"Hey, don't be nervous, my friend."
A relaxed greeting came from the darkness.
A young man wearing dark Combat Uniform waved to A Kun.
His eyes were shining, he was holding Dagger in his hand, and his steps were as light as a nocturnal cat.
A Kun was frightened and angry, pointing his gun directly at the opponent:
"Who the hell is your friend! Tell me, you were hiding behind me just now. What did you want to do?"
The visitor shrugged indifferently and turned out a dazzling Knife Flourish on his fingertips:
"What do you want to do? Of course, it's to monitor whether you listen to our President."
"If your hands were shaking and you pressed the wrong key just now, my knife would directly cut off Carotid Artery, and then blood would shoot out..."
"That's enough, Flying Shadow, put the knife away."
A steady voice suddenly sounded.
Fang Cheng spoke up at the right time to stop the confrontation between the two of them that might have gone off at any time.
Flying Shadow heard this, turned his wrist, and the silver Dagger instantly slipped into his sleeve.
He explained to Fang Cheng with an innocent face:
"President, I just said hello to my future new colleague. I really didn't mean to scare him."
"Oh, scare me?"
A Kun lost his temper and sneered:
"With this broken knife in your hand, if you can make a cut on me, you will win!"
Flying Shadow raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and there was a hint of eagerness to fight in his eyes:
"Okay, after tonight's matter is over, we will make an appointment to practice."
A Kun immediately retorted:
"Okay, then I will beat you until you don't even recognize your mother!"
"A Kun, shut up and back off!"
Pei Tianci saw the clues and immediately scolded in a deep voice, interrupting his men's provocation.
Fang Cheng ignored the bickering between the two, pointed at the young man in front, and introduced to Pei Tianci:
"His name is Flying Shadow, and he is an elite member of our organization Operations Department."
Flying Shadow walked forward, looking familiar, and waved to the people at Red Devil Mercenary Group:
"Hello, everyone will eat from the same pot from now on. Please take care of me."
Pei Tianci heard this, his eyes flashed slightly behind his lenses.
He could feel Danger's Aura from this young man named Flying Shadow.
The opponent had been lurking behind A Kun and A Mang just now, and they, a group of experienced veterans, were unaware of it.
It can be seen that his strength is by no means ordinary.
"Nice to meet you."
Pei Tianci then replied cautiously.
A Mang on the side also nodded as a response.
As for A Kun, he just let out a soft hum from his nasal cavity, obviously still a little unconvinced.
Although both sides are still somewhat wary, the situation has generally calmed down and the tense atmosphere just now is gone.
Fang Cheng Seeing this, he had been secretly accumulating strength, ready to use his hands to hurt others at any time, and then he really relaxed.
He is not God.
If Pei Tianci was really determined to Mutual Destruction and detonate the bomb just now, he was not 100% sure that he could save Zhou Xiumei before the fire Devouring all happened.
Fortunately, he won this psychological battle.
At the same time, Old Wolf and Xiao Bei, who were squatting among the hostages, also let out a sigh of relief.
President being able to absorb these gangsters without any bloodshed is naturally the best result.
At least the bomb detonation was avoided and the situation did not slip into an irreversible situation Abyss.
"A Kun, A Mang, go help Sanchai and Du Juan up and treat their wounds."
Pei Tianci arranged the aftermath in an orderly manner and resumed the style of captain Mercenary.
"Yes, boss."
A Kun and A Mang immediately put away Firearms, ran over quickly, and helped their companions lying on the ground.
Pei Tianci turned around and looked directly at Fang Cheng's blood-red Evil Spirit Mask:
"Boss, since we have taken your life money, we understand the rules. You can tell us what to do next."
At this moment, his attitude has completely changed, and he has completely assumed the role of subordinate and employee.
Fang Cheng nodded slightly with satisfaction and said:
"The best way to deal with those Mouse hiding in the gutter is to lure them out and then catch them all."
Pei Tianci eyes flash:
"What do you mean?"
Fang Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly behind the mask, pretending to be mysterious:
"Next, I hope you can cooperate with me and perform a play first."
"Acting?"
Pei Tianci looked puzzled and said:
"What should we do? Boss, please give us specific instructions."
"No rush."
Fang Cheng turned his attention to the two injured not far away:
"Before doing anything, I need to let my employees have the strength to work."
At this time, A Kun and A Mang were squatting next to Sanchai.
The two of them looked at their unconscious companion and were in a panic.
