Big Islander 2

Chapter 655 Pass

There are more than a dozen groups of militants wandering around the campus of St. Peter's University.They were all dressed in camouflage uniforms, with hoods on their heads. They were in groups of two, holding AKs in their hands.From time to time, someone will use guns to search for hostages and rush to the auditorium.

"Brother, what do you think that group of people do?" A hooded militant pointed at the playground with a gun.The other looked over quickly, and saw a group of people, big and small, lined up on the empty playground. They were jogging around the circular track, and the sound of "one two one" could be heard vaguely came.

Take a look—the two looked at each other, and rushed up with guns in hand.When they got close, the little nervousness of the two people immediately flew to the sky, because there were three little ones in the team, who looked only four or five years old; and the leader was a guy with a big head, who was running backwards , still kept shouting the rhythm in his mouth.

It seems that the whole family is exercising in the morning, but they don't know about such a big thing happening on campus. Are all the family members deaf?The two militants were confused, and then watched the big-headed man running backwards towards them until his back touched the muzzle of the gun. Then he turned around, froze for a moment, and then scratched the back of his head: "One Anti-terrorism drills are held early in the morning, which department are you from, and this gun is made to look like the real thing?"

exercise?It seems that this guy is not deaf, but that he is too neurotic, and he is completely confused—the two militants looked at the Asian man in front of them, and saw that he had a heartless smirk on his face, and he was still speaking English. It is estimated that the foreign teachers in the university have not seen the current situation clearly.

"Father, I want to take part in the exercise too, and I have to wear a black cap on my head." Tang Wawa also had a talent for acting, and acted like a baby while hugging Brother Big Tou's arm.

Tang Jide nodded vigorously, and then turned to the two militants: "Student, can I borrow your hoods for a while. Children, everything is novel to see." He and Xiao Xiami changed their appearance slightly to avoid being exposed Target.

The two brothers were a little dumbfounded by their family. They estimated how much time would be wasted if they continued to entangle, so they poked Tang Jide's waist with a gun: "This is not a drill. If you don't believe me, I will kill you right now." You have been beaten into a sieve. The entire university has been occupied by us, go to the auditorium immediately, you should be able to see many dear colleagues and students!"

Brother Datou raised his hands in shock, and the little dolls behind him followed suit. They all raised their hands obediently, and then looked at the two militants pitifully. Nature is no exception.

The two militants were a little embarrassed by the innocent eyes of the dolls, and one of them waved his hand: "Forget it, you children put your hands down—"

In this way, a group of people were successfully escorted into the auditorium of the school, and they did not know whether they cast themselves into the trap or went deep into the tiger's den.

When I entered the gate of the auditorium, my good fellow, it was like a sea of ​​people, sitting or standing in the entire auditorium, densely packed like steamed bean buns, even the aisles were full of people.It is conservatively estimated that there must be 6000 people.Among them, the most are young students, and there are also some older ones, who should be teachers or staff of the school.There are also a few small children here and there, all of whom are held tightly in the arms of adults.

Seeing this scene, Brother Datou felt that he was a bit incompetent and his acting was not professional enough. He should hold the children in his arms.

Although there were many people in the auditorium, it was deadly silent, and a dignified and terrifying atmosphere lingered on everyone, so that everyone's face was filled with panic and helplessness.

And on the rostrum at the front, stood a row of militants wearing hoods and holding weapons, pointing their guns at the dark crowd below; not only that, on the various passages of the auditorium, every ten meters, There will be a small empty field, and there will be a militant standing with a gun.These talents are the most troublesome, there are fifty or sixty in the entire auditorium, even if the best special forces descend from the sky, they cannot subdue them at the same time.

Seeing another group of hostages coming in, many people turned their heads to watch. Of course, Brother Datou couldn't disappoint them, so he raised his arm and waved it in the air a few times.

"Be honest, do you think you are welcome to give lectures on stage?" A militant angrily stabbed Tang Jide in the waist and eyes with a gun, and he wondered: With such an IQ, how could he get into a university as a foreign teacher?If so, even he could be the president of the university.

Brother Datou shrinks his neck, then bends down to pick up Tang Wawa and Tang Xiaoxiao; reporter Rondo winks, picks up Tang Lele too, and stands aside in the aisle.

"You guys sit here?" A middle-aged man stood up from the seat next to him. Although his expression was a little sad, he still looked very graceful, probably because he saw that the three dolls were too small.

