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Chapter 60 Performance
As soon as they entered the hotel, the reporters found a beautiful little girl, who should be the Miss Imma mentioned by the robbers. She was accompanied by her mother to welcome them, and of course Mr. the masked robber.

"Happy birthday, Miss Imma, this is my present." A white reporter very gentlemanly delivered a small gift to Imma.

"Thank you, sir. Please." Imma's mother was struggling to invite the white reporter into the banquet hall. She now has three questions, who am I, where am I, and what am I doing.

The reporters handed gifts to Imma one by one, and soon behind Imma there was a pile of gifts. The little girl who saw it rolled her eyes with a smile, thinking that Mr. Robber is really a good person.

"Major Vicente, Consulate General of the British Empire, come to the banquet." The man in black outside the door shouted. This was agreed, and if there are guests with other identities, they need to be notified in advance.

Vicente looked around curiously, and accepted the security check of the men in black. He was only here to hear news and did not carry a weapon. Moreover, he came to a little girl's birthday party, and gifts were more suitable than weapons.

"Beautiful Miss Imma, this is the pottery I brought from England. It's a beautiful pony. Do you like it?" Major Vicente bent over and handed over a delicate pony.

"Ah, is it the handmade pottery from St. Ives? Thank you, Mr. Major." Imma even mentioned the place of origin of the pony, and it seems that she really likes pottery.

Vicente looked at the lively Imma and seemed to see a daughter in China, but when he heard Imma tell the origin of the pony, his heart moved. It seemed that the little girl's family was not simple.

Zuo Zhong also took a serious look at the little girl for the first time. Like her mother, the clothes on her body seemed to be custom-made by hand, and the jewelry on her body was not cheap.

It seems that he is still a small local tyrant, Zuo Zhong didn't take it seriously, anyway, after this incident, he has nothing to do with these hostages, and will never see them again.

Major Vicente nodded emphatically to Zuo, and then entered the hall. Zuo Zhong winked, and soon two men in black followed.

"Mr. Robber, what if you arrest Mr. Major?" Imma turned her head and asked curiously, causing her mother to quickly cover her mouth in fright.

Zuo Zhong patted her head: "Of course not, all the guests who came here today are guests, how can we arrest the guests."

Master Yima nodded: "That's good, then I don't need to ask Mr. Robber to forgive him."

Imma's mother turned pale with fright, Zuo Zhong laughed dumbly, she was such a clever little girl, touched her head again, and continued to welcome the guests.

Before seven o'clock, all the guests had arrived, and the man in black closed the door and walked back to the hotel, leaving behind the melon-eating crowd.

"This is really a hero, look at this calm and unhurried energy, even a Liangshan hero is nothing more than that." A melon-eating crowd was amazed.

Someone disagreed with his opinion: "I think it looks like 46 Friends of Wagang Village, Wagang Village. They came out for the people who were killed in the Northeast. It's so righteous!"

"Hey, there is nothing good about these little Japanese. In the early years of the Eight-Power Allied Forces, they and the Germans did the most bad things. A bunch of things that have sons without assholes."

Why did these people hijack the Liuguo Hotel? There have been rumors in the city of Beiping for a long time. Anyway, the Japanese and the red-headed assan guards died. Everyone should give a thumbs up to this matter and say: hero.

The hero Zuo Zhong was a little disappointed at this time, feeling that it was still too hasty, only dozens of newspapers and media were present, and if reporters from Shanghai and Jinling arrived, there must be more than these.

Forget it, dozens of major newspapers are enough for the time being, wait until the momentum is built, and then find a way to create a few hot spots.

Zuo Zhong led Imma and her mother into the banquet hall, and the guests applauded one after another. Among other things, the top drinks at the banquet were worth the fare.

It was Major Vicente who had a strange look on his face. Did he know that Mr. Consul is the honorary shareholder of the Six Nations Hotel? If he were to see these extravagant drinks, he would probably have a heart attack.

Thinking of this, Vicente smiled, picked up a glass of eight-year-old Golden Bell whiskey and drank it in one gulp. It tasted really good, and quickly asked the waiter to pour another glass.

Zuo Zhong stepped onto the stage in the banquet hall and said a joke in front of the microphone: "Thank you everyone for coming to Miss Yima's birthday party, even though there are many friends who are not so happy."

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed. The hostages had been in contact with the masked man for so long, and they had mixed feelings about him. In conclusion, he was a crazy artist, but an artist who could kill people.

"Here, I would like to thank the embassies of various countries for their sponsorship of fresh vegetables and fruits, oh yes, and the spectacular birthday tower. Let us once again thank those generous and kind people."

"Whoa, whoa."

