As soon as they entered the hotel, the reporters found a beautiful little girl, who must be Miss Ima as mentioned by the robbers. She was accompanied by her mother to greet them, and of course Mr. the masked robber.
"Happy birthday, Miss Imma, this is my gift." A white reporter very gentlemanly handed a small gift to Imma.
"Thank you, sir, please." Imma's mother was very troubled as she invited the white reporter into the banquet hall. She now had three questions: who am I, where am I, and what am I doing.
The reporters gave gifts to Imma one by one, and soon there were piles of gifts behind Imma. The little girl smiled and rolled her eyes, thinking that Mr. Robber was really a good person.
"Major Vicente of the British Empire Consulate, come to the banquet." The man in black outside the door shouted. This was agreed upon. In case there are guests with other identities, advance notice is required.
Vicente looked curiously and accepted the security check from the men in black. He came here just to inquire about information and did not carry weapons. He also came to attend a little girl's birthday party, and a gift was more suitable than a weapon.
"Beautiful Miss Imma, this is the pottery I brought from England. It's a beautiful pony. Do you like it?" Major Vicente bent down and handed over a delicate pony.
"Ah, is it handmade pottery from St. Ives? Thank you, Mr. Major." Imma actually told the origin of Pony. It seems that she really likes pottery.
Vicente looked at the lively Imma and seemed to see his daughter in China, but when he heard Imma tell the origin of the pony, his heart moved. It seemed that this little girl's family was not simple.
Zuo Zhong also took a serious look at the little girl for the first time. Like her mother, the clothes on her body seemed to be handmade and the jewelry on her body was not cheap.
It seemed that he was still a young rich man, so Zuo Zhong didn't take it to heart. Anyway, after this incident, he had nothing to do with these hostages anymore and would never see them again.
Major Vicente nodded to Zuo Zhong, and then entered the hall. Zuo Zhong winked, and soon the two men in black followed.
"Mr. Robber, would you like to arrest Mr. Major?" Imma turned her little head and asked curiously, which scared her mother and quickly covered her mouth.
Zuo Zhong touched her head: "Of course not. All the people here today are guests. How can we arrest the guests?"
Mr. Imma nodded: "That's good, then I don't need to ask Mr. Robber to pardon him."
Imma's mother turned pale with fright, and Zuo Zhong burst into laughter. She was such a clever little girl. She touched her head again and continued to greet the guests.
Before seven o'clock, all the guests had arrived. The man in black closed the door and walked back to the hotel in a smart manner, leaving the crowd behind.
"This is really a hero. Look at his calm and unhurried energy. Even a hero from Liangshan is nothing more than this." A member of the crowd marveled.
Some people disagreed with his opinion: "I think the Forty-Six Friends of Wagang Village are standing up for the people who were killed in the Northeast. How righteous!"
"Bah, none of these little Japanese are good. In the early years of the Eight-Power Allied Forces, they and the Germans did the most bad things. They were a bunch of people who gave birth to sons without buttholes."
Why did these people hijack the Liuguo Hotel? Rumor has spread in the city of Peiping for a long time. Anyway, it was the Japanese and the red-headed Asan who died. Everyone should give a thumbs up and say: a hero.
The hero Zuo Zhong was a little disappointed at this time. He felt that it was too hasty. Only dozens of newspapers and media were present. If he had waited for reporters from Shanghai and Jinling to arrive, there would definitely be more than these.
Forget it, dozens of major newspapers are enough for the time being. Once the momentum is built up, we will find ways to create a few hot spots.
Zuo Zhong led Imma and her mother into the banquet hall, and the guests applauded. Not to mention anything else, the top-notch drinks at the banquet were worth the price of admission.
It was Major Vicente who looked strange. Did he know that Mr. Consul was the honorary shareholder of the Six Nations Hotel? If he saw these luxurious drinks, he would probably have a heart attack.
Thinking of this, Vicente smiled, picked up a glass of Eight Years Golden Bell Whiskey and drank it in one gulp. It tasted really good, and he quickly asked the waiter to pour another glass.
Zuo Zhong stepped onto the stage in the banquet hall and told a joke in front of the microphone: "Thank you everyone for coming to Miss Imma's birthday party, even though many friends are not so happy."
"Hahaha."
Everyone laughed. The hostages had been in contact with the masked man for so long, and they had very complicated feelings about him. In summary, he was a crazy artist, but an artist who could kill.
"Here we would like to thank the embassies of various countries for sponsoring the fresh vegetables and fruits, and oh yes, there is also the spectacular birthday tower. Let us once again thank those generous well-wishers."
"Clatter, crash, crash."
