Civilization Guardian Front

"Under such circumstances, Obsidian Hammer is unsustainable, and more and more people can't bear the shortage of funds and leave. That's why their leaders decided to hide their identities and come to distant Japan to take hostages, hoping to earn enough for the rest of their lives squandered pension."

"Since they are still planning for the future, they have weaknesses..." She let go of the hands clasping the heads of the two terrorists, and after carefully wiping every inch of skin on her hands with a silk handkerchief, the look in her eyes The distaste slowly faded away.

"The hometown of the terrorists is the town of San Martín in Colombia's Meta province. Almost all their families, wives and children live there."

Chapter 270 Five? Negotiation

19:11

Roppongi Hills, police temporary command post...

"The town of San Martin in Colombia..." The phone was close to his ear, and Chios nodded when he heard Tifa's return.

Switching the call to loudspeaker mode, the young man quickly sent an instruction message to Arthur, the butler in Pembroke Castle.

In the country of Colombia, drug lord gangs are powerful. They bribe government officials, and those who refuse to follow their instructions will be assassinated mercilessly.

For the sake of profit, they can use violence wantonly, even if their country is bloody, they don't care.

As long as Chios issued a high bounty, within a few hours, countless members of Colombian gangs with powerful firepower would flock to San Martin to wipe out the terrorist's hometown.

A mercenary group like Obsidian Hammer might be able to fight against the other party in its heyday, but in such a down-and-out present, it is impossible for those gang leaders to be scruples.

A reward offered in the name of a wealthy South American businessman was quickly drafted and passed on to Chios.

Chios only needs to tap the "Confirm" button, and it will enter the sight of the Colombian gang leader...

"Balance this scale with the principle of mutual destruction, so that we also have bargaining chips with terrorists." With a faint smile, the young man temporarily put away the interface for releasing the reward.

During the call, Tifa went on to explain the progress of the infiltration team:

"The place where the gangsters planted the bomb has also been determined. After hacking the central data, the surveillance video will be sent to your phone simultaneously..."

"I have asked my senior sister to stay in the monitoring room. Riko will find a way to use her disguise to sneak into the 49th floor. Now I am taking Hiraga to the bomb site and preparing to dismantle it."

In this operation, after Julia's superpower played a key role at the time, there was no need to let her who was not good at fighting go deep into the enemy's line. It was better to pay attention to the movement in the building in the monitoring center and paralyze the terrorist leader through voiceprint simulation.

Of course, this kind of deception cannot be hidden from the other party for too long. At that time, Julia was specializing in psychology and superpowers, not acting.

Even if there is no accident, when the police prepare thousands of meals and the terrorists send food to the monitoring room, exposure is inevitable.

Still, it’s okay to buy a little time.

"Very good..." Inhaling the last puff of smoke, Chios flicked his fingers, and accurately threw the few cigarettes left in his hand into the water glass beside him.

"My side will soon start negotiating with the terrorist leaders to force them to disperse their forces. You can take this opportunity to complete the deployment."

"Understood." With a serious reply, Tifa ended the call.

Immediately, Misaki Sorachi, the correspondent, sent another message:

"Mr. Chios, the sniper team reported that the leader of the terrorists is located on the north side of the 51st floor..."

"The airborne team has arrived at the target location and is waiting for the signal to attack."

"Now that all the teams are in place, it's time to enter the final stage of the plan..."

Send the screenshot of the reward to the terrorist's current contact phone in the form of an email, and add a sentence "If you don't want this entrustment to be issued, let us start the negotiation with sincerity."

Chios leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the message to ferment.

...

The north side of the 51st floor of the Mori Building...

The highest corporate floor in the entire building, which belongs to the president's office, is now occupied by the mercenary group "Obsidian Hammer" and has become the base camp of the core members.

Most of the building's glass curtains use 10mm thick tempered glass.

This office overlooking Tokyo goes a step further, using six layers of polymer resin, plastic film and steel glue combined with tempered glass to create a safe area that can resist sniper rifle assassination.

