The three-dimensional phantom on the table was constantly rotating, and there were some red vertical lines on some floors above, which looked like human figures. This is the distribution map of the personnel in the hotel scanned by satellite.

"Who is the sixth floor?" Duret asked.

"According to intelligence analysis, the sixth floor is the dining area where the hotel gathers. Most of the staff are staff members, and there are a small number of dining people. According to the situation seen from the window, the sixth floor was not injured or killed. Compared with the entire hotel, although there are a large number of hostages on the sixth floor, the situation is still very good." A soldier said while knocking on the computer.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Duret asked some questions.

"The one who is guarding the sixth floor is a small team of mercenaries. They seem to have no other intentions, just to take care of these people."

"Which team is it?" Duret asked

"Sand Scorpion Team!"

"Oh? Is that old fox? He also ran over? It seems that the hostages on the sixth floor are safe for the time being. The old fox can't do anything to sacrifice his life. Notify the surveillance personnel to contact the Sand Scorpion team and try to let them go of the hostages on the sixth floor." Duret ordered.

"yes!"

"Sir, Taral sends a signal to ask us to rescue him."

"Tell him that we will rescue everyone as soon as possible, and contact the people on the tenth floor. It is best to resist and cooperate with our commando operations!" Duret thought for a while. Now Talar is on his side, which means that even if this matter is related to him, he will not make any other moves now. But all Talar's suggestions must be carefully considered and cannot be led by others.

"yes!"

"Sir, there are also several people on the third floor. According to satellite scanning, the people there seem to be fighting, and perhaps there are other resistance forces here..." Suddenly another soldier said. Each of them will pay attention to one floor, and a few more people will be assigned to completely control the situation of the entire hotel.

"Amplify the image of the third layer," Duret said.

"Yes!" The soldier agreed, and then began to constantly tap on the computer.

The phantom of the hotel gradually became smaller, but the phantom of the third time increased directly. Although it was just a scanned image and not a real person, through these images, you can clearly see what the people on the third floor are doing.

"There are four people, joining forces? What weapon is that person using? How can he be in a long shape..." Duret frowned and looked at the phantom in front of him, and was confused... Suddenly, a figure flashed through Duret's mind... A few years ago, the figure entered the terrorist's control area with a long weapon, and killed everyone alone...

Will this person practice like this? This is the first thing Duret thought of. It would be easier if there was a cultivator here. A cultivator could eliminate all the terrorists... But after watching carefully, Duret sighed. The cultivator was different under the satellite scan. They were surrounded by surging energy, but this person was not that strong... It seemed that he was a master of Chinese martial arts, and that was all. Then the special forces next to him were almost the Chinese. This small hotel was really hidden and lying in a creeping tiger...

"Find all the information of special forces personnel from various countries in this area, and try to contact them. In addition, the commando is preparing to break into the hotel to rescue hostages, the airborne troops clear the roof, and then prepare to airborne!" Duret ordered.

"Yes!" Several combat staff stood up and responded.

"Dididid..." At this moment, the computer in front of a person sitting in the corner started to scream wildly.

"What's going on?" Duret turned around and asked.

"Report to the commander, a strong energy suddenly appeared in the green belt on the east side of the hotel..." The soldier suddenly stood up with anxiety in his eyes.

Duret was shocked and ran to the front of his computer, staring at the screen in front of him, and a drop of sweat left on his cheek. Sure enough, the thing that was most worried was still there. Sure enough, this group of people was not a simple terrorist attack... Damn, there were actually cultivators... Although I don't know why this cultivator suddenly released his energy and disappeared, Duret knew that as long as a cultivator appeared, the scene would not be controlled by him...

Duret looked at the other soldiers around him. The soldiers were very consciously busy with their own affairs. Only Duret and the person who had been monitoring the entire command car knew about the cultivators. Duret took a deep breath and said, "Report immediately and ask for support. We can deal with ordinary people. The cultivators have already reached our range of abilities..."

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"What are the actions of the Vienna military?" Talar held a cigar in his mouth, slowly sucking the clouds and whispered, staring at the monitors that were already covered with snowflakes.

"The military received our signal, but only comforted us, and did not take any further action. It seems that the police do not trust us..." Pullu said.

"Normal, they won't believe anyone, they just believe in themselves..." Talar gently spit out a smoke ring and said, "The things of the Venerable are magical. They can actually put so many things in a small stone, otherwise these weapons and monitors will not be transported in. After a while, you will take back these monitors and motors into the small stone. Don't be noticed by Vienna. The monitors below are probably almost blown up by that idiot. The monitors and bombs are basically placed together. The idiot just exploded and broke us all into blinds..."

"Yes!" Puerlu nodded and said, "Just just now, I went out to ask for help signals. The military outside should have received their help signals. Will it be unfavorable to us again..."

"It's okay, now we stand with the police with a clear stand. They need to fight for our strength to rescue the hostages below. This can be more than 100 terrorists and dozens of well-trained mercenaries. Those few of them can't save the hostages..." Taral smiled and said, "What I didn't expect was the two Chinese people on the third floor. I didn't expect there were such people in this building. Hehe, martial arts masters... Unfortunately, the monitor is broken now, otherwise I really want to see what magical things are in Chinese martial arts..."

"Do you still need to send someone to the third floor?" Puerlu asked.

"No need, that idiot Apudula will kill them, or get them killed by them, so let them bite them. We have to learn from those guys on the tenth floor to preserve our strength!" Talar shook his head, and suddenly felt a shaking above his head, and the shaking lime fell on Talar's head.

Talar shook his head vigorously, shook the lime above his head, turned around and pulled Pullu and said, "Go and see what's going on?"
Chapter completed!