The jewelry exhibition has completely collapsed at this time. Few people pay attention to the group of jewelry placed in glass boxes or scattered on the ground... At this moment, they are thinking about how to survive... There are a group of people who are not short of money, so their enthusiasm for money is not so strong. On the contrary, they want to save their lives. They have to spend their lives even if they have money...

Six people looked after more than 100 people, but they had guns in their hands, and they were very powerful slight rushers. At such a close distance, they would basically die if they fired... Most of these hostages had their own guns, but most of them were pistols. The most important thing was that they didn't bring them. Who would come to the exhibition and still had a gun on their waists?

At this moment, the boss of the Italian mafia was very depressed. They brought a lot of hands, but there were only two people who came to participate in the exhibition with him, and they did not bring pistols... They could only be taken care of like others. The boss of the mafia Ivan swore that after returning this time, he must sweep his territory to see if there are any terrorists, and if there are any, they must be killed... These damn idiots... So another fighter has been added to the counter-terrorists in this world...

"Boss Ivan, how about it? Can you still shoot?" Just as Ivan was depressed, a very small voice came from beside him. Ivan turned around and felt that this person was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him for a while...

"My name is David, English..." David didn't seem to open his mouth, but his voice reached Ivan's ears.

"I'm not old yet..." Ivan said with a hoarse voice. Then Ivan found a black pistol stuffed into his hand. It was a coincidence that the six mercenaries in charge did not notice it. Ivan felt the familiar touch and immediately hid the pistol in his sleeve, without any expression on his face. However, when Ivan went to search for David again, David had disappeared into the crowd.

The time is very delicate now. The terrorists are fighting with the Vienna army on the first floor, and the special police are fighting fiercely... Mercenaries are coming and going to the Vienna special forces on the sixth floor. There is a small team on the roof of the building that is fighting fire. Taral's direct personnel are no longer able to intervene anymore. He is quietly waiting for the end of the incident.

Then at this time, the tenth floor was a forgotten corner, and there was only a mercenary team on the eighth floor. David went back and decided with several other jewelers. This was a good opportunity to make this large-scale owe to people. If these few people rescued more than one hundred people, what would that mean? These more than one hundred people are not ordinary people...

So several jewelers, together with the protection of two teams, returned to the eighth floor. David and a few people came in quietly to find helpers. Sometimes being shot behind their backs could quickly collapse a team... If they attacked head-on, they would probably suffer casualties in this area, so they made a plan... Let some of the people here control their own destiny...

David shook a small mirror in his hand. This was their code of good deeds. He not only wanted to show the teammates who were now at the stairs, but also to show the teammates who were lying in the exhaust passage. They were originally going to snipe Apudula, but unexpectedly Apudula ran away and their plan changed. They wanted to kill these six mercenaries and let the group owe them a favor.

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"Col. Duret, what's going on? Why did he go in directly... The reporters outside are about to rush in, and many citizens are very questioning about your approach. Do you need to go out and explain?" The fat police officer found an opportunity to run out of the reporter's encirclement... and rushed back to the command car with a quick look. He didn't care what Duret did. He just wanted Duret to give him an explanation and let him fool the reporter...

Duret is now sitting on his chair with a smile watching the three-dimensional phantom on the table. If it were mostly speculation before, when Apudula received the information and he threw away the hostages and ran to the first floor to fight the army head-on, Duret was already sure.

I bet right. Although I was a little risky, I had already won, and the weight of victory was in my hands. The only thing that was a little uncertain is what the purpose behind these people is... For jewelry? It doesn't look like it. It seems that they don't care about those jewelry. Even priceless jewelry is not too much... If it is a general terrorist attack, one is that Apudula does not need to come over, and the other is that they can attack directly, there is no need to take hostages. This is not their style...

Seeing the fat police officer's head full of sweat, Duret smiled slightly. No matter what their final purpose was, the initiative was already in his hands. Whether it was the discipline of the troops or the excellent equipment, he had to go through terrorists... So at least the reporters and the public could deal with it.

"Tell the reporters that we have the confidence to eliminate all the enemies and to rescue the citizens trapped in the hotel. We can reveal some information and tell them that our commando has entered and joined the hostages, and they will protect the hostages." Duret said with a smile. In fact, Duret said something hidden. They did meet the hostages on the sixth floor, but the hostages on the eighth floor are the real pain points, but Duret is already confident about the situation in the entire hotel.

At this moment, the computer in the corner suddenly began to flash red again. Palo, who had been closing his eyes and resting, suddenly opened his eyes, ignored the computer in the corner, looked at Grey beside him, and then nodded slightly at Duret: "Col. Durey, you can complete your mission with peace of mind, and leave the rest to us!" Then, the two of them got up and walked out of the command car with Grey.

They do not need the positioning of the detector. Their own exploration will be better than the detector. What's more, the energy released by the cultivators over there is like a beacon in the dark... They walked out of the command car and found a remote place to soar into the air! They turned out to be two powerful cultivators who had understood the way of heaven. These cultivators are national treasure-level figures in any country. It seems that Vienna has also invested a lot in order to eliminate the influence...

The fat police officer glanced at Palo and Grey's backs, but he didn't ask for any information about them... He knew very well what he should know, and he would know if he didn't want to know, but he shouldn't know. If he had to know, he was seeking death.

"That's good, that's good, Colonel Duret, thank you. After this incident, I'll treat you to dinner!" The fat police officer saw Duret's confident look and said with a smile: "This group of terrorists are really boring. They seem to be fine and come to Vienna for nothing. Even if they want to rob the jewelry exhibition, why don't they run away if they succeed? They have to wait until we surround them and cause so many troubles for me... Alas, I don't know how many people will die this time."

The fat police officer shook his head and said to himself, then slowly walked out with his hands behind his back. Since Duret is so confident, he should also be more confident and show the public a confident officer.

The fat police officer walked out with his hands behind his back, but did not see Duret's sudden gloomy face... Yes, what is their purpose? Although I have thought about it before, I have always ignored it and always looked in front of me... What is the purpose behind them? Since they are willing to pay such a great price, the purpose behind them must be something that Vienna cannot bear!
Chapter completed!