Because I want to kidnap and arrest more people at once.
Therefore, the ideal time to arrest people should be when members of the Chamber of Commerce gather together.
In other words, Lao Daijin, who was watching, had not thought about what he could gain in the evening and first half of the night.
Unexpectedly, the sixty-year-old Bol would have a party in the backyard of his home this evening.
In fact, Bol was also one of the beneficiaries of the Leopard Group's equity. He believed that the benefits were huge and he would make money, so he was in a good mood and invited friends to his home to celebrate.
Lao Daijin, who didn't know the truth, used a Huawei mobile phone, a 3V Telecom company phone card, and a satellite call function to notify Luo Lan and Zhang Jing of something going on.
The four of them got together at 7 p.m.
Divided into weapons and armor.
There are no complicated ways to play, and nothing that requires special attention.
After adjusting the time and turning on the signal blocker, Zhang Jing and Roland, disguised as black men, were responsible for a frontal attack from the backyard, killing the bodyguards and taking the hostages.
Old Daikin and Shannon were responsible for the main attack from the side, and the other was responsible for preventing reinforcements that might appear.
It's not dark yet in the west.
At the back door of the broken villa, Zhang Jing was wearing a bulletproof vest, a bulletproof helmet on his head, and a mask on his face. He held a bulletproof shield in his left hand and a micro-charge in his right hand, holding it in front.
Roland followed Zhang Jing, holding the rifle in both hands and responsible for shooting threatening targets quickly and accurately.
Two armed bodyguards were killed on the spot.
People attending a party in the backyard were suddenly attacked, screaming instinctively and making a mess.
Three bodyguards with guns who were still alive at the party fought back to prevent the strange enemy from harming the party guests.
For three or four seconds, the two intruders and the three bodyguards formed a brief stalemate.
Until Lao Daijin suddenly appeared from the east side of the backyard. While shooting and killing the armed bodyguards, he used an electronic synthesized voice to remind the party crowd: "Squat down and you will not kill! Squat down and you will not kill!"
As the last three bodyguards were quickly defeated and half of the screaming hostages were killed, the others fell silent.
This process is very fast, and the killing is really decisive. As long as they don't cooperate, men, women, old and children will be killed by the gun.
Ignoring the corpses on the ground, the seven living hostages tied their hands with bandages, sealed their mouths with tape, and stuffed them into a van at the back door.
Roland drove, while Zhang Jing watched the hostages in the carriage.
Don't worry about Lao Daijin and Shannon, they all have different divisions of labor.
It was dimly lit in the bumpy van. Zhang Jing was holding a silencer pistol in his hand, staring at the hostages and warning, "Don't think about being a hero, the result will definitely be a tragedy;
Be a good hostage and you will have a chance to leave. "
As soon as Zhang Jing finished speaking, a young and handsome man with a big eagle nose suddenly raised his leg to attack him.
This makes Zhang Jingqi smile. The black guy he pretends to be looks easy to bully?
The pistol was fast and accurate within one meter. Zhang Jing directly pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the handsome man's crotch, causing blood to pour out.
I also seemed to hear the sound of eggs breaking.
After receiving a critical hit of 10,000 points, the handsome man was about to scream, and Zhang Jing hit him in the forehead with his second shot.
The hostages who originally thought they could escape on the road suddenly became quiet, and their timid bodies couldn't help but tremble.
Zhang Jinghehe, bullets are indeed more convincing.
There was about thirty minutes of driving time, and we changed into a white box truck in a warehouse and continued to move forward. This time it was Zhang Jing's turn to drive, while Roland took care of the hostages.
Not long after setting off, they encountered a Kamoula patrol car and wanted to check it. They already knew about the kidnapping of the blue and white flag hostages.
The purpose of searching the car is to find someone.
The incident had become as ordinary as water. Zhang Jing pulled over and accepted the interrogation.
