After the Pope was rescued, he felt that he had never suffered such great humiliation, so he led a group of his men to chase him.
They had been observing Zhao Wuji just now.
The reason why the troops were able to find Zhao Wuji was of course the Pope's credit. , otherwise, who could find it so quickly?
Seeing Zhao Wuji using force to fight hand-to-hand with the army, the Pope knew that he had an opportunity, and directly controlled the soldiers to self-destruct through his mental power.
It has to be said that this trick worked, and it was very lethal.
Five people from Zhao Wuji were directly injured, and the injuries were very serious.
Of course, the Pope would not miss such a good opportunity.
This was a good opportunity to save face.
"Surrender, as long as you confess your sins before God, I can guarantee that you will not die."
The Holy See said very slyly.
He has the air of an eminent monk who persuades the devil to put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.
"Damn, old man, think of yourself as an eminent monk.
Isn't your master the birdman with wings?"
Song Deyong shouted teasingly.
Zhao Wuji whispered to everyone to seize the time to recover some skills, and started talking nonsense at the same time, trying to buy some time for everyone to adjust their inner breath and recover from their injuries.
If you can, you can count on it, "Old man, what's your surname?
I don't know each other.
Please give me your name.
No, it’s easy for me to file a complaint when I get to the King of Hell, right?”
The pope was well-informed and certainly knew the exclusive nature of the term "King of Hell".
He shouted in surprise: "The people of Yanhuang are good, very good."
Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had spilled the beans.
He rolled his eyes, stood up straight and shouted: "Old man, I have a good sense.
Let me tell you, I am a native of the Yanhuang country.
I was assigned by the government.
If you have the ability, come to my country to discuss theory."
One person will drown you with spit, oh, by the way, you are so old, you probably won’t be able to fly.”
The Pope asked Zhao Wuji, a "Korean from Korea," to admit it, and broke the news that he was sent by the government.
Suddenly he was a little undecided.
If he was really sent by the government, who would say it?
The Pope lived a long life.
Considering his age, of course he is not stupid, but he is afraid that the other party is trying to cover up.
"I am from the Yanhuang country, don't talk about anything else, what do you want, let's fight again," Zhao Wuji rushed to say, with an expression that he was afraid that others would not believe that he was from the Yanhuang country.
As a result, the Pope became even more uncertain.
How could he throw dirty water on his own country?
At the same time, the Pope also thought that Zhao Wuji said this deliberately to confuse the public, but the matter was so important that it was really difficult to decide. .
"If you want to fight, then fight, if not, get out."
Zhao Wuji shouted, while trying his best to calm down the chaotic internal energy in his body.
His mental perception noticed that Cheng Gang and the four of them were not much better, with less than one level of energy left.
There was no doubt that he would die, but his face showed an awe-inspiring aura of indifference.
The Pope was very experienced in seeing through the actual situation of the five Zhao Wujis, but he did not dare to be careless.
There were people around, and the ground was full of firearms.
If there was a fight, no one was sure what would happen.
I couldn't decide for a while whether I should take action or not.
And so is Zhao Wuji.
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If this stalemate continues, there will only be more and more enemies, and he will definitely be the one who suffers, and he will not be able to escape at all.
Just as he was thinking about a solution, Cheng Gang next to him asked in a low voice: "Master, everyone's injuries will not recover for a while, what should I do?"
"What can you do in this situation?"
Zhao Wuji asked.
"We have practiced this kind of subject before when we were training in the army, but we just didn't have the opportunity to operate it.
I don't know if it will work."
Cheng Gang replied in a low voice.
"How do you tell me?"
Zhao Wuji asked quickly.
"Simple, kidnap hostages, delay for time, and act when the opportunity arises."
Cheng Gang said calmly.
Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up, he had an idea, and he whispered: "Everyone, if you see the building next to it, listen to my order, pick up the weapons on the ground, rush over, and kidnap the hostages."
Everyone had received special training in the army, and they understood how to do it as soon as it was told.
They all exchanged understanding glances and were ready.
"Old man, can you guarantee our life or death?"
Zhao Wuji suddenly looked at the Pope and said.
Seeing that everyone had obviously relaxed their guard, he suddenly whispered: "Do it."
As he spoke, Zhao Wuji rolled to the side, picked up the two guns on the ground, and rushed forward with a leap, heading straight to the building next to him.
Cheng Gang and others heard the order and followed the law, but Cheng Gang and others were more stubborn than others.
Zao Wuji was experienced.
After picking up the weapons on the ground, they divided the work tacitly.
The two of them opened fire on the Pope and others.
The remaining two picked up more ammunition and rushed towards the building.
"Da da da" bullets accurately targeted the Pope and others, frightening the Pope and others to throw themselves to the ground.
The Knights of the Round Table even threw themselves on the Pope and others, blocking the bullets with their bodies.
The bullets hit the Knights of the Round Table.
He couldn't cause much damage to his body, but the police around him were miserable.
In just a few seconds, Zhao Wuji and others rushed out of everyone's sight and arrived at the door of the building.
A hail of bullets drove all the people watching at the door into the building.
Everyone quickly occupied the door of the building and moved All the hostages in the building were subdued together.
After all, he had received special training in the army.
He not only knew how to fight against terrorism and rescue hostages, but also how to control the hostages.
In just one minute, all the dozens of people watching the excitement on the ground floor of the building were controlled.
