The strangest dinner party in the world was over. Zuo Zhong and Imma stood at the door of the hotel to say goodbye to the guests. The reporters were very satisfied with the reception and harvest tonight.
"Mr. Robber, thank you for your hospitality. I think the French people will learn about the Japanese's bestiality from the "Le Monde" tomorrow. I hope to have the opportunity to communicate with you again."
"Yes, Les Echos will arrange the best possible page to introduce the detailed story of this incident."
"The American people will also learn about this disaster from the Times. I hope you can continue to communicate with us, both for your ideals and for the sake of those innocent hostages."
"Mr. Robber, when will you release the hostages? After all, we can't make everyone despise the behavior of the Japanese. Do you want to kidnap them for the rest of their lives?"
There are also smart reporters who feel that the matter is not that simple. After all, the robbers have not made any substantive demands so far, just empty demands.
Zuo Zhong raised a finger: "As long as the representatives of the Japanese kneel down in front of the Six Nations Hotel, publicly apologize for their atrocities, and promise not to massacre civilians and prisoners again, the war should be left to the soldiers, right? .”
The reporters were silent. They felt that it was impossible for the Japanese to agree to this condition. After all, Zuo Zhong only took some hostages, not their emperor.
Once the Japanese publicly apologize, it is an admission of the illegality of everything they have done. You must know that the Japanese have always claimed that they are here to help the Chinese.
"Haha, friends, don't think too much. Let the Japanese decide these things. But please also tell everyone that if my demands are not met, I will start executing the hostages in two days. From the Japanese intelligence personnel Started with two traitors."
The reporters looked at the gentle masked man in front of them. The execution of the hostages seemed so easy in his mouth, as if he was inviting them to a dinner party today.
After getting so much explosive news, reporters said goodbye one after another. They needed to seize the time to compete for headlines. Fortunately, China had already launched a fax machine business at this time, and these photos would definitely cause a sensation.
The reporters dispersed, and Major Vicente also said goodbye to Zuo Zhong: "Goodbye, Mr. Masked Man, I want to ask you a question, what is your relationship with the Irish Republican Army?"
Zuo Zhong was stunned for a moment, but fortunately the mask blocked his expression. He pretended to be mysterious and said: "Where there is oppression, there is resistance, right?"
Zuo Zhong really didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise. The name he came up with at the time was just nonsense. He didn't expect the British to associate them with the Irish Republican Army. It was really interesting.
Vicente's heart tightened. Is there someone connecting these organizations? There must be a big conspiracy here, and we must go back and report it to Mr. Consul immediately.
He stretched out his hand to say goodbye: "Mr. Masked Man, although I don't know who you are, I believe you are a well-educated gentleman. I hope you will not let hatred defeat your reason."
Zuo Zhong shook hands with him: "Mr. Major, if it were peacetime, I would prefer to sit at the desk and study knowledge, but is there still a pure land in Northeast and North China? So besides hatred, what else do we have left?"
Vicente stopped persuading. He knew that he could not empathize with the situation. He had already tried his best. This was a conflict between the Chinese and the Japanese, and it had nothing to do with him.
But when the masked man just mentioned the desk and knowledge, is he a scholar? Perhaps he has studied abroad, otherwise he would not know so much about Europe and the world situation.
Watching Vicente leave thoughtfully, Zuo Zhong chuckled, "Bullshit scholars and republicans, people nowadays are just simple, people will believe whatever you say."
"Go back and check on those cute little babies. Don't let the guests tamper with us. Tomorrow we will really be famous all over the world." Zuo Zhong laughed proudly.
Vicente returned to the consulate, where Bailondo was waiting for him.
"Major, what are those damn robbers doing, and what connection do they have with those untouchables in Ireland?"
"Mr. Consul, the other party did not deny its relationship with the IRA. It seems that someone is manipulating all this."
The White Dragon Emperor suddenly sat up from the sofa: "It's true! I knew it, I knew it, it must be the red giant bear behind it. Only they can do such a thing! Please tell me carefully."
The red giant bears didn't know that someone had thrown the blame on their heads. Although there was their shadow in Ireland, these masked men really had nothing to do with them.
Vicente told everything about tonight's encounter, such as the discussion between Germany and Mustache, the current situation of the hostages, and Zuo Zhong's final request.
"What, they asked the Japanese to kneel down and apologize. They are really wishful thinking. What is not obtained on the battlefield can never be obtained at the negotiation table." Bai Longdu sneered at Zuo Zhong's words.
He knew the virtues of those Japanese dwarves very well. In Chinese terms, they would not admit it even if they were beaten to death. What's more, this kind of statement was very sensitive and involved the legitimacy of the war in North China and the puppet Manchukuo.
"Mr. Consul, the masked man said that the hostages will be executed in two days, starting with Japanese intelligence officers and traitors. They are not kidding. The Six Nations Hotel is full of dangerous goods." Weisen reminded tactfully.
"What! Shameless bastard, why did he blow up my Six Nations Hotel! I will hang him!" Mr. Bailondu suddenly became furious like a porcupine that had been stabbed in the butt.
