"Go back, everyone who doesn't want to die, go back to me..."
The dozen or so big men who swarmed in from the main entrance did not use the submachine guns in their hands. Instead, they each took out a plastic baton and beat the crowd like they were driving away pigs and dogs. They seemed completely unaware that maybe they
That stick just hit the richest man in a certain country in the face.
Although there are many screen heroes such as Will Smith, Tom Cruise and Stallone in the crowd, it is obvious that these heroes who are killing everyone on the screen are not these "professional" robbers at this moment.
After three or two rounds, the people who crowded towards the main entrance retreated with bruises and bruises.
"Mr. Governor, I can't make a call. I think... we are in trouble..."
There are also some people who are not running around. Mr. Arnold, who is surrounded by five or six professional bodyguards at the moment, is one of them. I don’t know if it is because of his status as a star governor or his toned muscles. His
A group of people quickly gathered around him.
Although Arnold's bodyguards are all elite veterans of the U.S. Special Forces, they came to this dinner today without carrying any weapons. They are experienced in counter-terrorism and know that they should stay quiet at this moment instead of trying to be heroes and anger these people.
Unknown robbers.
But it is a pity that there are too few people who can keep calm nowadays, especially those Hollywood female stars, who are all showing off their singing voices that are not shown on the screen, even beauties like Zeta Jones
The son, also holding her husband tightly with one hand, was making noise with her larger-than-average lung capacity.
What's more, there were many waiters in the venue. These were ordinary people, and they couldn't keep quiet. The entire banquet hall was noisy, and some brave people even tried to attack the main entrance guarded by the gangsters again.
"Bang! Bang bang!!!"
Three crisp gunshots were heard, causing the noisy hall to suddenly become silent. The chaotic crowd looked around, but there were three men wearing waiter clothes lying at the door. They were all shot in the head.
Bright red blood flowed out, occasionally mixed with white brain matter.
These few gunshots made everyone fully understand their situation. The unarmed people were like a group of sheep facing a pride of lions. Any resistance would be rewarded with sharp teeth.
It has to be said that all the people who have become super rich from all over the world definitely understand the meaning of the Chinese saying "A wise man is a hero". After seeing the situation clearly, they all fell silent and gathered in places with many acquaintances.
Get up and quickly form several small circles.
"I think...my friends are now willing to listen to what I have to say..."
I don't know when, the middle-aged white-haired man who came in first stood in front of the auction table where William was just now, put the microphone that had fallen on the ground back, and attracted everyone's attention to the middle of the venue.
"Dear gentlemen and ladies, I have to regret to inform you that the party that belongs to you today is over..."
The middle-aged man showed a smile on his face and continued: "You can call me David. Oh, I'm sorry, I know he is a fake name, but you can just call me by this name for the time being. Now please cooperate and hand over
All the mobile phones, walkie-talkies, cameras, some dangerous stuff..."
Ten minutes later, everyone was looted. All kinds of expensive and luxurious mobile phones and communication tools were placed in the middle of the venue. The female stars in the crowd who had originally wrapped their bodies with several pieces of cloth were now fully clothed.
Without covering her body, she squatted on the ground with her arms folded, shivering.
"Head, it's done..."
After the robbers completely took control of the situation on the 18th floor, three more people came in from the main entrance. The leader was holding a laptop and walked straight to the middle-aged man.
"Bernie, your heartbeat will speed up soon. Please hurry up and connect to the Internet. By the way, the signal blocking can be cancelled..."
The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the gentlemen and ladies in the audience. A trace of contentment appeared on his face involuntarily. The actions he had planned so far have not had any flaws. Maybe in an hour, he can become the world's leader.
One of the richest people in the world.
"Don't worry, Boss, everything is under control..."
Bernie turned on the computer and started debugging on it. After a few minutes, the defense map of the entire building appeared on the computer screen. There were more than 20 red dots in the basement and rooftop on the first floor. These were their people.
It shows that they have already controlled the key locations in the hotel.
"Well done..."