Sanchai The two arms were twisted at a twisted angle and were pulled down weakly. It was obvious that the shoulder joint was dislocated.
"Hey, Sanchai, wake up."
A Kun didn't know where to start treating the injury, so he slapped Sanchai's cheek, making a crisp popping sound.
I hope he can wake up and tell himself what's wrong with him.
"Stop shooting!"
Du Juan stood up holding his bruised neck, his voice a little hoarse due to Vocal Cords's damage:
"His shoulder joint has been pulled free. If you shake it around like this, it will aggravate the torn nerves and ligaments around the joint."
"I'm here to help him heal."
Fang Cheng said, stepping forward.
Seeing the tall figure gradually approaching, Du Juan couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She quickly took two steps back and took the initiative to get out of the way.
It seemed like he was recalling the scene where he had that big hand clamping around his neck and his whole body was hanging in the air, unable to breathe.
That suffocating feeling still enveloped her like a nightmare.
A Kun was originally complaining about A Mang's clumsiness, but when he saw Fang Cheng approaching, he quickly shut his mouth and stepped aside obediently.
There is no way, the sense of oppression is too strong.
Just imagine what it would feel like if a powerful Godzilla suddenly stood next to you?
A Kun This is how I feel now, I don't even dare to take a breath.
Fang Cheng squatted down, pinched the acromion on the right side of Sanchai with one hand, and supported the base of the dislocated elbow with the other hand.
With his fingertips Exert Force, he grasped the dislocated bone seam and pulled it down sharply.
Immediately afterwards, the wrist was turned upwards and buckled.
The whole set of Bone Setting movements are smooth and smooth, fast and accurate.
Click.
With a crisp sound of bone friction, the dislocated bone reset instantly.
Fang Cheng kept moving, following the same pattern, and reattached Sanchai's left arm with neat techniques.
The bones rubbed violently, and under the stimulation of pain, Sanchai let out a muffled groan in his throat.
His eyelids trembled, finally showing signs of waking up.
Fang Cheng clapped his hands, stood up and said:
"Okay, wake him up."
A Kun immediately stepped forward and slapped Sanchai on the face again.
Sanchai took a sharp breath and suddenly opened his eyes.
He twisted his body a few times in pain and mumbled indistinctly:
"Hiss... my hand... my hand is broken..."
Just in the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.
Sanchai raised his arm habitually and flicked his wrist.
"Huh?"
He had a ghostly expression on his face and his eyes widened:
"My hand is not broken! Why doesn't it hurt at all?"
"Did I faint from fear just now and have a nightmare? What's going on..."
He muttered and raised his head.
The next second, his eyes met the condescending Evil Spirit Mask of Fang Cheng.
Sanchai's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shrank back as if he was electrocuted. He pointed at Fang Cheng with trembling fingers:
"You... you..."
Fear, doubt, shock, various emotions appeared alternately on his dark face.
A Kun quickly pressed his shoulders and comforted him:
"Don't be afraid, he is the new boss who hired us."
"Ah?"
Sanchai is completely confused, and his mind can't turn around:
"Boss? Since you are the employer, why did you break my hand just now?"
Fang Cheng ignored Sanchai's complaints and just turned and walked aside, leaving time for these Mercenarys to digest the current situation.
Du Juan rubbed the scar on his neck, walked to Pei Tianci, and coughed twice.
Pei Tianci asked with concern:
"Are you okay?"
Du Juan shook his head, looked at Fang Cheng's back, and lowered his voice with lingering fear:
"I'm fine... He was merciful just now, otherwise my cervical vertebra would have been broken."
Pei Tianci felt sorry for his woman, but fortunately his life was saved.
He reached out and patted Du Juan on the shoulder to express comfort, then strode forward and asked:
"Boss, the wounded have been treated, how can we cooperate next?"
Fang Cheng raised his head slightly and looked at the dark dome above the hall:
"If you want to act, you won't be able to do it in such a pitch-black environment."
After that, he silently shouted in his heart:
"Fat Tiger, turn on the light and restore the lighting."
Mental Channel heard a simple "received" sound of interest rate.
Ten seconds later.
Snap, snap, snap!
The lights on the dome of the hall and the surrounding walls turned on one after another.
The dazzling incandescent light instantly dispelled the darkness, illuminating the entire kidnapping scene as bright as day.
The originally magnificent stage was now in a mess.
The banner fell, the background board shattered, and there were bullet holes and Concrete Block left by the crossfire everywhere.
