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Chapter 181 Gangster (Please vote for me and subscribe)
The reporters' cameras were filming Zhang Zhidong's back from a distance.

The gangsters were wearing bulletproof suits and sitting in the unfinished building in a place where they were not easily hit by snipers.

Just in case, they also held a few smoke bombs in their hands for easy use when changing positions midway.

The hostages in the unfinished building may be detonated by them at any time, and there are too many gangsters. The snipers cannot target these shrewd gangsters well, and the commanders dare not act rashly for fear of hurting the children.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The unarmed Zhang Zhidong walked upstairs step by step with a sullen face.

He was angry that gangsters would strap dangerous bombs to such a young child.

He doesn't understand why gangsters have so much ill will toward police officers who work hard for social stability.

"Zhang Zhidong, put your hand up, put your bag down, and turn around a few more times." A horn sounded from the third floor.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Zhidong put down his bag cooperatively.

He raised his hand and spun around a few times.

"Okay, that's it." After confirming that Zhang Zhidong didn't have any weapons on him, the gangsters began to shout stop.

What does it feel like to die?
Zhang Zhidong was a little dazed for a moment.

He was ready to trade his own life for the hostage's.

"Very good, you come up now empty-handed. When you come up, we will defuse the bombs on the hostages." The gangsters continued to shout through the loudspeakers.

Zhang Zhidong continued to walk up.

He began to think in his mind what to do if the gangsters did not act as they promised, what if they felt that their death was imminent, and thought that taking away themselves was not enough, so what if they took another child with them on the road.

Thinking of these, Zhang Zhidong tried to calm his mind.

At least the child must be rescued.

He would never tolerate the situation where he lost his life and his children were buried with him.

At this moment, Zhang Zhidong hoped for the first time that there could really be spiritual bodies and souls in the world.

What if something goes wrong in the end?

If he is dead, the hostages are dead, and the gangsters will certainly not survive.

When the time comes, he will transform into a spirit body.

Even if the price is to accompany the gangsters' spiritual bodies to hell, Zhang Zhidong will definitely hold them down personally, control them, and press them towards hell.

He would never tolerate such a thing as burying an innocent child.

Now the entire unfinished building is under surveillance by gangsters, and colleagues cannot enter.

Unless Zhang Zhidong sends the child out safely, the sniper will not be able to shoot.

One step, two steps, he was getting closer and closer to the third floor.

There was no time for him to think about whether he was alive or dead.

What matters is the child, the life of this innocent hostage.

"Not bad! I'm almost on the third floor now. Where is the child?" Even in such a nervous situation, Zhang Zhidong's voice was still powerful.

The child's crying has stopped.

The camera outside was still filming in the distance, and the conversation between Zhang Zhidong and the gangster was broadcast outside through the loudspeaker.

It reached the ears of Zhang Zhidong's colleagues, the earphones of the wealthy family members, the netizens, and the audience before the TV live broadcast.

"It's in the dead corner of the wall on the right side of the stairs on the third floor. You can see it when you come up." Another gangster said angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked a stone hard towards the stairs.

Seeing the pebbles falling to the ground, Zhang Zhidong turned around.

Judging from the size of the stone, the speed at which it was kicked, and the sound of it falling to the ground, what the gangsters said must be true.

He continued to climb the steps step by step.

Reporters in the distance are worried, colleagues are worried, and most netizens are also worried.

It's ridiculous to say that.At this time, there is actually a wave of doubts on the Internet about Zhang Zhidong's directing and acting.

As Zhang Zhidong's blurred figure in the live TV broadcast became increasingly unclear, netizens became more and more skeptical.

Hot searches dominate the list.

Conspiracy theorists jumped out from under the headlines.

"It's not hype, is it?"

"I will definitely not die in the end."

"Self-directed and acted, establish his tall character design, a tall and strong character design."

"It's been a long time and I haven't seen the bomb actually explode."

"I didn't see any real swords or guns, let alone where the prisoner was."

"I also think it might be fake."

All kinds of doubts came one after another.

More and more people gave them likes, and the onlookers finally gradually lost their patience.

"Is he afraid of death? He just rushes forward and fights hard."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought it was really great, but I was still afraid of death."

"The lives of innocent people are still no match for his own life."

"No more attention, I'm going to play games."

"It really involves your own life, that's all."

"Those previous incidents have blown Zhang Zhidong off so much, I think it might be an exaggeration."

"Yes, we didn't realize how powerful he was."

A large number of people who believe what is true have also begun to speculate on conspiracy theories.

A certain blog server even crashed due to this.

Finally, Zhang Zhidong slowly walked up to the third floor.

In his sight, several gangsters and children who were tired of crying and fainted from fear were two meters away from him.

He doesn't know what kind of bloody storm the online public opinion has stirred up, and he doesn't care.

The gangsters held guns they obtained from unknown sources and aimed at Zhang Zhidong with a smile.

"I can give you my life. You need to disarm the bomb on the child first." Zhang Zhidong looked at the gangsters with a serious face.

Facing those cold muzzles, his eyes did not dodge at all.

"Please ensure the safety of your children." Zhang Zhidong said and began to look at the terrain around him with his peripheral vision.

He didn't know whether the gangster would be obedient and fulfill the agreement truthfully.

But as a professional criminal police officer, you have to take the best action even in the worst situations.

"Okay, it's really touching. He is indeed a good policeman of the people." The gangster, who was the thinnest, used the remote control to increase the volume of all the speakers to the maximum.

The dark psychology expands more and more.

The thrill of committing a successful crime swept through the gangsters' bodies and minds.

They had been waiting in the cell for who knows how long for this day.

In order to plan the success of this bloody "farce", they did not know how much brainpower, manpower and material resources they used.

Whether it was the selection of the venue, the on-site layout, or the planning and arrangement, they made everything perfect without any flaws.

They wanted everyone to hear the sound of bullets, explosions, and Zhang Zhidong's screams when Zhang Zhidong was about to die.

"Little Six, quickly disarm the bomb and disarm this child." The oldest of the gangsters spoke.

(End of this chapter)