Civilization Guardian Front

Wanting to understand this, Riko continued to focus on the important tasks in front of her, and pressed a piece of skin-color jelly like a mask on the face of the female staff who dared not move.

The jelly is quickly deformed, and the outline of its facial features is printed...

I took out a perfume bottle, pressed my index finger and sprayed it evenly, the mask hardened within tens of seconds, forming a mask similar to the other face.

Take off the mask, cut appropriate gaps in the eyes, nose, and mouth with a tactical dagger like a carving knife, then press your own face, insert fillers where necessary, and then use foundation to soften the skin color difference at the junction, Reinforce according to the makeup characteristics of the female staff...

Riko, who was a beautiful blonde girl not long ago, became a different person in just 3 minutes.

The essence of cross-dressing is not to be 100% identical in appearance. Even relatives can only be identified by a few prominent features in appearance.

The real details are temperament and sound.

However, the gangster who was not familiar with the female staff could not leave a deep impression on this.

"Say a few words to me in a low voice."

The woman lowered her volume and said something casually, and Riko, who is proficient in voice-changing skills, quickly deduced the other party's voice.

She imitated the voice of a female staff member and shouted to the dressing room in English:

"I'm sorry, please give me another minute..."

Hearing this, the criminals guarding the door immediately questioned:

"why?"

Accompanied by the voice, there is also the sound of the metal "clang" of pulling the trigger, and the meaning of guard and murderous intent are undisguised.

The face of the female staff suddenly lost its color due to fear.

Although, the vicious deterrence of terrorists should not be of any use to the girl in front of her...

But at this moment, Riko, like an ordinary person, was so tense and stiff.

Her answering voice was also trembling:

"My mother is sick in bed, I...I don't know if I have a chance of surviving today...I want to record a voice for her, please!"

The trembling begging with humble words, and not too much time, as long as there is a little bit of humanity in your heart, you can't bear to refuse.

"Move faster!"

Even though there was an unhappy shout from the dressing room, the other party did not step in after all.

After successfully experimenting with the voice-changing results, Riko, who bought a little extra time by the way, returned to normal in an instant.

She quickly scanned the information on the woman's employee card and remembered it. Finally, after confirming that there were no obvious flaws in her dress with a small mirror, she glanced at the woman shivering in the corner of the cubicle with nothing else on her body except underwear.

"Stay here, don't go out..." Instructed, the girl threw the uniform she changed to the other party.

"After the crisis is resolved, the police will enter the building to search for and rescue you. When the time comes, identify yourself to them and you can go home."

The female staff stared blankly at the girl's high school uniform in her hand, not knowing whether to wear it or not...

Without saying anything, Riko, who had a task in hand, pushed open the compartment door. Her disguised face was very similar to that of the female staff, showing a trace of panic appropriately.

Coupled with the slightly teary corners of her eyes, retracted shoulders, and hesitant steps, her expression shows her powerlessness to the status quo.

As soon as he walked out of the women's dressing room, the terrorists on the side quickly cast a scrutinizing gaze.

The eyes, which were not kind at first, became even more menacing after narrowing them.

"Yeah, sorry for wasting your time..."

Riko, who still had some tear stains on her face, quickly blushed under the silent pressure.

She pressed her bare hands to her chest, as if she had finally calmed down, and forced a smile at the gangster.

"And...thank you for giving me the chance to leave my last words to my mother."

Faced with the gratitude from the hostages he held, the gangster looked away with a slightly complicated mood.

"No next time, let's go."

Chapter 270 Nine? Going to the appointment alone

The gangster who led the female staff back to the office hadn't arrived at the door when he accidentally discovered several companions of Obsidian Hammer in the corridor, holding guns and drinking hostages to enter the elevator in batches.

"Don't be slow, move quickly!"

"Thank God for giving you a chance to live, get out!"

Whenever the elevator doors opened, people with surprises on their faces, without the need for the terrorists to open their mouths, immediately scrambled into it.

No matter how you look at it, these people don't seem to be forced to transfer, but rather they are being released...

Looking at the scene in front of him, the terrorists who didn't know the situation couldn't hide their confusion.

"You go back..." He raised his chin to indicate the location of the office, and ordered the female staff behind him to leave.

Hearing this, the expression of the woman who originally had a gleam of hope in her eyes quickly dimmed.

"yes..."

Envious to the point of jealousy, she looked deeply at her colleague in front of the elevator. She hesitated to speak several times, but finally she could only lower her face and walk into the room in a daze.

Her obvious loss, in the eyes of others, did not feel the slightest disobedience at all...

Missing the chance of escape, it is considered good that this woman did not collapse on the spot.

Until the figure of the female staff member disappeared behind the door, no one noticed that her face covered by the shadow of her bangs was actually sniggering silently.