Major Vicente smiled helplessly. This guy is really speechless. Forget the vegetables, the fruits and those cakes are not cheap. I don't know how angry the officials will be when they find out.
"Well, these damn robbers even took out Johnnie Walker." Major Vicente quickly picked up another glass of wine and tasted it slowly. Well, if possible, he would give the masked man some preferential treatment.
"I know gentlemen reporters have a lot of questions. I will let people take you to see some things and take some photos. I think your boss is already eager to point a revolver at your heads."
The reporters smiled bitterly. Various newspapers had issued death orders. They had to find some explosive and eye-catching content, otherwise they would not have come in such numbers.
After Zuo Zhong finished speaking, the men in black invited the guests to various entrances and exits, allowing them to take a close look at the irritable little guys. As long as they didn't do anything, they could take photos at will.
Looking at the flashing lights and listening to the clicking sound, Zuo Zhong smiled proudly behind the mask. What could be more exciting news than going deep into the middle of the robbers to take pictures?
Zuo Zhong was very enthusiastic and thoughtful: "Don't worry, everyone, let's go take a look at the load-bearing columns. I've also prepared some reference objects for you to clearly compare the volumes."
Major Vicente mingled among the reporters and took a deep breath. These bastards had so many dangerous goods. Do they want to blow up the Six Nations Hotel?
Fortunately, the Japanese acted as scapegoats yesterday, otherwise he would never see his lovely daughter again. Mr. Major felt a chill on his back. The Japanese are really good people.
Zuo Zhong then pulled Gui Youguang over, posed for him, and then warmly invited the reporters again. The host must satisfy the guests.
"Come on, you are welcome to take pictures. This is my most effective assistant. Look at how strong his muscles are. Look at the Thompson submachine gun in his hand, and look at the grenades on his waist."
The reporters gathered around Gui Youguang and took pictures. They wanted to be as vicious as possible. The readers must feel the terror of the robbers, so as to create a dramatic conflict with their gentleness in hosting a dinner party.
Gui Youguang was a little shy at first, but he became more and more relaxed as he was being photographed. He followed the reporters' instructions and assumed scary poses. He was quite happy.
Major Vicente's eyes glanced back and forth at the weapon. It was well maintained, had sufficient ammunition, was powerful, and had strong firepower. The more he looked at it, the more he felt guilty.
First of all, these people are definitely not short of money, and they have definitely received military training. The position where they stand is just right to surround the guests faintly, but at the same time they are not so conspicuous.
Vicente can guarantee that as long as people like him make any move, the howling of Chicago typewriters will sound here in the next second, and they will have absolutely no chance to fight back.
Did the robbers really want to expose the evil deeds of the Japanese to the world? Vicente was a little doubtful for a moment, but he soon felt relieved. It was none of his business. The whiskey was delicious.
The reporters returned to the banquet hall with satisfaction. With these things, they could complete the task perfectly. The next step was to enjoy the wine and food.
A small band formed by the hostages played music. The guests were all polite and told each other about the recent news. The reporters also focused on the hostages.
"Sir, I am a reporter from the British Morning News. Are you a hostage? What do you think of this hijacking?"
"Thinking? Those Japanese dwarfs raised by dogs, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't be here at all! Of course, I still like to attend such a banquet."
"I understand. What kind of people do you think these robbers are? I will keep them anonymous for you."
"Anonymous? Randy, I don't need that. I think these robbers have the spirit of thieves, and they also don't lack the bottom line and morals they should have."
"Mr. Randy, can you elaborate?"
"Of course, they provided us with enough food, water and some privacy. Except at the beginning, they did not use violence later, and they were even gentle."
"So that's it, then what do you think of the masked man?"
"A gentleman, a standard gentleman, please forgive me for saying this, but I admire his courage, wisdom, and kindness. If possible, I am willing to do things for him."
"Um, Mr. Randy, do you mean to be a robber with him? Which country are you a citizen of?"
"Americans, what's wrong? Do you have a problem with us Americans? You're a bastard of a British guy."
Zuo Zhong looked at the scene over there, with a smile on his lips, and then started chatting with the reporters on the side. Perhaps they knew enough about the robbery, so they asked him about his views on some events.
"What do you think of Mustache's election as German Chancellor?" a reporter suddenly asked.
Zuo Zhong thought for a long time and replied seriously: "This will be a disaster, both for the people of the world and the German people."
The reporter was a little puzzled, because from the current mainstream point of view in the world, some of Mustache's policies are still good, and the international community is also happy to see their results, except for the red giant bear.
"Sir, can you tell me more specifically?" Major Vicente walked out of the crowd with a stern look on his face.
Zuo Zhong was happy in his heart. He had said so much and done so much, just to create hot spots, and the most popular thing now was his mustache, which he had to rub.
