After discussion, Governor Amu and his think tanks decided that the success rate of rescue without force was too low.
Divide the tenants into three, six or nine classes and collect the ransom together, that is, the hostages themselves pay to save themselves.
When this decision was conveyed to the ears of the hostages through the militants, the hostages shouted in unison - Wo Cao!
When the militants showed the amount allocated by the yamen, the Li family, his son, and the old pirate grandfather and grandson all rolled their eyes and their brains were starved of oxygen. They each had to bear a small target of 40 meters.
The head of South Asia Bank, a family of five, needs to bear a small target of 4 meters.
The former Khartoum ambassador whose wife died just 12 hours ago needs to bear 50 million yuan.
After all the hostages saw that they had to take responsibility, no one did not blame their mother, and no one did not blame the Amu royal family.
They came to participate in the master's birthday celebration, but the master asked them to pay to redeem themselves. They were really inappropriate!
Zhang Jing was temporarily unaware of Amu Yamen's shady operations. At three o'clock in the middle of the night, with the help of Pangolin Pea, he opened a rich man's tomb that was low-key on the outside and luxurious on the inside.
It was just a whim to experience the feeling of committing a crime, but I didn't expect to find him a pair of high-quality armor.
I don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s still not rusty and looks quite valuable?
After entering the mithril space, Zhang Jing cleaned up the remaining precious metals and finally opened the coffin.
After making sure that the gas mask was working properly, he took out a crowbar, held it against his headlight, and opened the heavy coffin lid three times.
The coffin lid fell to the ground with a bang. Zhang Jing stretched his head and looked inside the coffin. Because the environment was closed and dry, the tomb owner had turned into a mummy. His hands were folded on his stomach, and a dark red gem was pressed under his withered fingers.
With a thank you in his heart, Zhang Jing gently took away the red gem.
Then the emaciated body of the tomb owner was gently removed, and a short knife inlaid with gold and precious stones was pressed against the side of the body.
Worried about missing something, Zhang Jing turned over the mummy three times to make sure there was nothing good, and then he put the lid back on the coffin alone.
Climbing to the ground, two good babies, Smart Dou and Black Dou, were guarding the entrance of the cave, which made Zhang Jing feel at ease inside the tomb.
Backfilling the hole, I hunched over my waist and continued searching in the dark night.
Inside the ancient cemetery, which covers an area of four to five square kilometers, there are eight or nine tombs in a row. With my pockets bulging, I left at the darkest hour of dawn.
Go directly to the airport hotel to catch up on some sleep and fly to Shucheng at 3pm, planning to transfer from Shucheng to Xiangjiang.
At this time, 27 hours had passed since the Windsor Hotel hostage incident. All well-known media on the surface had gathered in the small town of Windsor and reported on it at all times.
The government and the media speculated that the armed men in the hotel were North African rebels because most of them were white-skinned and a few were black-skinned.
This is the main reason why bad guys are successful.
Unlike Middle Eastern skin and faces, security police are naturally wary, while white skin is almost unstoppable.
But Rayleigh, the leader of the Justice Army, has denied that he has anything to do with the rebels.
No matter what, this incident has affected Westerners' values. In the future, they will not only have to be wary of Middle-Eastern skins, but also white skins and black skins.
It doesn't matter if it's none of your business.
After flying in the sky for 10 hours, we arrived at Shuangliu Airport at 1 pm local time.
There was no need to leave the airport or go through the second security check. It was rare to pass by Shucheng. Taking advantage of the two-hour gap, Zhang Jing found a "Sichuan restaurant" in a flash.
Normally, if you want to eat authentic Sichuan food, the airport is not a good choice. Zhang Jing had no choice. He only had two hours and couldn't go out to find it.
The chef was quite capable, and within twenty minutes a basin of boiled fish and two bottles of ice-cold rock beer were served.
Looking at the white fish meat, red chili peppers, and the numbing aroma, Zhang Jingben licked his lips, picked up the chopsticks, and put a piece of fish meat into his mouth.
It is indeed delicious and rare in the world.
Because it was so delicious and a special meal, Zhang Jing didn't even miss the soup, but he almost missed the plane because of it. He held his belly and trotted all the way to the boarding gate.
Unlucky
It happened, I just arrived, the entrance has stopped checking tickets.
"Sir, you have missed boarding," before Zhang Jing could say anything, the female staff member in a nice uniform said, "You need to change to another flight."
Zhang Jingyang held the ticket in his hand and reminded the other party of his important customers, "I bought a business class seat."
For short-haul flights, there is no first class cabin, and business class seats are slightly more relaxed than economy class seats.
The staff member with bun hair and pretty skirts still shook his head.
At this time, there was movement behind him, and a middle-aged man speaking fried chicken language came running over panting, holding a ticket and indicating that he wanted to board the plane.
As expected, the staff ignored Zhang Jing, who spoke Mandarin, and allowed the Japanese who spoke foreign languages to enter the covered bridge.
"idiot!"
Zhang Jing cursed angrily at the dog-looking woman and immediately took out his phone to call Xiao Xiaotian.
"Why are you scolding me!" The woman with a bun hairstyle was unconvinced by Zhang Jing's scolding, "I am a foreigner, what's wrong with you being more generous!?"
Zhang Jing ignored the female staff member and heard Xiao Xiaotian's voice on the phone.
"Is something wrong?" Xiao Xiaotian asked weakly.
When someone becomes a "poor person", Xiao Xiaotian feels that he has no energy to answer the phone.
"I'm at Shucheng Airport," Zhang Jing said, "there's a fried chicken man who just boarded flight u5486, which is about to take off. He has a problem. If something happens to the plane, don't say I didn't warn you."
Xiao Xiaotian's first reaction was disbelief, as if someone who could predict the future told him that the peso would depreciate in the future, so it was reasonable to prepare in advance.
"How do you know?" Xiao Xiaotian asked.
Zhang Jing refused to explain, hung up the phone on his own initiative, and took the photo of the ticket to Xiao Xiaotian.
Because Zhang Jing refused to be harvested, Xiao Xiaotian was still angry. He hesitated for more than two or three minutes and called the national security department.
At Shucheng Airport, Zhang Jing called and said there was a problem with the fried chicken he had just put in. The staff guarding the entrance of the corridor bridge said in a strange tone, "If you report falsely to the police, you will be detained."
"You've been kneeling for a long time and you can't stand up, can you?" Zhang Jing put away his cell phone, put his hands on his hips and scolded the other person directly, "From now on, your Ruyi Airlines should be called Taijun Ruyi Airlines."
She thought Zhang Jing was someone who would swallow his words, but she didn't expect the curse to be so unpleasant. The woman was so angry that she counterattacked: "You are the bottom of society, you are nothing!"
"You put on this uniform and stand here, you are a high-level member of society?" Zhang Jing said bluntly, "Liang Jingru gave you the courage?"
Being stabbed back again, the woman fought back, "I have been to many countries and met many foreigners, and their men are better than the men in District D."
"Strong?" Zhang Jing smiled, "How many skin colors have you experienced?"
"I have experienced..."
"Stop!" Another female staff member nearby with a bun haircut and the same uniform interrupted the argument, looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Sir, why did you say there was something wrong with the fried chicken man just now?"
"Don't you think this scene is familiar?" Zhang Jing asked another staff member with freckles on his face who joined the conversation. "We are also rushing to catch a plane, and we are also foreigners." .z.
At the same time, the tower asked flight u5486, which was slowly heading to the scheduled runway, to stop.
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