Major Vicente smiled helplessly. This guy is really speechless. Forget about vegetables, fruits and those cakes are not cheap. Those officials don’t know how angry they will be when they find out.

"Well, these damn robbers even brought out Johnnie Walker." Major Vicente hurriedly picked up another glass of fine wine and slowly tasted it. Well, if possible, he would give the masked man some preferential treatment.

"I know that the journalists have a lot of questions. I'll let someone take you to see some things and take some photos. I think your boss wants to point a revolver at your head."

The reporters smiled wryly. The newspapers had already issued a death order, and they had to find some explosive and eye-catching content, otherwise they wouldn't have come all together.

After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, the man in black invited the guests to the various entrances and exits, and let them have a close look at those irascible little guys. As long as they don't move their hands, they can take pictures casually.

Looking at the flashing flash, listening to the clicking sound, Zuo Zhong smiled triumphantly behind the mask. What news is more exciting than going into the middle of the robbers to shoot.

Zuo Zhong was very enthusiastic and thoughtful: "Everyone, don't worry, let's go to those load-bearing columns to take a look. I also prepared some reference objects for you there, so that you can clearly compare the volume."

Major Vicente mixed in with the reporters and gasped. These bastards, with so many dangerous goods, do they want to blow up the Liuguo Hotel?

Fortunately, the Japanese became scapegoats yesterday, otherwise I would never see my lovely daughter again. Mr. Major felt chills on his back, the Japanese are really good people.

Zuo Zhong then pulled Gui Youguang over, posed for him, and warmly invited the reporters again. The host must satisfy the guests.

"Come on, everyone, don't hesitate to take pictures. This is my most powerful assistant. Look at how strong his muscles are, look at the Thompson submachine gun in his hand, and look at the grenade on his waist."

The reporters surrounded Gui Youguang and snapped pictures, no matter how vicious they were, the readers must feel the terror of the robbers, so as to conflict with their mildness of hosting a dinner party to create drama.

Gui Youguang was a little shy at the beginning, but he became more and more relaxed as he patted. He followed the reporters' instructions and posed fearsome poses. He himself was quite happy.

Major Vicente glanced back and forth at the weapon. It was well maintained, with sufficient ammunition, great power, and strong firepower. The more he looked at him, the more guilty he felt.

First of all, these people are definitely not short of money, and they have definitely undergone military training. They are standing in a position that just surrounds the guests faintly, and at the same time is not so conspicuous.

Vicente can guarantee that as long as his people make any changes, the howl of the Chicago typewriter will sound here in the next second, and they will have absolutely no chance to fight back.

Did the robbers really want to expose the evil deeds of the Japanese to the world? Vicente was a little skeptical for a while, but he soon felt relieved that it was none of his own business. Isn’t the whiskey good?

The reporters returned to the banquet hall contentedly. With these things, they can complete their tasks. No, it should be said that they can complete their tasks perfectly. The next step is to enjoy fine wine and food.

The small band formed by the hostages played music, the guests were all polite and told each other the latest news, and the reporters also focused their attention on the hostages.

"Sir, I am a reporter from the British Morning Post. Are you a hostage? What do you think of this hijacking?"

"Impressions? Those Japanese dwarves raised by dogs, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't be here at all! Of course, I still like to attend such a banquet."

"I understand, these robbers, what kind of people do you think they are, I will keep you anonymous."

"Anonymous? I, Randy, don't need that thing. I think these robbers have the spirit of grand robbers, and at the same time, they don't lack the bottom line and morality they should have."

"Mr. Randy, can you be more specific?"

"Of course, they provided us with enough food, water and some privacy, and except at the beginning, they didn't use violence afterwards, and they were even very gentle."

"So that's the case, then what do you think of the masked man?"

"A gentleman, a standard gentleman, please forgive me for saying this, but I admire his courage, wisdom, and kindness. If possible, I would do things for him."

"Uh, Mr. Randy, do you mean to be a robber with him? Which country are you a citizen of?"

"Americans, what's the matter, do you have a problem with us Americans? You british bastard."

Zuo Zhong looked at the scene over there, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then chatted with the reporters at the side, maybe they knew enough about the robbery, and instead asked him his opinion on some events.

"What do you think of Mustache being elected Chancellor of Germany?" A reporter suddenly asked.

Zuo Zhong thought for a long time, and answered seriously: "This will be a disaster, no matter for the people of the world or the people of Germany."

The reporter was a little puzzled, because from the mainstream point of view of the world, some of Mustache's policies are still good, and the international community is also happy to see their success, except for the red giant bear.

"Sir, can you tell me more about it?" Major Vicente walked out of the crowd with a serious face.

Zuo Zhong was overjoyed, he said so much, he did so much, just to create hot spots, and now the most popular thing is the mustache, he must rub it.

(End of this chapter)