"Mr. Howard, why are you here in person?"
A silver-gray Rolls-Royce Phantom parked near the bank, outside police cars.
Following the Rolls-Royce were two black Mercedes-Benz vehicles, with eight men in black clothes and wearing sunglasses getting out. They looked like elite bodyguards.
The door of the Rolls-Royce opened, and Matt Howard, one of the top ten richest men in Britain, got out of the car, leaning on a silver cane engraved with roses. His silver hair was combed behind his head, his nose was aquiline, and his eyes were like a falcon.
Seeing Howard appear, the senior superintendent in charge of the case and old Henry rushed forward to greet him.
Howard said nothing, didn't even look at the senior superintendent, and walked straight forward with his silver cane.
"Sir, please don't worry! I have the situation under control now! Miss Michelle will be rescued soon!" the superintendent followed and said flatteringly.
"Really?" Howard stopped and glanced at the superintendent, "That means I don't need to spend five million pounds or send a helicopter over, so my daughter can come out?"
"Uh, this?"
"What is this? Didn't you say you have the situation under control and everything is under control?"
Howard's contemptuous gesture made the superintendent sweat profusely. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead vigorously.
"Do you want me to call your police commissioner or the mayor of London, and then you will tell the truth?" Howard continued to suppress him with force.
The senior superintendent could no longer bear it and his waist was bent at ninety degrees.
Howard ignored the humble senior superintendent and shifted his gaze to Henry, "Chief Henry, right? I remember we met before."
"Yes, Mr. Howard! You donated millions of pounds to our police department and purchased bulletproof vests, police shields, helmets and other items. We are all very grateful to you!"
"No need to be grateful. I donated money to buy things for you. The purpose is to protect you, and the purpose of protecting you is to protect the people. So now - have you done it?"
"I'm so ashamed!" Old Henry didn't dare to look at Howard.
Howard snorted coldly, holding his cane with both hands, "Then please tell me clearly how to save my daughter?"
"This--" Old Henry gritted his teeth, "Actually, we have already taken action!"
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"Damn, I'm starving, why doesn't the pizza delivery guy come?"
In the bank lobby, the bearded gangster was pacing back and forth with his AK in his arms, cursing.
"Can't you just bear it? When we escape, we can eat whatever we want when we have money!" the thin gangster retorted.
"What the heck! I haven't had a sip of water or a morsel of food since morning. You know I eat a lot!" The bearded man complained, "If you don't give me food, I will starve to death!"
"Haha, if you don't starve to death, I will!" Another fat gangster said, "I'm starving too! God, give me a cow now, and I can eat it!"
Mad Dog Johnny was leaning on the chair with his feet on the table. The mustachioed lobby manager carefully served him coffee. When his companion complained, he raised the AK he was holding, da da da! A shuttle towards the ceiling!
The hostages screamed.
Michelle was also shocked.
The mustachioed manager even hid behind the chair.
The three gangsters were startled and looked at Johnny together.
Johnny said crazily: "What are you muttering about? Don't you just want food? Now tell those bastards outside that if you don't bring food, we will kill someone every five minutes!"
"Ho ho! The boss is the boss! Go tell those bastards!" the bearded man yelled.
"You can't do this, you promised me to let them go!" Michelle said boldly.
"Promise? What did I promise you? Let them go? Where's the money? I haven't seen the money yet, how can I let them go?"
Johnny said as he stood up from the chair, walked up to Michelle in an unruly manner, and wanted to hook Michelle's chin with his hand, but Michelle dodged.
Johnny shrugged, raised the AK toward the ceiling, click, click, click! Another shuttle.
The hostage squatted down in fear and covered his ears.
The three gangsters were also afraid of harming Chi Yu and stayed away from this crazy boss.
Michelle's pretty face was pale, but she didn't dodge, glaring at Johnny angrily.
Johnny laughed when he saw Michelle like this: "Awesome, she deserves to be the daughter of Mr. Howard, one of the top ten richest men, so courageous!"
Boom, boom, boom!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" the bearded man asked holding a gun.
"Delivery guys, your pizza has arrived!"
"Open it!" Johnny said.
The bearded man winked, and the thin gangster and the fat gangster attacked from both sides and opened the door.
Du Yongxiao was dressed in casual clothes and holding a three-layer pizza in his hand.
"Come in!" The bearded man shouted with a gun.
Du Yongxiao entered the hall.
After glancing around, the mustachioed manager showed an expression of surprise when he saw him, but he immediately restrained himself.
Du Yongxiao looked at Johnny and the others, as well as Michelle and other hostages.
"Quack, this pizza delivery guy is dishonest, his eyes are rolling around!" Mad Dog Johnny winked.
The bearded man stepped forward: "Put down your things and raise your hands!"
Du Yongxiao did as he was told, first placing the pizza on the table and then raising his hands.
The bearded man searched him.
Touch from top to bottom.
When the bearded man touched Du Yongxiao's crotch, Du Yongxiao said: "Man, please show mercy!"
The bearded man snorted and looked at him.
"I was afraid of being too big and scaring you!" Du Yongxiao said.
The bearded man had a sneer on his face, "How dare you, a Chinaman, talk nonsense?" He reached out and searched Du Yongxiao's crotch, and then his expression changed.
"How about it, do you have a gun?" Johnny asked impatiently.
"No!" The bearded man sounded a little unhappy and glared at Du Yongxiao.
"Is it true or false?" Johnny tilted his neck and walked towards Du Yongshun holding an AK, "You are a very brave delivery boy! Are you not afraid of guns?"
Du Yongxiao shrugged: "I'm used to it! It's not easy to make a living in the UK. You have to deal with everyone no matter who you are!"
"Really?" Johnny raised Du Yongxiao's chin with the muzzle of his gun: "Believe it or not, I shot you through the neck?"
Du Yongxiao was scared.
"I believe it!" He raised his hands, "Please let me go!"
Johnny stared at Du Yongxiao, and when he saw that Du Yongxiao was really trembling and couldn't hide the fear in his eyes, he laughed with satisfaction.
"Shit! You Chinese dogs really want money more than your life!"
"Yeah, they Chinese dogs are willing to do any job to survive, cleaning garbage, washing dishes, and even working as prostitutes, hahaha!" Big Beard and others laughed.
"Yes! Yes! We also like to deliver pizza. Do you want to try it? I'll open it for you!"
"Look at how scared he is!"
"Scared to death!"
"Hahaha!"
Johnny also laughed. He had never had a good impression of these lowly Chinese people, and even thought they were inferior to pigs and dogs!
Du Yongxiao opened the pizza package and said, "Actually, in addition to washing dishes and delivering pizzas, we also like delivering bullets!"
Grab the gun from the pizza!
Turn the revolver,
Peng!
The big beard was blown away!
(End of chapter)