As he took the lead, two more stood up beside him.Brother Big Tou couldn't help feeling warm: Seeing the truth in adversity, it seems that no matter when, the truth, goodness and beauty in human nature will not be completely suppressed by evil.

So she quickly nodded her thanks, and Tang Wa said to the middle-aged man crisply: "Grandpa, you have a big beard, you should sit down—"

The middle-aged man touched his beard and rarely showed a smile on his face. In this oppressive atmosphere, everyone felt heavy in their hearts. Perhaps only innocent children could bring people hope.

In the end, the three dolls still sat in the arms of those who gave up their seats, as if to relieve the pressure, the middle-aged man whispered to Tang Jide and the others: "How did you get caught?"

Mr. Rondo didn't see the situation clearly, and continued to follow the original set of excuses: "We are professors at this university."

The middle-aged man's jaw moved a few times, and he saw his lips through his furry beard: "I'm the vice principal here, I don't think I've seen any of them before?"

"We—" Rondo was so embarrassed, he just remembered now that this place seemed to be someone else's territory, and his words could still deceive the militants.

Suddenly, the bearded man seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole body became excited: "Could it be that you are—"

The voice seemed a little louder, but it caused a nearby militant to raise his rifle and yell loudly: "Shut up, everyone keep quiet!"

The entire auditorium regained its silence. The arrival of Tang Jide and the others was like a drop of water thrown into a lake, and everyone soon disappeared.

Time flows forward minute by minute. It seems that today its pace is extremely slow, and the people in the auditorium feel like their days are like years.Emotions such as tension, anxiety, fear, etc. rapidly fermented in the air and became more and more concentrated. It seemed that the entire auditorium was shrouded in these negative emotions, and finally could not bear it and exploded.

It wasn't until the sound of beating on the microphone came from the rostrum that the solemn atmosphere was slightly relieved, and everyone's eyes were cast on the rostrum.

I saw a guy in a suit and leather shoes standing in the center of the rostrum, and on both sides were armed men with guns.The man looked polite, with a smile on his face.But in this situation, people can't help but feel that his smile makes people feel creepy.

Brother Datou looked at people more carefully. He was sensitive to the fact that there was a fury hidden deep in the blue eyes of that person. He was definitely a murderous guy.

The man looked around the auditorium, and his eyes swept over him. Everyone felt their backs were chilly, and their hairs had the urge to stand on end.

"Gentlemen and ladies, good morning, everyone, let's start the meeting—" The man still had a smile on his face, as if he was presiding over a school opening ceremony, "First of all, please allow me to introduce myself, I am Hacha Yev, I believe many people have heard my name."

There were low exclamations in the auditorium, and they were all too familiar with this name.However, there are exceptions to everything. Mr. Rondo, a new reporter, asked Tang Jade in a low voice: "Who is this guy? Is he famous?"

Tang Jide also scratched the back of his head: "I've never heard of it—"

Regarding the conversation between the two, the vice-principal next to him was very speechless: Khachayev organized many attacks and was the number one terrorist in the federation. He didn’t even know his name. It seems that The guess just now may have been wrong, and I thought it was an undercover agent sent by the Security Bureau!

On the rostrum, Khachayev seemed very satisfied with the exclamations below, and he also enjoyed the feeling of bringing fear to them, which was even more beautiful and intoxicating than music and Pushkin's poems.After squinting his eyes and enjoying it for a while, he continued, "Where is Mr. Principal, please come to the stage. I have some demands here, please pass them on to those annoying guys outside."

Soon, under the escort of two militants, an old man with white beard and hair walked up to the rostrum tremblingly, fixed his cloudy eyes on Khachayev, and begged: "Sir, please let go of these things." Students, they are still young and have a bright future. If you really want to take hostages, please keep me."

Khachayev laughed a few times, raised his index finger and shook it: "No, we just need young people who are full of vigor, and we have no interest in dying old guys like you."

Immediately after, the two militants strapped a bomb on the ashen-faced old principal and took them out of the auditorium, while Khachayev played with the controller in his hand and looked at the people in the audience with interest: " Now let's make a game, here is a button, as long as you press it lightly, it will snap. Now passing this thing in your hands is as sacred as passing the Olympic torch. Whenever I say stop, please Whoever owns this thing pushes a button, it's just a flick of a button, I'm sure a kid can do it—"

Amidst Khachayev's wild laughter, the controllers began to be passed from hand to hand.Everyone will pass this thing out immediately, it seems that what is passed is not an object, but fear.

(End of this chapter)