In the corner of the stage, dozens of program staff and contestants were crowded together, looking at the center of the hall with fearful expressions.
When they saw the scene outside clearly, there was a suppressed cry from the crowd.
Those vicious kidnappers were standing together with the man wearing Evil Spirit Mask.
They seemed to be discussing something.
Behind the crowd, Zhou Xiumei hugged his knees with his arms, with a few dust stains on his pretty face.
Bright eyes passed through the crowd, quietly looking at the tall figure wearing a mask.
Although she couldn't see her real face, Zhou Xiumei knew that he was her boyfriend.
She did not immediately come forward to recognize him, nor did she relax her vigilance.
Zhou Xiumei knows that Fang Cheng is dealing with an extremely Danger situation.
The best cooperation I can do now is to stay quiet and never distract him.
Fang Cheng didn't even look in the direction of the hostages.
He walked straight to the camera stand nearby and pointed to the lens with the red indicator light still flashing:
"Don't that Mr. Ye like to watch live broadcasts?"
"Then we will simply satisfy him and let him see every detail of the scene clearly without missing anything."
Fang Cheng turned his head and looked at Pei Tianci:
"You just pretend nothing happened and continue filming a kidnapping and ransom scene as planned."
"As for me, I will appear in the camera at the right time to make them feel that they have discovered the target and have control over the entire territory."
Speaking of this, Fang Cheng's tone revealed a sharp tone Killing Intent:
"However, this scene needs to be filmed half an hour in advance. The screen must be quickly removed and delayed for half an hour before being played."
Pei Tianci's eyes lit up and he immediately understood the meaning:
"You want to create a time difference and mislead them. Then take advantage of this lagging information to plan ahead and seize the initiative."
"That's right."
Fang Cheng glanced at him appreciatively.
Communicating with smart people really saves effort.
A Kun immediately became energetic after hearing this.
He raised his gun and shouted at the cameraman who was hiding in the crowd with his head covered:
"Hey! Who is that? Did you hear that? Our boss wants to delay the playback. Is it technically possible?"
The cameraman was so frightened that he stood up quickly and nodded repeatedly:
"Can do it! Can do it!"
He pointed in the direction outside and explained quickly:
"We have a dedicated Delay Device in the broadcast truck parked outside the venue."
"As long as you adjust the argument, you can set a thirty-minute delay in advance, cache the scene to Server, and push the stream later."
Fang Cheng certainly knows this.
Generally speaking, most news and party live broadcasts will set a delay of tens of seconds, specifically for review to prevent sudden broadcast accidents such as swear words and violent scenes.
He looked at the cameraman and said in a gentle tone:
"Thank you for your hard work."
The cameraman was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly, his eyes even turning red:
"It's not hard, it's not hard! You risked your life Danger to save us, you are the hardest worker!"
A Kun stared and urged:
"Then why don't you work quickly!"
"Yes yes yes!"
The cameraman nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, and immediately pressed Earpiece to notify the director truck outside the venue to adjust the delay parameter.
Then, he took a deep breath, picked up the camera again, and turned on the power switch.
Get ready to kick off this "show" for Mysterious Organization.
The dark wind roared across the top of the mountain, making the clothes rustle.
Night Owl stood on the edge of Cliff, looking over the cliff below and overlooking the entire valley.
Behind him, the Skull Gate rises from the ground, exuding wisps of Black Qi.
Resort in the valley has had its main power supply cut off, and the entire park has almost blended into the darkness.
Only one building still had lights on, which looked particularly dazzling in the darkness.
About half an hour ago, the lighting was restored at Auxiliary Building where the program team was located.
During this period, due to the delay in starting the live broadcast, Night Owl couldn't help but contact Red Devil Mercenary Group twice.
The explanation given by Pei Tianci is that the live broadcast device in the venue was affected in the previous exchange of fire, and the technicians in the hostage were being forced to carry out emergency repairs.
In the end, the signal was even unstable due to the shielding of the wall, so we simply drove the broadcast truck parked outside the venue directly into the hall.
"What a twist..."
Night Owl looked back and whispered to himself.
Those who hired Mercenary would probably spare no effort to get double the remuneration.
As long as he can successfully lock the target, he doesn't care how difficult the process is.
Suddenly, there was a strange fluctuation in the depths of my mind.
Immediately afterwards, a voice sounded from Mental Channel:
"Night Owl, hasn't the target appeared yet?"