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As the rightful lord, Aliya just looked away lightly from the buildings that had been damaged by the flames of war.

There used to be a bustling look here, but it has long since disappeared. Instead of searching step by step, it is better to let the local snake lead the way.

She looked at the little boss, and the little boss looked at Alia, who didn't seem to be joking, after a blank mind.

Find, find yourself?

How could it be to find yourself?

They set off from the port area this morning and penetrated the forces of more than 20 small groups that were almost [-] kilometers along the way. It only took more than two hours.

According to the speed of their convoy, they hardly stopped.

A whole huge convoy crossed the suburbs and urban areas, and the speed was only fifty or sixty kilometers per hour when the accelerator pedal was pressed to the end.

More importantly, among these forces blocking the way, [-]% are stronger than their small group.

He is just a violent gang affiliated with the Freedom Army, and the equipment with dozens of guns is not as good as that of Littlefinger.

It seems that among the forces pierced by them, several even have sharp weapons such as armored vehicles, but the end result is that a face-to-face directly becomes a lighter.

Again, when this kind of force comes out, it is estimated that the ammunition they squandered is more than their own net worth.

"I, did we have some misunderstanding..." The little boss tried hard to explain: "I don't know you!"

"We contacted yesterday." Aliya played with the sunglasses in her hand: "I asked you for a group of people, and you said that you want [-] million, and you can only export labor."

After a brief trance, the little boss woke up in shock: "Yes—it's you!"

"I remembered?"

"I'm kidding! I don't know...I...I thought you were..."

What did he think?

Of course he thought that Alia was a victim of telecom fraud, and the stinking fool came to the door and wanted to trace the source.

track down?If you have the ability to come to the door, I will directly kill your waist!

But he never dreamed that the guy who was so sincere in what he said, and who sounded like an official tone, actually meant it for real!

"Am I joking with you?" Aliya looked at him: "Two days is enough for me to earn [-] billion - US dollars, now I spend my time negotiating with you, you have to explain to me. "

"boom----"

There was a faint gunshot, and everyone was immediately on alert.

The three large shields turned around to protect Aliya, and Torov even drew a gun to the head of the little boss.

"Stop your men! Raise your hands and surrender!"

The little boss wanted to cry, but if he knew that the other party didn't pass by, but came directly to the door, then he should have been hidden and rebelled.

Don't fight to the death, and get a gun pointed at your head here?

Although I know that the most likely consequence is to be hammered like a nail by this group of tyrannical hammer-like guys, but at least there is a chance, isn't it?

Fortunately, he was directly hijacked face to face, and there was no chance to resist, and he had to be afraid that his subordinates would shoot and cause misunderstanding.

"No, it's not my people... no... I don't have..."

Rumlow trotted back, his face was a little ugly, and he seemed to be saying something while pressing the earphone.

"Boss, something went wrong."

"What's the problem." Aliya was lowering her head to peel off the candy wrapper, and handed a lollipop to Rumlow: "Do you want it?"

"No—BOSS, our rescue target has been found, but it seems to be kidnapped."

Aliya, who had just bitten the lollipop, stopped and was silent for half a second. She bit the candy in her mouth with a bang, and looked back at the little boss.

"Are you so brave?"

"I don't! I don't!!"

"Tie him up and lead the way, where is it?"

"At the corner past the street, there was a big problem. They hung Ms. Nong Lan on the window on the fifth floor. In addition, it was confirmed that there were at least ten members of the community armed with light weapons. It was a typical hostage-taking."

No wonder Rumlow feels bad. Torov is a typical Maozi team, and he is best at tackling tough situations.

When encountering obstacles, the stick sweeps, the obstacle gets bigger, the stick gets thicker-but expecting them to carry out hostage rescue missions, this is very difficult to do.

Torov is also in a hurry. If the rescue target dies, won't the 700 million ruble bonus be gone?

"I'll take you there! I'll take you there—" the little boss struggled: "Give me a chance! Please!"

Aliya looked at her watch: "There are 47 minutes left, that's three hours, and you still have twenty—oh, sorry, you only have 46 minutes."

"I-I-"

……

……

"What are you? I told you, here, we have the final say!"

The tall and thin man chopped it down with a knife, and the short cracking sound of bones, screams, and screams one after another were mixed together.

A young man next to him, still alive, yelled, picked up the stool and rushed over, but with the gunshot, he looked down at his stomach in astonishment, and fell down on his back.

Blood stains spread along his washed white shirt, gradually staining the floor red...

Obviously, what can be respected here is not order, what can be respected is not knowledge, and what can be recognized is not compromise.

They are the hopes of the former Pattani province—even the three provinces in southern Thailand and even Siam. They are talents cherished by the whole world.

But now, everyone only hates themselves for why they used to only study and study, instead of being a brave warrior who can tear these bastards into pieces.

The person in charge clutched his short legs, dripping with cold sweat and almost fainted, but even so, he was still trembling and begging the tall and thin man to let the others go.

The researcher who fell in a pool of blood also had a twin brother who looked almost identical. The latter subconsciously hugged his brother, looking in a daze.

The young attendant next to the tall and thin man moved his gun, pointed at him with a sneer, and even walked over and kicked him again, knocking him to the ground.

"Do you want to resist too? Ah? Come on!"

The latter stared blankly at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, as long as the finger was tapped lightly, he would fall down like his brother.

So...so what did I do wrong...

The phone rang, as if urgently calling for death.

The boys who were hanging up turned around and almost dropped him. The tall and thin man licked the blood stained on his hands: "I'm so annoying, cut the phone line."