A group of mercenaries earning a living in the rain of bullets, of course, it is impossible not to consider the possibility of them being sniped.

Vanessa, the leader of the Obsidian Hammer, sat comfortably on a luxurious leather seat, her legs wrapped in gray camouflage pants and military boots rested on the table, and an AK-103 rifle barrel was facing the ceiling, leaning on her right shoulder...

Years of exposure to the sun has left her rough, dark brown skin covered in tattoos.Her face, which shouldn't be ugly, is slightly ferocious due to an ugly scar on the corner of her lips, and the black hair shaved into a short inch for the convenience of fighting has even obliterated all her gentle femininity.

Her direct subordinates were sitting or standing around, making the spacious president's office suddenly seem crowded.

Many people leisurely gather together to play cards, put on headphones to listen to music, and play mobile games to enjoy themselves...

On the surface, they didn't seem to be vigilant at all times, but their respective firearms were always within reach. Coupled with their calmness and calmness when talking and laughing, they exuded the temperament of veterans who were obviously different from the terrorists on other floors.

"Tsk, I'm hungry..." Throwing the hostage's mobile phone repeatedly with one hand, Vanessa's face was full of bored emotions, and she casually shouted to other people in the office:

"Whoever has snacks, give me some!"

Whoosh!

The sound of the wind shot towards her face with a black shadow, and Vanessa directly opened her mouth and bit her.

Reaching out to take it off, it is a box of Pocky chocolate bars that have not been opened...

"Just robbed the whole vending machine, no thanks."

The terrorist who threw the snacks didn't even turn his head when he spoke, and retracted his hand after a lazy sentence and continued to play cards.

"Then I won't be polite..." Tore open the package, pulled out all the chocolate biscuit bars and stuffed them into the mouth, Vanessa patted her chest, and said vaguely:

"But I will repay my kindness, let me think about it... how about letting you touch my chest for free?"

However, the man who was sorting out his hand was completely unmoved by this.

"It's just a mass of muscle as hard as a rock, nothing to touch."

"This is really too much!"

The terrorist leader with a hurt tone but a relaxed expression was about to say something...

Ding!

The mobile phone thrown in the air suddenly beeped.

"Oh?" Vanessa raised her eyebrows in surprise.

It has been less than 10 minutes since she made a request to the police, and now there is a response?

"Haha, it can't be that those policemen are ready for our dinner, right? I didn't expect them to cook very professionally..." Smiling, Vanessa turned off the standby state of her mobile phone, and clicked on the email.

The moment she saw the content of the message clearly, the mocking words stopped abruptly.

"Bastardo! How did they figure it out so quickly!?"

The atmosphere in the president's office froze at her excited roar.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the direction of the desk.

Although the situation is not yet clear, it must be bad news that can endanger the entire staff of Obsidian Hammer if the leader loses his composure.

"Damn bastard, you actually want to threaten me back!"

Cursing with hatred, Vanessa took a deep breath to suppress the anger in her heart.

After her emotions were under control, she pressed the call button on her phone.

......

After more than ten long seconds passed, the other party answered the phone without any haste.

"Hi, is this Miss Vanessa?"

Chapter 270 Six? Heart War Attack and Defense

Temporary Police Command Post...

After the terrorist leader called, dozens of police officers, including Funakomoto Xin, and several reporters with special interview permission all focused their eyes on the handsome young man in a neat suit behind the communication station.

They were wearing earphones, and they were ready to listen to the conversation between the two through the communication sharing that Misaki Nakasora had turned on.

This is the privilege given to the on-site personnel after Chios personally approved...

Journalists who can enter the blocked area, although they are qualified to observe and record, will be immediately expelled by the police if they take actions that disrupt order and affect negotiations.

However, that's basically impossible...

Journalists stationed in Japan from the British BBC, the American CNN, and Qatar Al Jazeera all came at the invitation of the Marshall family. They know very well how to uphold impartiality and neutrality.

