In the restaurant on the first floor of the Six Nations Hotel, a melodious symphony was playing on the gramophone.
A masked man is dancing to sometimes exciting, sometimes deep music, or twisting his body in weird movements.
The restaurant became his stage, jumping and spinning. Although his movements were weird, they were full of a strange beauty and a kind of magic that made people unable to take their eyes off him.
If this were somewhere else, there might be gentlemen and ladies willing to sponsor the artist, but at the moment Mr. Artist is holding a pistol in his hand.
The beautiful music, ferocious weapons, and weird dance made everyone couldn't help but take a peek, and at the same time, everyone's heart jumped up and down with the music and his movements.
When Zhang Jingyao and his party were escorted downstairs, they happened to see such a scene. They were stunned and didn't know what this bandit-looking man was going to do. Could it be that he was an unappreciated dancer who kidnapped them just so that others could appreciate his dance?
At this point the music slowly faded away and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but then the masked man danced closer.
The masked man walked lightly, walked up to a man in black, and stretched out a hand, obviously inviting him to dance. The man in black was a little surprised, but he quickly handed the weapon to the others, and he He gently held the masked man's hand.
A waltz slowly played from the gramophone. Under everyone's gaze, the two slowly walked into the center of the restaurant and danced a waltz to the music.
Ignoring this scene and the two people's costumes, the hostages felt like they were attending a dance, and they were watching the graceful dance of the owner of the dance.
Everyone could see that the person in black might be a little unskilled in her dancing, but the masked person patiently guided her, and the two gradually became more and more skilled in their coordination, and their movements became more and more graceful.
At this time, the stage was like a canvas. Following the dance movements, the two people seemed to shuttle back and forth on the canvas, as if they were writing a beautiful picture, and everyone was dazzled by it.
Beautiful things are so fleeting and fleeting. When the song ended, the masked man and the man in black made an elegant curtain call, and the man in black and some of the hostages applauded.
Although I don’t know why, some of the hostages feel that they seem to understand the masked man and have a spiritual connection. Perhaps this is the magic of art.
Hase Ryosuke, who was squatting aside, looked at the applauding crowd with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
He thinks these people are crazy, they are being kidnapped now, and there are so many dangerous objects around them! Why should they applaud the bandit leader!
At this time, he noticed that the masked man seemed to be looking at him. Hase Ryosuke quickly smiled, stretched out his hands, and applauded as hard as he could. This was not a coward. There is a saying in China that a person who knows the current affairs is a hero.
The masked man returned to the center of the restaurant, his hands folded and hanging down, and his eyes fixed on the hostages. The atmosphere, which had been slightly soothed by the music, suddenly became tense again.
"First of all, let me introduce myself. We are the Northeastern Republican Army. Maybe you haven't heard of it. It doesn't matter. I think from today on, our name will be spread all over the world on the radio waves, right?"
The heads of the hostages flew up. If you have a gun and you are powerful, you will get whatever you say. And what the masked man said is right. There are many wealthy businessmen and diplomats among the hostages. If the news media knows about this matter, they will definitely make a fuss. Propaganda, governments of various countries will also intervene, this Northeastern Republican Army is really going to become famous.
Hase Ryosuke's heart went cold. The Northeast Republican Army, as soon as the name sounded, it was an anti-Japanese organization. If they knew that he was from Japan's special high school, even a hundred lives would not be enough to kill him.
"Does anyone know what the first song I just danced was?" The masked man suddenly started discussing music.
The hostages all kept their mouths shut. Only one little girl shouted despite her mother's obstruction: "It's Haydn's Farewell Symphony. Mr. Robber, am I right?"
The masked man slowly walked up to the little girl. The little girl's mother was crying and hiding her child behind her. In the horrified eyes of all the hostages, the man in black slowly put his hand into his pocket.
"Brave girl, you are right, this is your reward." The masked man took out a toffee from his pocket and handed it to the little girl.
The little girl blinked her big eyes and took the toffee. The masked man took back his hand and said, "Then can you tell us the story of the Farewell Symphony, brave girl."
The little girl raised her neck proudly: "Of course, Mr. Robber. Duke Nicholas of Austria built a huge castle far away from Vienna. He led his servants and orchestra to live in the castle, but he did not allow anyone to bring their families.
The members of the orchestra missed their families very much, but did not dare to tell the Duke. The leader, Mr. Haydn, thought of a good way. He composed a symphony and asked the orchestra members to pack up their instruments after the performance, blow out the candles on the music stands and exit, leaving only a handful of people to continue playing alone to express the mood of the orchestra members. "
The hostages listened to this story and wondered what the masked man meant. Then they heard the masked man ask the little girl another question.
"What's the result?"
"It is said that when the symphony was played in front of Duke Nicholas for the first time, he understood its meaning. The next day, he immediately ordered everyone to go home for vacation." The little girl said happily.
