of giving a kind reminder to the hostages before going live.
“Mr.
Iron Man, may I ask where the son of that congressman is right now?
I seem not to have seen him in the crowd.
Is he still safe?”
The reporter Ian’s question took Iron Man and others by surprise.
Cheng Daqi, who had kept an eye on her, picked up a key piece of information from her question.
The congressman’s son, the child the kidnappers had taken, was actually the congressman’s son.
Cheng Daqi’s mind raced.
“There’s no congressman’s son here; what we took is Dracula Family’s youngest son.”
The one who answered Ian’s question was Ant-Man.
Hearing Ant-Man’s words, Iron Man gave him a glare, but did not stop him.
After all, this information was going to be disclosed in the broadcast soon; there was no need for secrecy anymore.
“MY GOD, you dare to lay hands on the Dracula Family!”
The female reporter Ian covered her mouth in shock; she hadn’t expected the group of kidnappers to be so crazy.
“The Dracula Family!
These kidnappers have so nerve!”
Scott couldn’t hide his astonishnt as he exclaid.
Cheng Daqi wasn’t very familiar with the large dostic companies in Arica; he only knew about those globally renowned industry leaders.
“The Dracula Group, I feel like I’ve never heard of them, are they famous?” Cheng Daqi asked Scott.
(Pseudonym, please understand)
“Dracula Biotech is a military partner focusing on research in the biodical field.
There are many rumors about them in the army.
I heard that the drugs they research can turn soldiers into super soldiers.”
Scott’s answer made Cheng Daqi feel a touch of fantasy.
“Are you talking about the kind of superheroes from the movies?”
“No, no, their product is a type of injection that can be administered directly into the veins and takes effect very quickly,
Super soldier is just a marketing term; the actual effects are definitely not that strong.”
So it was not a world of superheroes.
Cheng Daqi felt a bit relieved but also a bit disappointed.
“Are you ready, can we start the broadcast now?”
The female reporter spoke to the Iron Man kidnapper in front of the cara after adjusting the tripod.
Iron Man nodded his head and looked at the hostages huddled in the corner as he asked.
“Guys, I’m kind of craving for so, does anyone have ‘happy pills’?
Give so and I’ll let you leave.”
“I have them, I’ll give you all of them,”
a particularly disheveled xican turned his head and replied excitedly.
The other two individuals with happy pills spoke a step too late but also offered to provide.
Iron Man just smiled and then did not ask for anything.
Thor and Ant-Man stepped forward and dragged the scruffy xican in front of the cara.
“What are you going to do?
Let go of , what are you going to do?”
The disheveled xican man wailed incessantly; he realized he might have made a big mistake.
“Start the broadcast, Miss Ian,” said the kidnapper leader with a smile.
The female reporter showed no sadness for the terrifying event that might follow; she excitedly turned on the cara.
“The kidnappers don’t seem too bad, Chan,” Sani whispered to Cheng Daqi.
“They specifically targeted the bad elent.”
“Sotis good people with noble ideals can be much more terrifying than villains,” Cheng Daqi cautioned,
“Don’t let your guard down; we stay still and keep quiet.”
Every person has limitless potential, but the extent to which they can utilize it for different purposes is limited.
Ordinary kidnappers can be dealt with money, but idealistic kidnappers are not just a matter of money.
Analyzing the information at hand desperately, Cheng Daqi really could not think of a way out of the situation.
He had enough information, but his ability was not sufficient to break the deadlock.
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The black-haired rich woman was tuning the TV channels at ho when she saw news on social dia that ABC was broadcasting the Red Street kidnapping case live.
Cheng Daqi was her scheduled business partner and lived on Red Street.
Out of concern for her business partner, Temir decided to watch the TV broadcast.
“How could Chan be in trouble, he’s so smart—he’d definitely run if faced with robbers.”
Lisa didn’t believe Cheng Daqi would be in any danger at all.
She rembered their first eting when Cheng Daqi’s security service was exceptionally professional.
“I’m just checking; I also think he’ll be fine.”
Finally, the TV was tuned to ABC, and a pleasantly looking female reporter appeared on the screen.
“Good afternoon, viewers.
I am ABC reporter Ian,
I’m inside the Red Street Library in Saint Rodu, bringing you a live broadcast of the Saint Rodu kidnapping case.”
Having said this, Ian stepped aside, leaving the cara to the kidnapper leader, Iron Man.
“My God, what’s happening to that person?”
The blonde woman scread in horror; on the screen, an unrecognizable figure was being held down on the ground.
His head was pushed firmly against the floor, with a handgun perched on top, held by the kidnapper sitting at the center of the cara.
“Good afternoon, people of Arica.
We are the kidnappers.”
The voice of Iron Man was calm, even with a hint of leisure.
“My God!
Is that person going to be executed?” the black-haired rich woman could hardly believe.
She had killed people before, and she was not a kind-hearted little girl.
But this kind of scene—who has ever seen anything like it!
A terrorist executing a hostage on live television in Arica, that’s a first in history!
The blonde woman was speechless; she saw the person lying on the ground desperately wriggling.
He was struggling, knowing what fate he was facing.
But the real world is not like storybooks or movies; there were no dramatic turnarounds in dire situations, no superheroes swooping in from the skies.
Only five kidnappers wearing superhero masks.
Among the pleas of the man, Iron Man pulled the trigger of the handgun.
“Bang!”
I’m sorry, kid.
For a higher justice.
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