You killing hostages has nothing to do with me, and you making the Japanese admit their mistakes has nothing to do with me, but if you want to blow up my hotel, then you and I are sworn enemies.
Bailondu grabbed a pistol: "Send troops immediately! Let the military police from all consulates gather and arrest these damn guys immediately. I will take command personally."
Vicente quickly dismissed Mr. Consul's whims: "No, they have placed dangerous goods at all entrances and exits and load-bearing wall columns. They cannot be removed in a short time. Mr. Consul, calm down."
Vicente knew that if there was a large-scale attack, the masked man would blow up the Six Nations Hotel without hesitation. Although he was gentle and gentle, although he acted like a gentleman, he was actually a madman.
Bai Longdu sat down on the sofa: "Then the property that I worked so hard to embezzle, cheat, and rob is just like that."
Vicente put forward his thoughts at the right time: "Mr. Consul, the face of the Japanese has nothing to do with the British Empire, but it is related to your... dignity. I think you can exert some appropriate pressure."
Major Vicente is a standard soldier. He also believes that war should be a matter between soldiers and should not affect civilians, especially women and children.
Major Vicente added: "Moreover, the Japanese also sent spies to map the map of Southeast Asia. Downing Street is also very angry about this matter. If the consul can teach the Japanese a lesson on this matter, I believe the country will be happy to see it."
Bai Longdu stood up after thinking: "Major, your opinion is correct. We should consider this matter from a humanitarian perspective and properly resolve this matter. I will negotiate with other consuls to force the Japanese to accept the conditions of the masked man."
"Yes, Mr. Consul. By the way, the masked man's dinner is very sumptuous. Eight-year Golden Bell whiskey and Johnnie Walker are very rare."
"God, I'm going to kill that bastard."
A reporter also came to the Japanese Consulate General. He sold the information inside the hotel to Toyama Nakaji. Of course, this did not prevent him from passing the information back to the press. This was just business.
Perhaps the masked man also wanted the Japanese to know. After all, the outcome of this matter needs to be decided by the Japanese themselves. The reporter looked at the U.S. dollars in his hand and smiled.
After reading the information in his hand, Toyama Nakaharu slammed it on the table: "The empire will never surrender to a robber, and the citizens of the Empire of Japan will be willing to sacrifice."
If the hostages are dead, they are dead. It is absolutely impossible for the empire to kneel down and apologize. At that time, it can still win sympathy from the international community. Wouldn't it be beautiful?
As a member of the Special High School, Ryousuke Hase should devote his life to the honor of the empire. In fact, he has not committed suicide until now, which is against the spirit of the samurai.
"Send the information back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." After thinking about it, Toyama Nakaji told the consulate staff that this was no longer something he could decide.
And Chen Gongshu also got the details of the dinner, with all kinds of high-end drinks, high-profile discussions about the international situation, numerous dangerous goods and a jaw-dropping condition.
"Let the Japanese kneel down and apologize? How is this possible? The matter can no longer be concealed. It must be reported to the director." After hiding Zuo Zhong for a day, Chen Gongshu felt that he was very interesting.
When this telegram was delivered to Dai Chunfeng of the Jinling Secret Service, Lao Dai even thought that Chen Gongshu was joking. Didn't he just ask Zuo Zhong to assassinate Zhang Jingyao? What does it have to do with the Liuguo Hotel?
Of course he knew what happened at the Liuguo Hotel, but it was in the embassy area, and the people who did it were Northeasterners under the rule of the Puppet Manchukuo, so he just watched it for fun, and even took a bit of schadenfreude.
When I saw the report from the Beijing Station, Dai Chunfeng's hall turned black. What happened? His most valued student led a group of secret service men and hijacked the Six Nations Hotel.
You wouldn't dare to make up the story like this, right? Zuo Zhong's purpose of doing this is to kill Zhang Jingyao? For such a big battle, it would be enough to kill the Chairman of the Generalissimo, not to mention the down-and-out warlord Zhang Jingyao.
After thinking about it, Dai Chunfeng felt that there was something going on here. Zuo Zhong knew about it. He was a steady and careful man and it was impossible for him to do such a thing. Could it be Zheng Tingbing?
Dai Chunfeng took a sip of water and decided to suppress the matter first. He would first contact the radio station carried by Zuo Zhong and others, and then decide to report to the chairman of the committee after confirmation.
"Come here, send a message to Section Chief Zuo and the others to inquire about the progress of the operation."
In the Liuguo Hotel, Gui Youguang and others also asked Zuo Zhong. They just learned that Zuo Zhong asked the Japanese to kneel down and apologize, and promised not to massacre civilians again.
"Brother, will the Japanese be obedient?"
"Of course we can't do it, but we have allies, and they will make the Japanese bow their heads."
At this time, He Yijun came over: "Report, there is a telegram from my hometown, asking how the operation is progressing."
Zuo Zhong smiled slightly: "Call back, everything goes well, wait for the good news."