Seeing the woman leaving safely, the terrorist who was full of doubts came forward with confidence and asked his companion:

"Fernandez, are you... releasing people?"

"Yes, Hosea..." The gangster whose name was called shrugged and replied:

"The leader didn't know what conditions he negotiated with the police, but he agreed to release half of the hostages."

"Are you kidding me!?"

The companion's eyes widened suddenly, making Fernandez burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, I couldn't believe it when I first heard it..."

"463 people, no more and no less...I think the leader must have made a good deal."

...

19:20

The main entrance on the first floor of the Mori Building...

"It's really fast."

After taking a sip of the canned coffee he bought from the beverage vending machine, Chios turned his face sideways as if he had noticed something, and looked through the glass to the inside of the building.

After he ended the call with the terrorist leader, but 5 minutes...

In the empty hall after the tourists were evacuated, ten tough gunmen arrived from the 51st floor first.

Immediately, the high-speed elevator full of hostages began to descend from floors 49 and 50.

Ding...

The elevator door opened, and corporate employees in suits and suits walked out.

Naturally, they first set their sights on the gate...

A police car with flashing red lights and a line of police officers came into view.

At the same time, automatic doors slide towards the sides...

Accompanied by the cool night wind outside, the tall and handsome young man walked into the hall unhurriedly.

"Good evening, on behalf of the police I would like to welcome you all..."

He casually threw the empty can into the trash can ten meters away, looked at the people in front of him with deep purple eyes, and said in a gentle and elegant tone:

"You can go home now."

Hearing this sentence, the employees of the company in the Mori Building were in a daze for a while.

(Is that how we were released?) Thinking of this, their eyes turned red.

Many people covered their faces with their hands and sobbed in a low voice, their excitement was beyond words.

Not long ago, they were still trembling under the guns of terrorists, wondering if they would have the chance to see their families again...

No one could have imagined that the negotiations, which usually last for several hours, would make progress so quickly.

Many people had this kind of question in their hearts, and turned their faces with some hesitation, looking at the terrorist holding a rifle behind him.

I saw that although the opponent was holding a gun in his hand, his index finger didn't catch the trigger, and he didn't even pay attention to them, but stared closely at the young man at the gate.

"Are you Chios who negotiated with the leader?"

"That's right."

Under the watchful eyes of the terrorists, Chios reached into his arms, took out a passport and threw it over.Subsequently, the mobile phone dialed Vanessa's contact number and pressed the PA button.

beep... beep...

After two dial tones, the call is picked up.

"Hello? I kept my promise and let half of the people go. You guys better not play tricks..."

"I'm already here..." Chios replied lightly, interrupting the woman's opening remarks with hidden anger.

"Now the call is on loudspeaker, please tell your direct subordinates, don't suspect that I am a fake."

"Tch, there's no one else but you in this bastard tone that thinks it's calm!"

Perhaps thinking of being threatened by the young man in turn, Vanessa yelled at the phone and hung up angrily.

The woman's rude curse resounded throughout the hall...

"Can you hear me well enough?"

Putting away the phone indifferently, Chios asked.

"It's really clear enough..." The leader of the gangster nodded.

After briefly reading the information on the passport, his eyelids twitched slightly.

"As a great British aristocrat, you don't want to enjoy the glory and wealth, and you actually voluntarily exchanged for the Japanese as a hostage?"

Hearing his words, everyone present except the young man was stunned.

"Any questions?"

Seemingly not understanding the other party's confusion at all, Chios asked casually.

"You...forget it, it's nothing..." The terrorist who wanted to say something else shook his head and sighed, and gave up the topic.

There is no common language between the blood-licking mercenaries and the high-ranking nobles...

Focusing back on the business, he scanned Chios' outfit up and down...

The tailor-made full suit doesn't look like it can hide weapons at first glance, and any slightly bulky items will stand out exponentially if placed inside.

Having said that, he still dare not be careless when it comes to the life and death of the Obsidian Mercenary Group.

"You don't have a weapon with you, do you?"

"As you can see."

While speaking, Chios took off his suit jacket without any hesitation, opened his arms slightly, and calmly faced ten dangerous men with guns.

When wearing a jacket, the armpits and waists where knives and firearms are most likely to be hidden. Apart from neat clothes, there are no other external items.

"Mobile phone, watch, passport, wallet, that's all I have on me."

No matter how I looked, I didn't see any terrorists suspected of being armed, and I didn't go forward to search him.

How can a person who doesn't carry a gun pose any threat at all?

"Okay..." The leader of the gangster nodded slightly, indicating that there is no problem.

Although no contract was made, both parties kept their promises.

One side released half of the hostages, and the other side went to the appointment unarmed.

"As agreed, the hostages can now leave."