"What's in the car?" a fat black security policeman asked Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing's eyes were unruly and he didn't speak. Instead, he gently raised his hands, then slowly picked up his clothes, exposing his waist.
The two security policemen looked at each other silently.
Mali is an important continent for drug trafficking and black money smuggling in South America.
Going up the passage, everyone has a handle on this matter, and everyone is taking money up and down.
So...between the pistol on Zhang Jing's waist and the green banknotes, decisively choose the green banknotes.
'You can't arrest people, because the young man in front of you is definitely not the same person. The security policeman naturally thought.
There were ten green banknotes in total, but the two security policemen only took away four, which was very sensible.
It can also be said to be protection. They want to make a steady stream of money through smuggling channels and cannot kill the goose that lays the goose to lay eggs.
The box truck sets off again.
Nine hours after the incident, at four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jing and Luo Lan took turns driving to the target location.
A desolate town on the edge of the desert.
The six hostages were locked up in a hidden cellar in a walled house, and their hands and feet were chained.
After setting up the hostages in the dark, Roland drank half the bottle of water and told Zhang Jing, "You keep an eye on the hostages here, and I'll drive the car away and deal with them."
Zhang Jing nodded and noticed that Roland was holding a soft metal handbag that blocked signals in his left hand. Inside was the hostage's mobile phone and watch.
The metal bag was taken from the scene of the robbery to the hiding place.
After seeing off Roland, who was also almost 60 years old, in the dark night, Zhang Jing turned around and threw in three bottles of water and three pieces of bread to the hostages.
The cellar where people are held is vertically downward, with an internal space of about 3.5 square meters and a height of about 2.4 meters. It is not too crowded to hold 6 people.
Although his wrists are chained, it does not affect his eating.
"There's not enough food," a male hostage in his fifties protested to Zhang Jing, "There are six of us."
"I know there are six of you," Zhang Jing explained to the hostages, "This is the amount of food you have for a day. Eat less, drink less, and go to the bathroom less frequently;
If there is an urgent domestic need, you can only solve it in the cellar. "
"This will make us sick," a middle-aged woman in a beautiful dress argued. "We are hostages, and living well is the most valuable thing."
Zhang Jing thought about it, turned around, found a roll of garbage bags and two rolls of toilet paper, threw them into the cellar, and then closed the cellar door from the outside.
The cellar entrance is under the bed in the master bedroom, so there is no need to worry about the hostages suffocating to death, and there is a wide exhaust gap.
Putting out smart beans and black beans to guard his side, Zhang Jing replenished himself with a small amount of food and water, and then quickly replenished his sleep.
After a busy night, I'm too sleepy.
At the same time, Bamako, the capital city 550 kilometers away.
The whole city is looking for the kidnapped persons.
Two agents working for the embassy in the League District are conducting a second investigation of the crime scene.
Looking at the corpses drawn with white lines on the ground in the backyard, the experienced Sterling agent said to the point, "The kidnapper was very professional, from the front and the side, and the bodyguards were caught off guard when they hit him from two different directions."
"The tactics were also very cruel," Sterling continued his analysis. "There was no hesitation in shooting. He quickly killed five bodyguards and decisively killed the uncooperative hostages."
Another agent reminded an old friend, "I can't imagine anyone in Mali who could do something so professional."
"It's very professional. Could it be that Brother Mexico came here?" Sterling analyzed, "There are still seven hostages taken away. There is a high probability that Samoyed will take revenge this time."
As Sterling's voice fell, new news came. The local security police found the body of a hostage and a letter.
The body was that of a member of the Chamber of Commerce.
The content of the letter is simple and clear, requiring the families of the remaining six hostages to prepare 120 million yuan in cash.
After hearing the new news, Sterling subconsciously looked at his friend, and his friend looked at Sterling at the same time.
20 million yuan per person is a very ordinary amount.
Obviously, the kidnappers didn't know that one of the hostages they kidnapped was the first-class counselor of the Blue and White Flag embassy in the local area.
