(The monkey at my son’s school is here again. What I hate most now are monkeys...monkeys have so many things to do!)
(This plot is a self-written script, it is considered a side story written for Zhang Ziqiang, and is not related to the movie)
In a box truck, Little Phoenix was typing away on the keyboard with a pair of skillful hands. A green map was displayed on the computer screen. If you look at it from a modern perspective, it is not too crude, but the Internet has not yet become popular in this country.
At that time, with the help of our own satellite system in the sky, this was already a black technology level.
"Beekeeper, beekeeper, the first phase of the hive has been constructed. Please contact the queen bee to move in as soon as possible." Liu Huaqiang's voice suddenly sounded from the speaker next to him.
"The honeycomb is received, please wait." Little Phoenix picked up the walkie-talkie and said, then immediately switched the channel: "Queen Bee, if the Queen Bee hears it, please reply."
"Queen Bee, received." Zhang Ziqiang, who was handcuffed, raised his hand and gently held the earphone. His sudden reaction startled Huang Fu and Liu Qing beside him.
"The hive has been constructed. Please move in as soon as possible."
"Received, please ask the beekeeper to connect my signal to the main station." Zhang Ziqiang said aloud.
"Already connected."
"Worker Bee No. 1, did the operation go smoothly?"
"Everything goes well." Aji held a knife in his hand and moved the tip of the knife from Mahmoud Tun Techa's neck to his ribs. The man was finally able to take a big breath, and he was suffocated.
"Worker Bee No. 2, is the operation going well?"
"Yes." Peng Yixing's answer was simple and clear.
"Okay, speed up, let the beekeeper control it, we have to arrive at the hive at the same time." Zhang Ziqiang ordered.
"The beekeeper has received it, you can speed up." Little Phoenix said.
"Master driver, speed up." Zhang Ziqiang ordered with a smile.
Maybe because Zhang Ziqiang was easy to talk to, maybe he wanted to know more about the situation, Huang Fu thought about it and asked, "What do you call this gentleman?"
"Well, I'm in charge of this operation, so just call me Queen Bee." Zhang Ziqiang has always been very polite.
"So, Mr. Queen Bee, as you say, is there anyone else here?"
"Yes, there are two other gentlemen who will meet you. They are both indigenous people. Originally, they only wanted to take Mr. Huang alone. Mr. Liu Qing was lucky enough to catch up." As he said that, Zhang Ziqiang turned his head.
He nodded towards Liu Qing.
Liu Qing: I am really lucky!
"What on earth are you going to do?" Liu Qing was young after all, and didn't know how to ask why he was losing money first. He couldn't help but ask. He was afraid of such a big move, "If it's money, tell me, how much it is."
Can’t you give me the money from my family?”
"Thank you for your generosity, but this time it's not for the little ransom." There was nothing going on on the way anyway, so Zhang Ziqiang didn't mind saying more.
"How about one hundred million?" Liu Qing said excitedly.
"Okay, don't be so excited. The risk is not great. As long as the Malay police don't go crazy and you cooperate actively, we are not bad people." Zhang Ziqiang reached out and patted Liu Qing's thigh. He didn't mention money at all. Obviously
I don’t look down on these 100 million or 200 million people.
Huang Fu: Threatening with bombs is not a bad person, so what does a bad person look like?
"Two hundred million." Liu Qing continued to increase the price.
"Okay, don't ask for money, it hurts feelings." Zhang Ziqiang smiled and shook his head, then looked at Huang Fu: "Of course I'm not a bad person, so I came to pick up Mr. Huang because Mr. Huang is Chinese, and the other two indigenous people,
Mahmoud Tun Techa and Abdul Rah were picked up by others. They are both capable of doing things but never talking. I understand."
"I understand." Huang Fu suddenly felt much better. People are like this. When they hear that others are worse off than themselves, they feel better for no reason.
As they were talking, the driver in front suddenly said: "Sir, the National Bank Building is in front of us, but the road is blocked by the police."
Zhang Ziqiang lowered his head and looked through the windshield. He had indeed arrived. It was very close. At this moment, the National Bank Building was surrounded by the police. There were hundreds of people, and they were completely surrounded.
