Exit 18 of the stadium is now enveloped in a subtle atmosphere.
The originally arrogant gangster now wished he could grow a turtle shell and hide himself inside it.
The surrounding policemen looked at the gangster surrounded in the center with strange eyes.
Almost instantly, the situation reversed.
The gangsters' biggest reliance is their hiding place and the guns in their hands.
It is precisely because of these two points that the police are wary of fear that the other party may shoot indiscriminately, and are forced not to act rashly.
But what about now?
Obviously, the threatening gangster on the other side has been subdued, and the gangsters' biggest reliance no longer exists.
"Mr. Yuan, are there any other gangsters?" The Memu Police Department did not relax their vigilance. They grabbed the walkie-talkie from the gangster's hand and said loudly.
But judging from the look and actions of the man in front of him who was shaking like chaff, he probably didn't have any accomplices, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a panic.
"No more. Just two gangsters."
Source Huaiyu's affirmative voice came over the intercom.
"Mr. Yuan, where is the location of the gangster over there? How is the gangster's current situation?"
Officer Mumu waved his hand, and the policemen, who had been patient for a long time, captured the gangsters who were surrounded like hungry tigers and drove them to the police car not far away.
"Oh? He, he's fine, he just fainted."
Yuan Huaiyu looked at the players running back and forth on the green field and gave his current location.
"I'm on the sidelines of the football field, right here at camera number 13 of Rimari TV. The person who called Rimari TV to blackmail him is the staff member of this camera."
"What?" Jin Zi was shocked. He never expected that the vicious gangster who took 56,000 viewers as hostages turned out to be his employees!
In the stadium, Conan, who heard the conversation, quickly used his telescope glasses to patrol the sidelines of the football field. Sure enough, he spotted Yuan Huaiyu standing behind a huge camera equipment, and the man lying at his feet.
He looked at Haiyuan excitedly: "I know! So that's it! If it's a TV cameraman, it's understandable that the police can't find the gangster!"
"It doesn't look strange if he uses a camera to look around. Even if he puts on a headset and microphone, it won't make people suspicious, because he needs to contact the TV station director to adjust the camera position."
"Furthermore, no one would have thought that Japan's own employees would threaten their own company and extort money."
"It's so clever! How did Mr. Yuan discover it?"
On the other side, the Mu Mu Police Department asked Yuan Huaiyu curiously, as if they had a tacit understanding: "Mr. Yuan, how did you find out that he was the prisoner?"
"Well... I watched the live broadcast on the broadcast truck. In the screen, I saw twice that a suspicious man was captured in this camera's camera, but both times the screen was quickly cut away.
Already."
Yuan Huaiyu explained: "I knew immediately that there was something wrong with this photographer. His picture switching was so obvious and abrupt that it was hard to imagine that he was a professional photographer from a Japanese television station."
"If it is not due to coincidence and professionalism, then there is only one possibility, and that is that the photographer is a gangster. He is deliberately avoiding and deliberately protecting his accomplices."
The policemen who were listening on the side all showed astonished expressions.
"But... why would Zhidian do such a thing..." Jin Zi from Rimai TV Station was heartbroken and full of doubts.
Yuan Huaiyu did not answer him, but looked at the photographer and gangster Zhidian lying on the ground, his face full of disdain and disgust for looking at scum.
He recalled the conversation he had just had with this guy.
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Yuan Huaiyu swaggered to the rear of the gangster. After exposing the gangster's trick, the gangster in front of him pointed a gun at him and said:
"My companion's Tokarev has been thrown into a trash can in the venue, and this Beretta...these two guns were used to rob banks a year ago."
"We spent three years and invested all the money to prepare a perfect plan...even the route to escape abroad was fully prepared."
"If it hadn't been for that day, that bank held a farce where an entertainer was the branch president for a day..."
Thinking of what happened that day, the gangster's eyes became more ferocious.
"Because all the money was lost, my girlfriend became depressed, started drinking, and finally committed suicide... All of this is due to the Japanese TV station who planned this stupid show that day!"
After hearing this, Yuan Huaiyu couldn't help but applaud: "What a death! Open the champagne!"
"What did you say?" The gangster opened his eyes suddenly and put his pistol to Yuan Huaiyu's head.
Yuan Huaiyu didn't care: "I mean, don't you deserve all this? Even if you say you are well prepared, it's just to put money on your face."
"After all, I don't even know what activities are about to be held at the bank. I really don't know what you have prepared? Could it be that after watching a few police movies with scenes of bank robberies, you feel that your plan is perfect?"
"So, you're just stupid. Would it make you feel better to put all the blame on Japan TV Station?"
"No way, right? A waste like you who doesn't know how to find problems in yourself is worthy of talking nonsense like this? My suggestion is to go to a brain department first."
The sharp words made the gangster break his guard instantly, his eyes were red, and he was furious, wanting to tear the man in front of him into pieces.
But soon, he took a deep breath to calm down, put the muzzle of the gun on Yuan Huaiyu's forehead, and his words were full of cold murderous intent:
"You will die here anyway. It is useless for a dead person to talk so much."
"I will kill you the moment the game ends. When the cheers turn into screams and cause panic, I will take advantage of the chaos and escape..."
"Then I will write to the newspaper and tell them that I shot a young man in his prime because the Japanese TV station refused to pay..."
He smiled evilly and said: "I hope you will remember not to meddle in other people's business in the next life, young man..."
"I may not have a next life..." Yuan Huaiyu said softly.
"Huh?" The gangster was stunned. The next moment, he suddenly felt that his hand holding the gun had no pressure point, and his hand suddenly felt light.
Yuan Huaiyu turned sideways lightly and slapped the gangster in the face.
"Ah!" The gangster felt as if he was hit directly in the face by a heavy truck. After a scream, he lost consciousness. His nosebleeds and teeth outlined an arc in the air. He lay down as if dead.
land.
"Besides, he's not a young man either."
Yuan Huaiyu wiped his hands and took the headset connected to the walkie-talkie from the gangster's head.