Including Japan's local TV Asahi and Fuji TV, they also sent the most senior personnel, and they were allowed to enter after repeatedly promising that they would not do anything insulting to the public in order to gain attention.

Otherwise, just wait to face the lawsuit initiated by the Earl of Pembroke's 300 lawyers.

Under the eyes of everyone and the camera, the young man who was the focus was still calm and comfortable. He answered the phone unhurriedly, and briefly introduced himself to the terrorist leader:

"Hi, is this Miss Vanessa?"

"I'm the person in charge of the scene who takes over from the Funamoto police inspector and is in charge of responding to everyone's requests. My name is Chios."

"Show me what this reward is asking for?" The female caller obviously didn't care about Chios' name, and asked in a cold tone.

"No why..." The young man who didn't get a friendly response didn't take the other party's rudeness to heart at all.

He picked up the mineral water on the table in front of him and unscrewed the bottle cap, moistened his mouth and throat with cool and slightly sweet water, and then gave his reply:

"Just trying to secure the basis for our negotiations between the two sides."

"Oh? You found a random place, and you want to threaten us back?"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Chios' mouth.

After seeing the exact location given in the message and the sky-high reward amount, the terrorist still had a glimmer of fantasy, hoping that he was just playing the wrong trick. Did he have no idea?

"You are joking, if I am not sure that this message will work, I will definitely not risk the safety of nearly a thousand hostages..." Chios raised his feet gracefully after picking a chair and sitting down.

"Perhaps you have an advantage in numbers, but the lives of family members, wives and children are naturally more precious than strangers, right?"

"Hahaha!" The woman laughed wildly and distortedly from the other end of the call.

"When I push ten people down from the top floor, you'll know how wrong you are!"

Hearing her words, the hearts of the policemen and reporters around the young man tightened.

However, the subtle vibrato that the terrorist leader tried his best to hide in the wild laughter failed to escape the capture of the two messengers, Sorachi and Chios.

"In this case, then I will directly announce the bounty..." Chios sighed softly, as if he believed that the other party had no sincerity in negotiating.

The wording was not intense, and the gentle and polite words ruthlessly crushed Vanessa's bluff:

"Unfortunately, I will not accept your practice of forcing concessions with a small number of lives."

"If you want to protect the safety of all your family members, you should restrain your temper and don't touch a single hair of the hostage. Because in my eyes, killing one person is the same as killing all the hostages."

"..."

The terrorists were silent for a moment.

Through earphones with good sound quality, the people present could even faintly hear the angry and suppressed breathing of the other party.

This discovery made them secretly relieved...

Even if he is not an expert in negotiation, it is not difficult to hear the gangster's inner struggle at this time, and the anger stems from his unwillingness to give in.

If not, the other party should send people to push the hostages down the stairs as they said before.

Everyone looked at the young man sitting leisurely and calmly on the chair, and couldn't help admiring his calm demeanor and bold threat from the bottom of his heart.

When both sides have devastating chips and an uncompromising outcome benefits neither, it's a classic game of chicken.

Even if everyone knows that cowardice will lose, but under the pressure of vicious gangsters who kill people at every turn, who can maintain their usual calmness?

From the perspective of the personnel at the scene, the pressure Chios endured during the negotiations should be comparable to that of terrorists, or even worse.

However, is this really the case?

(I'm not gambling...) Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the police reporters around him, and Chios shook his head secretly.

From the standpoint of the gangsters, if the negotiation fails, not only their family, wife and children will die tragically at the hands of the Colombian gangsters, but all Obsidian Hammer members in the building will also have no chance of surviving after the military and police forcibly storm the fortified area.

On the contrary, although Chios may have killed and injured a large number of civilian hostages, he himself was unscathed, and at most he would bear the blame from the public opinion.

No one but a deranged suicide attacker would think this was a good deal...

Therefore, it is not difficult to find out with a little empathy that terrorists are inherently at a disadvantage when facing Chios.

The seemingly evenly matched collision finally forced the opponent to give in, but it was actually an inevitable result after actuarial calculation.