"Bastard, bastard! Madman! He is a madman!" In the temporary command car outside the hotel, Colonel Duret was roaring wildly... In fact, he was very reluctant to come. He had dealt with terrorists and knew what kind of people he was. If he faced them, perhaps what was waiting for him would be ruined!

Just like now, the entire hotel was shaking, and the glass fragments were already all over the ground. Several radical soldiers outside were clamoring to rush in and shoot Apudula. The sniper in place also said that he had aimed at Apudula's head. The most annoying thing was that there was a group of reporters outside holding microphones to interview when he could wipe out Apudula...

Damn it, if the people inside weren't too sensitive, I would have led people in there long ago, who would have been waiting here to be angry? See who they are, Saudi princes, English nobles, senior executives of various jewelry giants, and senior executives of various business giants, they are really a hodgepodge around the world... If a group of civilians had a good pension, they would have passed, but the power behind these people was too huge...

"Damn Prince, damn terrorists, why did you come to Vienna in a fight? What an elegant and beautiful city, these damn madmen..." Colonel Duret cursed loudly. Apudula was very familiar with the military and police's arrangement, so he didn't accept the move at all. He turned over the table when he was too anxious and could not beat him to death. He didn't want to be buried with him.

"Col. Duret, when can the military commando enter the hotel to rescue the hostages..." said Grames, a police representative who was also in the command car.

"Officer Grames, the commando can enter at any time, but according to satellite scanning, the hotel not only has more than 100 subordinates of Apudula, but also dozens of mercenaries. They are all the most elite soldiers. If you go in rashly, you may suffer a lot of losses!" Duret sat on the chair and sighed.

"Anyway, you must enter the hotel and rescue the hostages. You are the supreme commander here. As long as you give me the order, our police officers will do their best to cooperate with your actions!" Grames's eyes widened, as if expressing his fearless confidence.

Duret looked at the big belly of the police officer Grames in front of him with a little annoyed. Vienna's long-term stability has already supported a group of wine bags. As the supreme commander of the Vienna police system, Grames actually pointed at him and cleaned up the mess for him... There were so many terrorists involved in his defense. If this matter cannot be resolved successfully, what awaits him will be a prison life for the rest of his life.

"Officer Grames, we only have three special forces teams, thirty people. It is enough to face ordinary opponents, but the enemy is unprecedentedly powerful. Dozens of mercenaries are not something they can deal with... Damn mercenaries used to be alone, how could they get along with terrorists this time? Aren't they afraid of death..." Duret pounded the table in front of him fiercely and said with hatred.

"Col. Duret, I believe you can destroy all the enemies! I will take my police officers to help you block the road. There will never be any Vienna citizen being injured!" Grames stood up and shouted, saluted Duret, and hurriedly ran out with his deputy... Run away quickly, let the terrorists go to the military. His little body is not enough for someone else's bullet...

Seeing Grams holding his stomach, twisting his huge butt and leaving the command car, Duret couldn't help but sigh... Such a person is not Apudula's opponent in any case... But this person at least has self-knowledge and knows what he should do. Unlike some people, who obviously don't understand, but forcefully pointed at him, and ended up making a mess.

After grabbing the hat on his head, Duret was very troubled. Although it was his second time to deal with the terrorists, the last time the special forces of their country was not in charge. The special forces in China were in charge. What was the name of the leading young man?

Oh by the way, it seems like a guy called 6 Ran... How did they attack those terrorists? It seemed that 6 Ran went in with a sword and quietly killed all the people... Why should he use a sword? He isn't he known as the King of Guns? He actually killed everyone inside with a long sword in his hand... After he came out, he didn't have a trace of blood on his body, just like a god... Later I heard that the kid entered the most mysterious dragon group in China. Is China's kung fu really so magical?

"Sir, there is something wrong!" While Duret was thinking, a soldier sitting in front of the computer interrupted Duret's thoughts. At this moment, there were two rows of tables in the command car, with a huge screen on the table, and a group of soldiers constantly tapping on the computer were surrounded by, all of whom were strategists brought by Duret.

"Say!" Duret said briefly.

"A faint signal was heard from the tenth floor of the hotel. It seemed that although the explosion just now might cause casualties, it also opened up a hole in the other party's signal blockade. At least we know there is still resistance here." The young soldier kept operating on the computer while saying to Duret.

"Huh?" Duret's eyes lit up. Sure enough, these people are not all idiots. Those who can get to that point all have some wisdom.

"Is it that Saudi prince? It seems that the Saudi prince brought a lot of people here, or the Italian mafia? He seems to have brought people here, too." Duret asked.

"It's not like the Saudi prince's possibility, but the mafia is unlikely. The other party's means are the means of special forces and very cutting-edge technology. The possibility of both of them is not very high..." said the young soldier.

"Report to the senator, the satellite perspective is ready!" a female soldier said loudly.

"Okay!" Duret quickly looked at the big screen in the center of the table. A huge three-dimensional image appeared in the center of the table. Duret stood up and looked straight at the phantom that appeared in the center of the table.

"Report to the sir, the places where the hotel crowds are now concentrated are on the 11th floor, the 10th floor, the 8th floor, the 6th floor and the 1st floor! There are also some people scattered on other floors, which should be the hiding guests and hotel staff of the hotel. The 8th floor is the place with the most crowded people and also the place where Apudula is. According to observations, the 11th floor should be where Saudi Prince Taral is located."

"How is the rooftop condition? Is it suitable for commando landing?" Duret asked.

"There is strong interference on the roof, and the situation is very unclear. It is not recommended that the commando enter from the roof." Another soldier stood up and said.

"Report to the commander, the signal from the tenth floor has been translated. They are a group of self-organized resistance jewelers, and they have two special operations teams in their hands... In addition, they also send a signal, as if... it seems..." The young soldier was a little hesitant.

"It seems like something?" Duret asked with a frown.

"It seems that this incident has something to do with Taral, and they even suspect that Taral itself has problems..." the young soldier said loudly.
Chapter completed!