The search continues.
For those who resisted and thought they were clever, the armed men with pistols on their waists and Aka rifles on their hands, all showing their true colors with stern expressions, shot and killed them directly.
With the help of a heartbeat monitor, all the people hiding in the hotel, including guests and hotel staff, were quickly gathered together and locked together.
Then the identity of each hostage was counted. The hostage himself said that the militants recorded it on paper.
Seeing that the militants did not distinguish the true and false identities of the hostages and that their family business was in Xiangjiang, Lin Xingxing and Lin Shao pursued Liang Jieyang to Turkey and falsely claimed that they were hotel waiters.
When his son and grandson lied, Lin woke up to his parents, grandparents, and they were all stunned, but did not say anything.
Not only did Lin Qingcheng lie, Jenna Gray, the wife of the former ambassador to Khartoum, lied about being an in-house art conservator at the hotel.
Then more people lied, and more people reported truthfully.
The three armed officers responsible for registering the identities registered one by one, regardless of whether they were true or false, until they were completed.
Just when everyone was relieved, a thin, wheat-colored woman with no face covering and a pistol on her waist pulled out two waitresses locked together from the hostage team.
"Tell me who is lying," the female militant asked the two waitresses in work clothes. "Tell me and you can leave safely, leave immediately."
In the hostage pile, Lin Xingqing suddenly became nervous because he had spanked one of the female waitresses. .b.
As expected, the waitress with short brown hair who was trembling with nervousness raised her finger and pointed at Lin Qingqing, "He is lying, he is not a waiter, I'm sure!"
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became extremely tense.
The lean woman did not disappoint. She pulled out the pistol from her waist and, five or six meters away, seemingly without any aiming action, fired a small red heart on Lin Qingcheng's forehead.
The conference room immediately started screaming again and again.
Lin Xingqing's parents and grandparents reacted for two seconds, crying until they burst into tears.
The lean female armed officer looked at her burly companion next to her.
The companion stepped forward and opened the handcuffs of the two female waiters who were locked together, and the one with short brown hair left.
When another long-haired waitress saw her colleague leaving, she immediately reported the incident and pointed at the ambassador's wife, "She is the ambassador's wife, not an art conservator."
This was a good hostage, but the female armed officer did not hesitate. She raised her arm lightly and decisively shot the ambassador's wife to death, turning the ambassador into a widower.
For a moment, the entire conference room was silent, everyone was frightened to death. Even such a good hostage could be killed. In this way, all the hostages could be killed.
Fortunately, the armed men did not fight to the end and gave a second chance, saying, "Liars stand up, this is the last chance..."
As the hostage identification statistics became more and more detailed, the militants became more and more happy. They were right in not attacking Windsor Castle directly.
"I reported it," Lin Qingqing's mother, 55-year-old Zhou Mengjie, who lost her beloved son, was still alive despite Liang Jieyang's efforts. "The former boss, Jack Zhang, was also a hotel tenant, and he was not caught!"
Similar in body shape to a butterfly, the lean, wheat-colored female armed personnel heard Jack Zhang for the second time during the mission.
It's strange. It seems like everyone has a grudge against him. It just so happens that he is also a rich man.
Outside the hotel, it was raining lightly. Amu's strongest special forces, wearing black combat uniforms with rainproof functions, had already surrounded the hotel.
At this time, the hotel doors sealed by steel plates opened to both sides, and many military and police firearms opened their safety guards and took aim.
Only two waitresses were seen, using two luggage carts, slowly bringing out seven seriously injured people.
Facing numerous gunshots, the two women shouted, "We are hotel attendants. They asked Jack Zhang to go back and exchange 10 hotel staff..."
at the same time.
After putting Kong Xueer on a private jet owned by Grand Coconut Bank, Zhang Jing had already boarded a commercial plane flying to Paris and had just taken off and left the runway. ..
By the time Amu Yamen found Zhang Jing's whereabouts, the plane had already landed in Wuji.
After all, the straight line from London to Paris is only over 300 kilometers.
After turning off the airplane mode, Zhang Jing received a call from Kane Joe, a gentleman in his forties.
On the phone, Kane Joe introduced what happened, and finally said seriously, "You can replace ten people with one person, but I don't want you to take risks."
"Okay," Zhang Jing replied, "I won't take the risk."
Kane Qiao was stunned for a moment, because they analyzed that Zhang Jing is a person who is adventurous, likes to be a hero, and cares about reputation.
Therefore, he used the counter-general method to get Zhang Jing to agree, so that Amu Yamen would not have to pay any benefits.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing refused.
Generally speaking, Old Beibi and Amu Yamen knew that Zhang Jing hated them in his heart.
The reason is that when Zhang Jing was jointly suppressed by the League District and the Blue and White Banner, the Amu royal family and the Yamen took the opportunity to forcibly buy the Lancaster Principality (real estate company) from Zhang Jing on the grounds of his family's safety.
With this kind of contradiction existing, it is already rare for Zhang Jingneng to attend King Go's birthday celebration.
It is indeed a bit wishful thinking to want him to exchange hostages.
But people's hearts are so dissatisfied. When they learned that Zhang Jing refused to come back to exchange hostages, Lao Beibi and Amu Yamen were very angry and decided to mobilize the power of public opinion to make Zhang Jing infamous.
Ten hours after the incident, the militants published the list of hostages online and their demands for occupying the Windsor Hotel.
Appeal: The package price for all customers is a small target of 300 meters.
The transaction items can be rice dollar cash, euro cash, rb cash, or bitcoin/bitcoin. Choose one of the four, and the cash will be airdropped to Yemen.
Looking at the list, except for Zhang Jing and the thirty-two lucky people who were not in the hotel when the incident occurred, there was no shortage of other tenants and all were caught.
This made Amu Yamen very confused. Why didn't any of the rich people in the hotel be smart?
Why not hide it?
And those rich people’s bodyguards, why don’t they have a 007?
Why doesn't anyone cooperate with the security police? ..
Why is no one a lone hero?
Damn it, the movies are all lies!
There is another detail. The small target price of 300 meters only refers to tenants and does not include more than 60 hotel staff.
Zhang Jing was conducting archaeological research in the depths of a cemetery with a history of more than 200 years and lush vegetation in the southeastern suburbs of Paris at night.
While resting with my back against a broken tombstone, I saw a militant request on my phone.
It’s hard not to miss it. Now the whole world is targeting the small town of Windsor. Online content is overwhelming and feeding countless people.
"A small goal of 300 meters," Zhang Jing marveled and said to himself, "Are you not planning to live anymore?"
That's right, Zhang Jing believed that Amu Yamen would rather attack by force and kill all the hostages than pay.
The reason is that Amu has been fighting in the past two years. With the money, he would rather buy weapons, equipment and receive pensions.
However, Zhang Jing still underestimated the shamelessness of the Amu people. They had other methods.
"The second update is here."