The masked man was silent for a long time and said to the hostages from various countries present: "Yes, the band members can go see their families, but in the Northeast, many of us have lost relatives and lovers and can never see each other again."
Listening to these words, the Japanese hostages shed cold sweat, they were about to suffer!
"Brother, there seems to be movement outside, and it looks like they are going to attack." At this time, a man in black withdrew from the window.
The hostages were overjoyed that someone finally came to rescue them. Although these men in black were polite and did not have any offense to the female hostages, they were robbers after all.
The masked man looked at the hostage who was looking happy, and suddenly turned around and asked Hase Ryosuke: "Sir, do you think the army outside can succeed? You have to tell me honestly."
Hase Ryosuke mumbled and said, "They are here to die. I think you must have some arrangements outside." After that, he closed his eyes and didn't want to talk anymore.
The masked man clapped his hands when he heard the words: "Haha, did you hear that? Next, I will let everyone enjoy a beautiful performance. Keep your eyes open and don't miss it!"
There was already a sea of people outside the Six Nations Hotel, and military police from various countries had surrounded the area tightly. Not only that, even the intersections were filled with sandbags and machine gun positions were set up.
British Consul Blanco put his hands on his hips and looked at the Six Nations Hotel with a pair of frog eyes. It's contrary, it's really contrary. Someone dared to do such a thing in the embassy area.
He vowed to catch these reckless robbers and torture them severely to let them know that the dignity of the British Empire should not be trampled on.
"I want to enjoy dinner in the restaurant of the Six Nations Hotel in half an hour. If I can't do that, you can go feed the mosquitoes in the jungles of Southeast Asia." Brando roared at Major Vicente, the battalion commander of the Royal Military Police.
Major Vicente said nothing, but shouted to a platoon of men: "Attack!"
"Wait a minute! Mr. Brando, please don't attack!" A short man named Rendanhu came out from the side.
Brando frowned. It turned out to be the Japanese Consul General Toyama Nakaharu, a greedy and despicable guy. Why should he stop him? Could it be that the robbers inside were Japanese?
"Mr. Brando, there are important guests from our country in the Rikoku Hotel. Can you allow us to rescue the hostages in the Rikoku Hotel? Please." Nakaji Toyama bowed, his head almost touching the ground.
Brando rolled his eyes. The lives of the British Empire warriors were much more precious than those of the Japanese. Moreover, if the rescue failed, it was also the responsibility of the Japanese and had nothing to do with the British Empire.
After thinking about it, Bai Longdu nodded: "Okay, Consul Yuanshan, let us see the performance of your soldiers."
Toyama Nakaji bowed again, saying thanks, but in his heart he was cursing Army Malu. If they hadn't repeatedly stressed the importance of Zhang Jingyao, he would not have waded into this muddy water.
There was a Japanese squad in the Japanese Consulate General in Peiping. Toyama Nakaji ordered the squad leader Kosuke Komura: "Komura, we must rescue Zhang Jingyao and Section Chief Hase Ryosuke."
Kosuke Takamura touched his heels, lowered his head and shouted: "Hai!" After saying that, he waved his hand, and a small group of Japanese soldiers quickly attacked in the direction of the Six Nations Hotel.
The Japanese soldiers held Type 38 rifles and formed a horizontal formation, forming a skirmish line. They bent over and launched an assault towards the hotel door. Kosuke Komura was very satisfied with the reaction of his subordinates. As long as they could break into the door, the daring robbers would That's it.
Brando looked better. He had also served in the military. Of course he knew that the Japanese soldiers were indeed well-trained. This was not to give the opponent a chance to concentrate their firepower.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers leaping into the parking lot across the road from the Rikoku Hotel, only ten meters away from the gate, Kosuke Komura was so nervous that he clenched his fists. It was the critical moment!
The Japanese soldiers took cover in a car, took off smoke bombs from their waists, and then threw them onto the road one by one. As the smoke bombs hissed, thick white smoke was emitted.
"Well done!" Kosuke Komura waved his fist. He had already seen the dawn of victory. The Imperial Japanese Army was invincible!
Toyama Nakaji also had a bright face: "Mr. Bailongdu, I don't think it will take half an hour. You can enjoy the delicious food in the restaurant in fifteen minutes."
The masked man looked at the smoke bombs on the road and sighed: "Let's get started, everyone, please enjoy this rare and spectacular sight!"
Following his words, a man in black took out a detonator from the corner, turned it around and pressed it hard.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The pride of Kosuke Takamura and Nakaji Toyama were solidified on their faces. After several flashes of light and loud noises, the originally dense white smoke was blown away by the shock wave of the explosion.
The cars in the parking lot were turned into burning scrap metal, and the ground was covered with the broken limbs and broken arms of the Imperial Japanese Army warriors. Some of the lucky ones who survived were also wailing in despair.
