"Hmph~! Mr. Director, you are so clueless! Qian Wanpeng's best value to them is to be a dead person. What do they want a living person to do?! Remember, never let money
When Wan Peng comes to the airport, even if everyone on the plane dies, don’t come!" Jin Hao said with a sneer.
"I...how can I trust you?!" Yang Jinsong's voice seemed to be dozens of years older.
"As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway! I'm going to work! No matter what happens, don't let your people disturb you! This is the good news!" After finishing speaking, Jin Hao threw the intercom on the bridge.
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Yang Jinsong grabbed the phone like crazy and pulled it out with trembling hands. Yang Qingfei's voice came from inside, "Hey!! Mr. Director? We are almost there!!!"
Yang Jinsong shouted in a deep voice, "Go back immediately!!! Don't come to the airport!!!"
"But... we have already arrived at the door!" Yang Qingfei said strangely.
"Go back immediately!!" Yang Jinsong shouted loudly, and suddenly he changed his mind and said, "Send the person directly to the Nanjing headquarters!! Don't go back to Shanghai! This is an order!!"
Although Yang Qingfei was confused, she still responded "Yes!!! Mr. Director!!" She did not realize her father's other meaning. The police car carrying Qian Wanpeng turned around and drove directly to the highway leading to Nanjing.
go.
"Where did this guy Jin Hao go? The phone is also turned off. Did he do something bad with that Zhang Lilu?!" Yang Qingfei straightened her hair that was messed up by the wind blowing in from the car window, and said through gritted teeth: "Come back.
Take good care of him!"
"The golden shield...forged with blood~!!!" At this time, the mobile phone on Yang Jinsong sang heavily.
Yang Jinsong's expression changed when he saw the number, and he stood at attention respectfully and answered the phone, "Prime Minister! Hello!"
"Comrade Yang Jinsong!! How is the situation?! Protect the safety of the hostages at all costs! Hand them over first!" The Prime Minister's anxious and stern voice came from the earphones.
"Prime Minister! There is an emergency now... It's like this..." Yang Jinsong quickly gave a brief report on the situation of the Enola virus bomb.
The Prime Minister was startled, his brows furrowed into knots: "What?! These crazy gangsters!!! You handled it correctly!! That rich man is from our military, you just let him do it!! Definitely.
We must stop this biological disaster!!"
"Yes! Prime Minister!!!" Yang Jinsong stood at attention and hung up the phone.
"Director!!! If what the rich man said is true! Then what should we do?!" At this time, Liu Tianxu's face turned pale and his voice was hoarse. If what the rich man said is true, then it is true.
The sky is falling.
"I can only resign myself to fate..." Yang Jinsong seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped down on the swivel chair.
"Director!! Let our anti-terrorist brigade go up and give it a try!!" Wu Guanghui roared with anger on his face.
"No!!! We must not alert the gangsters again! Our hope can only be pinned on the local tyrants!" Yang Jinsong shook his head weakly.
"Mr. Rich! Is everything you said true?!" the middle-aged captain said with a livid face.
"Yes, you'd better let the plane take off. I may not be sure that I can defuse the bomb!" Jin Hao nodded seriously.
"Captain! Do it! It doesn't matter if we die, our families need to live!" the co-pilot shouted with a red face. The captain pondered for a moment, his face a little complicated.
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