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Chapter 912: The bad news is that there are many bombs

After looking around for a long time, the frightened negotiator finally settled down. The first time he settled down, he discovered that the hostages in the corner were swaying crazily towards him.

Negotiation expert:???

Oh, it's not shaking, it's shaking its head.

My head shook like a windmill, making a whining sound as it shook.

What new dance step is this?

Oh, their mouths were all gagged. Just when they were about to step inside and ask what was going on, they found that their faces were pale and their heads were shaking faster.

A cool breeze blew, and it was really windy...

Instinctively feeling that something was wrong, the negotiator took a small step back, then turned around and ran away.

Ahmed looked confused when he saw the negotiator running back in a hurry. What's wrong, running so fast?

"Here, there, something happened inside."

"What's up?"

"No, no more!"

"What's gone?" Ahmed frowned.

"They're all shaking their heads!"

Ahmed:???

With veins on his head clearly visible, Ahmed wanted to slap this negotiator to death, "You should make it fucking clear."

"I, I mean, everyone is gone and they are shaking their heads!" The negotiator was out of breath.

Ahmed raised his foot and kicked him. He wanted to hit him again, but his deputy hugged him and said, "Calm down, calm down."

"Speak carefully and don't worry." The deputy turned to the negotiator and said.

"Okay, okay." After taking a few breaths and wiping the sweat from his head, the negotiator said: "The kidnappers are all gone, the hostages have their mouths gagged, and they are shaking their heads wildly. There must be danger, and I don't dare to act rashly."

"You're just fucking afraid of death." Ahmed saw the crux of the problem at a glance.

Go ahead if you're not afraid of death. The negotiator rolled his eyes.

"Go and see two people to see what's going on." Ahmed named the two most capable people in the bureau to see what was going on.

The two people who were named looked ugly. In the past, both of them would have been unambiguous about their missions, but things are different now. Zhang Ziqiang pierced the membrane, bah, pierced the window paper to let them understand that they would not eat or drink.

It would take ten thousand years of work to earn enough money to buy someone's life...

A group of poor losers, with a meager salary, spend all day thinking about how to protect the safety of someone whose worth is 10,000 times theirs. No one has the will to fight if this matter is placed on their head.

However, when things got to this point, it was impossible not to go. The two had no choice but to put on the most sophisticated equipment and go to the entrance of the hall. Then, their vigilant eyes scanned back and forth in the hall.

Apart from a group of hostages whose heads were dancing like spinning tops, I didn't see any other dangers.

Snap, a standard textbook tactical move, with the body half-crouched, the MP5 firmly held in the hand, and the muzzle pointed at the inside of the corridor where someone might be hiding.

The pupils of all the hostages dilated at the same time, and their bodies subconsciously curled up and hid in the corner.

"Boom!" An explosion sounded, and the fire produced by the explosion lit up the night sky, followed by billowing smoke and dust carried out by the shock wave.

When the explosion passed, the police officers who subconsciously held their heads to avoid looking towards the hall found that the door of the hall had been completely blown to pieces, and the elites of the general bureau who had just performed standard tactics had been reduced to pieces.

The negotiator stood up with trembling legs and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his head. It was just a damn close call. If his profession hadn't allowed him to have an instinctive judgment of danger and situations,

If he had just taken one more step, he would have been reduced to pieces.

Ahmed's face was extremely ugly. At this moment, he also understood what the hostages inside meant. There were a lot of bombs in there, and he would be killed if he was not careful.

This is really difficult to do.

Looking at the debris at the door and looking at the police officers who had no fighting spirit, who would dare to go in unless they figure it out clearly? He sighed heavily and turned to the deputy and said: "Let the bomb disposal experts come in, we must do it."

Find out what’s going on.”

A moment later, a bomb disposal expert wearing armor-like armor appeared. He took a few deep breaths to calm down and then took a step inside.

The bomb disposal expert is also afraid. This riot-proof suit is not 100% effective. If the yield is slightly larger, he will have to keep cool.

After all, he was a professional. Within two minutes, he found a black square-shaped explosive fastened to the ceiling. Soon, he found three more bombs in the hall, one with four bombs in front of him.

He didn't know the principle of the explosion and didn't dare to get close. He could only observe and analyze it first. Just when Ahmed looked at the expert standing motionless at the door and was anxious to death, the bomb disposal expert saw something.

After taking a step back and calling for a ladder, he found the welcome sensor. He looked closer and quickly confirmed the principle of the bomb.

He came down, took off his hat, walked up to Ahmed, and said without waiting for the other person to ask: "Four bombs have been found so far, but I'm not sure there are only four. The principle is also clear."

"Are you sure it can be dismantled?" Ahmed asked eagerly.

"I'm sure." The bomb disposal expert nodded affirmatively, "The detonation principle is infrared induction. As long as someone passes in front of the sensor, it will detonate immediately. I have to disassemble the sensor and put..."

"I don't want to know how you do it. Tell me how long it will take to do it." Ahmed interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"The good news is it can be dismantled in five minutes, but..."

"No buts, do it immediately." Ahmed waved his hand again to interrupt.

"Okay." The bomb disposal expert put on his equipment and walked up again, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes...

Ahmed was completely anxious. He was stalling for fucking time until tomorrow morning. Now he wanted to know what happened to the hostages? Where were the kidnappers?

I called the bomb disposal expert back and asked.

"I told you, it takes five minutes to dismantle one piece, which is already very fast. The later quantities can be faster, but..."

"But what?"

"The bad news is, there are a lot of bombs." The bomb disposal expert spread his hands.

Ahmed: “…”

He waved his hand and asked the bomb disposal experts to go to work. There was nothing they could do. If the bombs were not cleared, no one could do anything. They could only mobilize another bomb disposal expert from the General Administration to come over and help, using a helicopter...

After half an hour of work, more than ten hostages in the hall were rescued. Some were crying, some were laughing, and some were completely broken. But when asked later, except for the two security guards who wanted to resist at the beginning, they were all

Apart from beating them to death on the spot, the kidnappers did not do anything to humiliate them and were quite kind.

Forty minutes later, Abdul was found holding a sign with a bomb in his hand. After he was rescued, it was discovered that all the kidnappers had escaped, and the specific escape route was unknown.

Ahmed immediately looked at the other two senior executives of the bank who were called, "Does this bank have other channels to the outside world?"

"How is it possible? This is a bank. It's too late to close it. How can there be a passage to the outside world? There is only one entrance and exit." The deputy director of the bank said firmly.

"Then how did the kidnapper escape?" Ahmed's face darkened.

"Then I don't know. This is not within the scope of my knowledge. Who knows how they went to heaven and earth." The other party spread his hands, it had nothing to do with him.

"Go to the sky...go to the earth!" Ahmed muttered, and then his expression changed. It was impossible to go to the sky. Their helicopter had been patrolling nearby, so the only thing left was to go to the earth. Could it be digging a tunnel?


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