The middle-aged man nodded, turned his attention to the people in the banquet hall, and said: "My time is very limited, and your time must be very precious. There is a list now. Sirs and ladies whose names are called, please stand."
Come out, as long as you are willing to transfer some money into a certain account, I think you will be free soon..."
The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and read aloud: "Who is Mr. Richard Bellev? I have admired your media group for a long time..."
"I...I am..."
A voice rang out from the crowd, and a bald, short, fat old man stood up tremblingly, with cold sweat on his face. He did not expect that the first person to be called was himself.
The middle-aged man glanced at Richard and said: "Richard Belive, the media giant of country x and the boss of the third largest media company in the world, has just completed a US$30 billion merger and acquisition. I think...
...Your distinguished status is worth at least five billion US dollars, right? Well, now as long as I see that the funds in this account reach five billion US dollars, you will be free..."
Since the middle-aged man appeared, he has put great pressure on everyone in the room. They didn't know what purpose these people had to hijack this place. Until now, after the middle-aged man said these words, everyone relaxed.
In one breath, for these people in the venue, problems that can be solved with money are no longer problems.
What they fear most are attacks by some terrorist organizations, just like the 9/11 tragedy that happened eight years ago. Those people don't care about money. In front of those fanatical religious elements, no matter you are a billionaire or a poor beggar, your life
They are all equally fragile.
"Five...five billion dollars?!"
When the media tycoon who was originally scared heard this figure, he jumped up and shouted: "Sir, are you crazy? No company can have such a large amount of liquidity. Those who have thousands of
Mergers and acquisitions worth billions are just a numbers game..."
Richard is telling the truth. Although his assets are tens of billions, the funds that he can really control at any time, including various stocks and fixed assets, are only about one billion U.S. dollars, and he wants to use them.
With more than one billion in funds, he had to personally call the Swiss bank to operate it.
You know, when the son of the richest Chinese man, Li Chaoren, was kidnapped, it took him two days to raise 1 billion Hong Kong dollars with a net worth of tens of billions of dollars. It can be seen that this liquid capital and his actual assets are two different things.
It doesn't mean that he can withdraw as much cash as he has assets.
"Mr. Richard, what you said makes me very embarrassed. If everyone is like you, then wouldn't my visit today be in vain?"
The middle-aged man still had a smile on his face, but his eyes turned cold. When he looked at Richard, he seemed to be looking at a dead person.
Seemingly feeling the threat of death, Richard quickly shouted: "Sir, I can transfer 1 billion US dollars right now. I mean immediately. I need time to raise the remaining 4 billion..."
Richard's words made the murderous intent in the middle-aged man's eyes slowly fade away, and the smile returned to his face, and he said: "You can use the phone to transfer money. Of course, you can also call 911 to start the police. I think... the United States
The government will award you a good citizen award, and the bonus may be used at your funeral..."
In fact, the middle-aged man doesn't care if the other party calls the police. He has already planned various escape routes. With these people in front of him, even if the US government is overly ambitious, it will not dare to attack rashly. These hostages are enough to maximize his safety.
of protection.
Richard took the phone handed over by a robber and had already started to transfer money. The richer this man was, the more he cherished his life. He did not play any tricks. It was just due to procedural issues. The money would not arrive until ten minutes later.
account.
"Damn it, a billion dollars? I can't get it out even if it's two zeros less. Damn it, did Zhuang Rui know that someone was robbing him and ran away in advance?"
Among the crowd in the middle of the venue, Huangfu Yun was holding the Xuande stove in his arms, with a bitter look on his face. He was probably the poorest person in the crowd besides the waiters and security guards. Huangfu Yun was there when the incident happened.
Looking for Zhuang Rui, he found that Zhuang Rui didn't seem to come back since he walked out of the banquet hall.
"Boss, what should I do with these jewelry? Let's take them all away?" A robber looked at the more than ten glass cabinets with little stars in his eyes. Those are genuine top-quality jewelry.
"Idiot, take these things back, you can only hang them on your genitals..." The middle-aged man glared at the guy.