"Have Worker Bee No. 1, Worker Bee No. 2 arrived?" Zhang Ziqiang asked while pressing the earphone.
"We're here, we're blocked, what should we do?" Aji frowned. There were so many police, helicopters in the sky, and snipers on the ground. No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't think he could bring the hostages in with just a dagger.
I want to see what Zhang Ziqiang can do.
"Me too."
Zhang Ziqiang looked out of the side windshield and saw a Mercedes Benz and a stretched Lincoln parked not far away, also surrounded by police, "Okay, easy to handle, leave it to me!"
After agreeing, Zhang Ziqiang told Huang Fu: "Please open the car door and let's get out."
Huang Fu took a deep breath. The critical moment had arrived. As soon as the car door was pushed open, hundreds of guns were pointed at him.
With one hand raised, Huang Fu got out of the car and immediately heard a shout, "Don't shoot, it's Mr. Huang Fu."
Hearing this, Huang Fu breathed a sigh of relief.
Behind Huang Fu, Zhang Ziqiang walked down with a smile on his face, his clothes just open, and the ring of bombs around his waist was clearly visible. Suddenly, the police who surrounded him became a little commotion and started to retreat faintly, with their heads looking like
The word 'danger' appears in big letters.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the police officers behind them suddenly darkened. Damn it, they retreated at such a slight danger. These guys really have no courage at all.
Police officer: For a salary of 3,000 yuan, tell me how much courage costs per pound.
"Who is the leader? Come out and speak." Zhang Ziqiang looked left and right, not paying attention to the muzzles of the police around him. He pulled the two of them forward in handcuffs and walked forward.
"Stop, don't move!" Behind him, Ahmed, a brother from the Johor Bahru police, immediately shouted with a loudspeaker. He was so close. What if he was pulled close to the range of the explosion?
He is a high-level person and is in charge of the overall situation...
"Come out and speak. What's the point of hiding behind me? I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?" Zhang Ziqiang seemed not to have heard and continued to advance step by step. The police circle continued to retreat.
"Stop immediately, you have been surrounded, surrender immediately, or you will be shot on the spot!"
Until he reached the defense line of vehicles, Zhang Ziqiang stopped and said, "I don't care, just shoot, kill me, and you can successfully rescue Mr. Huang and Mr. Liu."
"It's just that if I die, the two people in the car over there will be buried with me. It's not a loss. If two hostages die and two hostages live, you have at least completed half of the task. I think, over there
The two people in the parking space, Mr. Mahmud Tun Techa and Mr. Abdul Rah, also do not mind sacrificing their precious lives for the cause of Malay stability and peace." Zhang Ziqiang's indifferent attitude immediately calmed the scene.
, for a time, no one really dared to shoot.
Ahmed didn't know if those two people minded, but he did. Those two people were from well-known families in Johor Bahru. If they really died because of him, then... he wouldn't have to live anymore.
The situation was very embarrassing. Ahmed knew the two cars over there. They were both their own cars and bulletproof. There was no chance of killing the robbers and saving others.
Damn it, even if you drive a bulletproof car, you will be kidnapped. Are you eating shit?
"Why, if you don't dare to beat me to death, then let me pass. Why stop here and waste everyone's time? How about we move on to the next step?" Zhang Ziqiang remained calm and composed in the face of hundreds of police officers alone.
Ahmed was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. His intuition told him that letting go was definitely not a good choice.
"Can't make a decision?" Zhang Ziqiang tilted his head and glanced at Ahmed, raised the corners of his mouth, showing an elegant and evil smile, and then pressed a button on the dynamite on his waist, and the numbers jumped again, "Then
I'll help you make a decision, and, um, two minutes exactly. In two minutes, then, let's see you all in hell."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I may have forgotten. Maybe you believe in Allah? You don't even have a chance to go to hell with me."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
When Ahmed saw this scene, cold sweat suddenly fell down his face. Time beat, and his heart also beat with it.
Huang Fu and Liu Qing beside Zhang Ziqiang were also anxious. They gritted their teeth and said, "Ahmad, make a decision quickly and think about it before you speak. You will gain the friendship of our Huang family."