As he spoke, he snatched the gun from the younger brother next to him. Obviously, the continuous abuse made him lose his mind and become more and more crazy.

"Shoot and shoot, like this—"

"Bang bang—bang—"

After three shots in a row, the poor twin brother's thigh erupted into clusters of blood, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"It looks quite innocent. Cut out his heart and liver - save the rest, be careful not to damage it. Speaking of which, the number of goods received has become less and less recently. I don't know what it means..."

In such chaos, hurried footsteps sounded, and a group of wolves and tigers rushed into the building, blocking the entire building.

Rumlow and Torov didn't even bother to push the door. They kicked the glass door to pieces with one kick, and a bunch of subordinates rushed in behind them.

Hearing the gunshots, the little boss saw the bloody scene in front of him, his feet went limp...

He was not afraid of bloody scenes, and the one who caused the most bloody scenes in this block was himself.

But he knew that he might not be able to explain this matter to Aliya today.

"Kane! I￥&%￥...%&￥——"

Cursing all kinds of dialect slang and swear words angrily, the little boss rushed forward and kicked the tall and thin man to the ground, punching and kicking him viciously.

Aliya frowned and walked into the hall. There were originally more than 200 people in the laboratory, but only forty or fifty people came to work at this time.

The smell of blood filled the entire customer service hall. The technicians who should be treated and respected because of their knowledge are now huddled in the corner like quails.

The medical soldiers followed up and quickly checked the related wounded. There were two gunshot wounds and two severed limb injuries. The scene was chaotic.

"Boss, one has suffered severe blood loss and needs a blood transfusion immediately, otherwise his life will be in danger. The other probably injured his internal organs. Our medical facilities here are unable to perform surgery on them."

"Where is the nearest hospital?"

"From the map, it's the commercial area controlled by the Free Army."

"Go in an armored vehicle, let them provide treatment, and if my staff dies, I will kill them."

Aliya's eyes were cold: "Search the entire block according to the list, find all the employees and their families in the laboratory, and prepare to evacuate."

"Yes--"

At this time, Aliya was free to look at the instigator of these things, the tall and thin man who had been beaten badly.

"He's your subordinate." Aliya took out Rumlow's Colt python revolver, grabbed the little boss by the hair, and stuffed the muzzle of the gun directly into his mouth.

"Give me an explanation, and see if I accept it."

"I-I didn't let him do it! I didn't! He did it himself! Don't shoot!"

"Well, it's reasonable." Aliya took out the muzzle of the gun.

The little boss's heart was beating violently, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, thank you..."

"boom----"

The gunshots sounded, and the operators turned their gazes around, and then turned back as if nothing had happened, continuing to guard the left and right.

The little boss clutched his palm, screamed hysterically, and yelled why.

"You told me not to shoot, and I made my own decision, so I said it was reasonable."

Aliya looked around, and her eyes moved to the window. The three younger brothers were holding a rope, and the other end of the rope was tied to the leg of a table.

The rope was still shaking, and the three younger brothers were stared at by the gun-wielding operatives, not daring to move, and their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat.

"Pull people up." Aliya waved her hand: "The hands and feet of these guys are all broken, Torov!"

"Boss?"

"Have someone build a platform at the street corner, and we'll hang them up later." Aliya walked to the window and glanced, pointing not far away: "That direction, I—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Miss Nong Lan had just been pulled up and was staggering and unable to stand still. The tall and thin ones who had been beaten to the ground and howled turned over one by one.

Unexpectedly, he picked up a coconut knife from nowhere, grabbed the opponent in front of him with his backhand, and the speed of the movement was surprising.

Originally, the two operators next to each other were going to shoot, but when they saw Aliya besides the hostage beside the other party, they abruptly stopped their guns for fear of ricochets.

Their firearms are very powerful and have amazing penetrating power. When the trigger is pulled in this kind of room, the bullets may ricochet several times.

So it's still the same sentence, Torov's team is suitable for tough battles, and it really doesn't have the expertise of hostage rescue...

But no matter how he has no expertise, Torov will be pissed off by his subordinates—how could he still be hijacked face to face? !

Miss Nong Lan was still in shock, she only felt her neck getting cold, and she was being grabbed like a chicken.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The tall and thin man was bleeding from his nose, his eyes were scarlet, and he seemed to have some mental problems: "Get out of here!"

Why do some people think that holding a knife can threaten at least 30 operators with guns in the room?

Torov lowered his gun: "Man, calm down, put down the knife, don't do stupid things!"

"Don't force me!" The tall and thin man yelled hysterically, with veins popping up on his forehead, "Get the hell out of here! Let me go!"

Aliya didn't look at him, but looked at the young lady who was in a trance: "Are you Miss Nong Lan?"

The young lady refocused her eyes: "I, I am——you are—"

"I'm Alia, your future boss, I'll pick you up to work, the 996 kind."

Speaking of which, Aliya showed a warm smile, then took out the previous revolver, opened the revolver magazine and poured out all the bullets.

"Don't worry, I'm here—hey, the one with the knife, let's make a bet, if you win, I'll let you go, okay?"

The tall and thin man seemed to have grasped at straws: "What are you talking about? You are serious!"

"I don't need to lie to you. Your life is worthless to me. As long as you don't hurt my employees, everything is fine."

Aliya stuffed a bullet into the rotary magazine, closed it with her hands, and let it spin several times without even looking at it.

"Have you heard of roulette?" Aliya gestured to the gun in her hand: "I only have one bullet."

Torov was dumbfounded, what is the boss doing?