Cheng Gang smiled with relief and kidnapped.
Taking hostages is a technical job.
Zhao Wuji said to Cheng Gang: "You take charge."
Cheng Gang was not polite, and immediately asked Li Guozhu to keep an eye on the eager policemen outside, and then ordered Song Deyong and Yuan Guoping to go upstairs, drive all the hostages to the first floor, and arranged for Zhao Wuji to keep an eye on the hostages.
Zhao Wuji happily agreed, and pointed his gun at the hostages.
If you have a hostage, in an emergency, you will die or I will die, so there is no need to be merciful.
Li Guozhu, who was staring outside, saw policemen rushing over to cover him.
He opened fire without hesitation and shot the headshots, killing three policemen on the spot.
The policemen outside did not dare to move, let alone attack for fear of being injured.
With the hostages inside, it would be a big deal.
The situation was under control, and Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.
He never thought that he would do such a thing one day.
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He couldn't help but smile bitterly.
When he saw someone among the hostages moving, he shot him unceremoniously, hitting the opponent's shoulder, coldly.
He said: "Be honest with me, next time I'll get a headshot."
Everyone screamed in fright, squatted on the ground and shivered, and did not dare to move anymore.
A middle-aged woman calmly said: "This gentleman, I am a doctor.
He was shot and needs treatment urgently.
Otherwise, his life will be in danger, please allow me to treat him."
"Oh, go ahead."
Zhao Wuji said nonchalantly.
He was not afraid of what tricks these people would play, and was happy to be a favor and let these hostages settle down.
Things were as Zhao Wuji expected.
When the hostages saw that Zhao Wuji agreed to the treatment, they knew that Zhao Wuji was not the kind of demon who kills without blinking an eye.
As long as he didn't resist, they would be fine.
They no longer had the fear they had just now.
They calmed down and stayed there honestly. , and no longer resisted.
At this time, hostages were driven out one after another, and the hall was filled with people soon.
After Song Deyong counted the number of people, he asked Yuan Guoping to look at the other hostages, and ran over to Zhao Wuji and whispered: "A total of one hundred Thirty people, but fortunately the hall is big enough, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to squeeze in. " "How are you injured?
Can you still fight?"
Zhao Wuji asked with concern.
"It's no problem to use this."
Song Deyong tightened the gun in his hand and told Zhao Wuji his true situation.
After Zhao Wuji called Cheng Gang, he said: "You two, do you think this will work?
Give the hostages to me.
Song Deyong and Yuan Guoping will be responsible for the security upstairs.
You and Li Guozhu will keep an eye on the hall."
"Okay, save your bullets.
It will take some time for the enemy to react.
Lao Song, after you go upstairs, do two things.
One, collect food and water, and two, find some communication equipment."
Cheng Gang warned. .
"I understand, don't worry."
Song Deyong replied confidently.
How to preserve oneself in difficult situations is a must-learn for special forces.
Song Deyong, as a former excellent special forces, certainly knows how to do it.
Everyone moved separately, and Cheng Gang whispered to Zhao Wuji: "I will go negotiate with them later."
"That's fine.
Anyway, we all used our internal strength to change our appearance.
Even the skull, bones, body shape and size have changed.
We're not afraid of being recognized.
However, you have to be careful of the enemy's snipers.
This thing is a bit big. , it’s better to be careful, I have to take you back the same way I brought you out.”
Zhao Wuji reminded.
"I understand, don't worry, this situation won't trouble me."
Cheng Gang replied confidently.
He had trained on similar subjects in the army before and knew what to do.
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Zhao Wuji knew the background of Cheng Gang and others, so he was naturally relieved and said nothing more.
He glanced around among the hostages, and his mental perception was released, checking for potential dangers and looking carefully.
After a long time, no suspicious persons were found, so I was relieved.
Think about it, the office building is full of office workers, and they usually stay in the office.
In peaceful times, I have only seen things like gunfights in movies.
Whenever I mentioned it in person, I would be scared to death and would not dare to resist.
A blond and blue-eyed beauty saw the look in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and suddenly raised her hand to indicate that she had something to say.
When she noticed that Zhao Wuji had paid attention, she hurriedly said: "Sir, I am a reporter.
Are you right?"
If you have any grievances, I can help you appeal."
"Shut up."
Zhao Wuji said coldly, aiming his gun at the other party.
Anyone who is a reporter or not is just a cloud.
If he is annoyed, he will still shoot him.
"Sir, society has the right to know and journalists have the right to report.
You can't treat us like this.
We are innocent and we need human rights."
The reporter plucked up the courage to say.
The eyes of the people around him became calmer when they saw Zhao Wuji, especially the young people.
Seeing that a woman dared to speak like this, they became bolder all of a sudden.
"Pa" Zhao Wuji didn't want this bad sign to spread, so he shot decisively, hitting the opponent's shoulder with one shot, and shouted coldly: "Who wants human rights, I will grant you permission."
No one dared to speak anymore, and the men who had just mustered up the courage lowered their heads, fearing that the demon in front of them would find them.
The beautiful reporter with blond hair and blue eyes looked at Zhao Wuji unwillingly, while covering the wound, throbbing in pain, but she did not use the courage just now and stopped talking.
The doctor who had finished his work looked at Zhao Wuji inquiringly.
Zhao Wuji nodded understandingly, and the doctor quickly walked over to help the reporter bandage his wound. 160420oshow7: