The British Consul Benson, who had been proud all afternoon, was simply furious when he heard the report.
"What, that bastard stayed..."
Benson's heart sank, feeling that things might get worse. He asked anxiously,
"Then our soldiers..."
He widened his eyes in disbelief,
"I didn't put him back, and he was taken hostage by that bastard. You... what did you do for food..."
Benson, the consul of the British Empire, was dumbfounded. He contacted many parties and arranged everything so that he could not only catch the lawless bank robber in Europe, but also lock up the officers and soldiers of the 87th Division.
But all this is only half achieved.
He who arranged this conspiracy was as excited as he was in the afternoon, but he was very depressed now. But when faced with a guy who didn't play by common sense, he never expected that he would have the courage not to do anything when he was trapped in a tight siege.
retreat.
"That bastard never crossed the river...he, what on earth did he want to do?"
"I don't know, Mr. Benson, we are also very surprised. Could it be that the German is crazy?"
The current situation is such that even a fool can see that the people in Sihang Warehouse cannot leave, and behind them are the merchant group from all over the world and some British troops who are ready for battle.
In front are the Japanese who want to end the Songhu battlefield with dignity, but do not want too many casualties.
But that bank robber didn't sell anyone's face, and he beat him so loudly.
Subconsciously, he reached out and turned on the radio. He wanted to hear what the radio said.
"...We simply cannot understand whether all European countries must form an alliance with Japan. The Chinese soldiers who resisted the invasion were disarmed and detained by the troops in the concession. We can't help but ask, does the concession have any invisible transactions with the Japanese?
…”
Consul Benson's face turned green when he heard the laughter and curses on the radio.
This is simply a slap in the face of Chi Guoguo. The Chinese people are calling for a national war of resistance. If the public concession dares to stab behind the Sixing Warehouse, the consequences will be difficult to predict.
But this is a radio report, and no one has the ability to cut it off. It seems that this is the only way to go to the German government, which is a commercial radio station, and to the Concession Industry Bureau.
As for Sihang Warehouse...
What to do, let the Japanese fight.
If they could defeat it, they would have defeated it a few days ago. I heard that they lost between 5,000 and 6,000 people. Not only was the Sihang Warehouse not captured, but four or five tanks were also snatched away.
The merchant group from all over the world went in to pick up people, and they came out of nowhere. Those guys even captured the British, and if they sent people in again...
Who is so stupid that they think they don't have enough hostages?
And you can't push too hard, otherwise...
"Ring ring ring..."
The phone rang suddenly and urgently. Consul Benson was stunned when he looked at the phone that was about to jump. He didn't understand who was calling him in the middle of the night.
"Hello……"
"Consul Benson, are you disappointed?"
Zhang Sixing's slightly mocking voice came from the other end of the phone,
"You...you didn't leave..."
"Leave. I haven't had the pleasure of fighting the Japanese yet. Why don't you tell me how to leave?"
Zhang Sixing was probably the first to open his mouth and shut his mouth to a country's consul.
"By the way, remember to bring me breakfast tomorrow morning. Don't give me any military rations. Just give me a hot dog, milk or something."
"You...Zhang Sixing, what do you want to do?"
An angry Benson shouted into the phone,
"What are you doing? You surrounded me with troops, thinking that I can't see you. I have turned my cannon around. If I get upset, I will fire at them."
When he heard that Zhang Sixing was going to open fire on the public concession, Consul Benson couldn't help but feel happy.
But before he could get over his joy, Zhang Sixin on the other end of the phone continued to speak, which made him feel like someone had poured ice water on his head in the dead of winter.
"But let me tell you in advance that our gunners are not very good and may hit the gas bag. Then I will say that it is you, the British Empire, who made me unhappy, so I opened fire on the concession. I will broadcast this matter on the radio to let other countries
The consul will comment."
Consul Benson, who was about to throw the phone down, was suddenly stunned. He had no idea that the other party did not accuse the British soldiers of beating up a few British soldiers. However, he never expected that the other party would directly use the gas storage tank to complain.
And instead of fighting him, he first started speaking on the radio, and then he opened fire after putting a shit basin on his head.
"You opened fire on the concession, but there are all your compatriots there..."
"It doesn't matter, I will tell them on the radio to stay away."
"hiss……"
Consul Benson was speechless, but Zhang Sixin on the other end of the phone still had something to say.
"You can't ask too much of a bank robber, right? Tomorrow at six o'clock in the morning, the hot dogs need to be hot, the milk needs to be hot, and there will be more food. We still have to fight, and we don't have enough physical strength. Let's give it to 800 people, no.
If so, just listen to tomorrow’s broadcast more often.”
Then...then the other person picked up the phone.
Bah, this guy must be bluffing, don't pay attention to him. Now that bastard is completely surrounded, there is no need to listen to his nonsense.
But, what if...
I, a consul with a great future, would bet my future with a bank robber. How stupid would that be?
Breakfast, not just breakfast, shouldn't be a big problem, but this is too bullying, otherwise...
Better put some sleeping pills or something in the milk and hot dogs, and then...
Humph... A smile appeared on Consul Benson's face. You were drugged on the battlefield. Let's see how you can withstand the Japanese attack.
After thinking about it, Consul Benson suddenly felt that it would not be a good thing if this thing develops...
Then the confused gunner killed the gas tank in the concession with one shot, and then there was another small breeze on the radio...
If the gas bag is really going to be blown up, let alone others, the Concession Industry and Ministry Bureau is nothing special, but what about other governments?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but regret it.
Why did he have to do so many things? If he had known better, he and his men would have been allowed to run away as promised, and the prisoners would have been released to save everyone's worries.
As he was thinking, he suddenly remembered what the police chief who surrounded that guy in London had said,
"I'm not surrounded by bank robbers. I'm surrounded by a group of uncles..."
The surrounded German paratroopers gave the London police a lesson, injuring hundreds of them.
Those guys captured a lot of hostages, and then took off from the British airport in a plane provided by the British government at night. They flew to France at ultra-low altitude at night, and then...
Then there is no more,
The plane landed at the airport, and there were only hostages, but none of the paratroopers and robbers were seen. God knows where those guys went.
Thinking of this, Consul Benson couldn't help but think:
Could it be that that guy is trying to play another trick here? But with the four-row warehouse that looks like iron barrels surrounded from front to back, where can they run to?
Thinking of this, Consul Benson suddenly slapped his fat face and cursed loudly,
"Why, are you still worried about him not being able to escape? What a fool."