Chapter 1133 They Can Die, but You Can't? (Long Chapter, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 1134 They can die, but you can’t? (Big chapter please vote for me)

In front of the FBI building, He Ao didn't seem to notice the sniper rifle in the distance. He withdrew his gaze, glanced at the security forces who had made way for them, and then looked back at Weiken and Weiken who were sitting in the car and were unwilling to get off. Rembert.

He slowly raised his hand, revealing the remote control in his hand.

As his head turned, the sniper on the tall building in the distance leaned tightly on the scope, and the finger on the trigger slowly tightened.

"Saote, don't try to threaten us again!"

Looking at the remote control held in He Ao's hand, Rembert, who had not spoken much, lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "It's a little early for you to want us to be your puppets."

"Saote, you can press the detonator and try,"

Weiken leaned on the back seat, with a calm face and a slight smile, looking down at He Ao, as if he was sure that He Ao would not press the detonator, "Don't be stubborn, you still have a choice if you choose to surrender now. "

He Ao glanced at Wiken and Rembert, waved his hands in boredom, and then pressed the detonation button.

Didi didi——

A violent sound suddenly came from the feet of the two people.

Including Hull, no one expected that He Ao would press the detonation button of the bomb so casually.

No one reacted, and no one even had time to reach out and give the two people sitting in the car a hand.

At this moment, the smile on Weiken's face froze almost simultaneously, but he had no more time to change his expression. The rapidly secreted adrenaline filled his body, causing him to explode at an unprecedented speed.

Beside him, Rembert also jumped out of the other side door of the off-road vehicle without hesitation under this drastic change.

boom--

A bright flame suddenly exploded in the off-road vehicle, igniting surging fireworks.

He Ao raised his hand, and at this moment of raging flames, he casually pushed Hel, who was standing aside and hadn't realized what to do, and pushed him away from the core area of ​​the explosion.

But at this moment, when he saw the surging flames, the calm-looking sniper sitting upstairs pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He didn't care at all about the life or death of the two 'big men' in the car. He only knew that now was the best time to kill someone.

But He Ao's eyes did not look at the sniper. He just turned his eyes and looked at the 'Wiccan' who jumped in the air, was hit on the back by the fire wave of the explosion, and flew towards him.

At the same time, he raised his left hand slightly and flicked his fingers.

The bullet that passed through the flames drew a long wave of air in the air, and then hit the fingertips of the fingers that popped out.

boom--

There was a crisp sound in the fierce flames, and then the flying bullet paused lightly and flew back.

During the whole process, He Ao never raised his head to glance at the fired bullet. He slowly retracted his hand and looked at the explosion ahead.

boom--

The speeding bullet shot backward at a faster speed. Before the sniper holding the equipment could react, it penetrated his Gauss sniper rifle, penetrated the thick energy battery, and penetrated him. body.

boom--

A roaring explosion sounded above the tall building, swallowing up everything around it with surging fireworks.

puff--

Wiccan's body rolled and fell to the ground, landing right in front of He Ao.

His original custom-made silk suit was now completely burned, revealing the torn nano body armor underneath.

If he hadn't worn this nano body armor in case of a sudden explosion of West Steel, the explosion just now would have been enough to tear his back and kill him instantly.

Of course, if the bomb had zero delay and no beeping alarm, he would also be dead.

He lay on the ground, feeling the pain all over his body, and looked at He Ao angrily, "Saote! Are you crazy!?! Do you want to kill us?"

"Why not?"

He Ao squatted down, still holding the remote control with his other hand, and said with a smile, "Since those who eat 'packaged meat' can die, why can't you die?"

Weiken looked at the man in front of him tremblingly. He opened his mouth as if he had thousands of words to argue with the man in front of him.

He wanted to describe his power and passionately demonstrate the difference between himself and those low-level untouchables.

He wanted to pick up his bracelet to show off his wealth and show that he controlled the fate of many people in the city.

He also wanted to angrily scold the 'madman' in front of him, to show how valuable he was, and to show that after he and Rembert died, these security forces would no longer have restraint and would definitely attack in groups, and those FBI 'wild dogs' would accompany them. They were buried together with this.

But when he saw the remote control again, he fell silent again.

All power, status, and wealth seem to be of no use at this moment.

The other person is a lunatic, he cares about these things, but he doesn't care that much.

The opponent can easily press the detonator without hesitation, and can also kill him without hesitation.

Life is so fragile in the face of violence.

It only takes one click to separate life and death.

That low question echoed in Wiccan's mind, 'They can die, why can't you? ’.

Sometimes, the Creator is indeed fair, and everyone has only one life.

The remaining fire wave rolled over the hem of the heavy jacket, and He Ao stood up slowly. He seemed not to notice the change in Wiken's expression, and seemed not to care about Wiken's expression at all.

He turned slowly and walked toward the FBI building.

"Get up and keep walking if you're still alive, you two. There's a place ready for you inside."

Calm voices echoed in the empty square.

He Ao's figure did not stop. He slowly crossed the road that the security personnel gave way to and continued moving forward without looking back.

A staggering figure limped to Wiccan's side.

It was Rembert.

He is younger than Wiccan, moves faster than Wiccan, and wears a thicker nano body armor than Wiccan.

He looked at He Ao's back with a gloomy expression.

In the brief silence, Wiccan slowly got up, and then the two of them followed He Ao's pace.

No one drove them away, but they just followed the figure.

Ho Ao walked quietly in front of Wicken and Rembert. He didn't plant any new bombs, and didn't even let anyone look at the two people behind him. He didn't seem to worry at all that they would escape.

The two people whose clothes were torn to pieces by the explosion also remained silent, limping and following He Ao's footsteps.

The security personnel stared blankly at the scene in front of them. They held firearms, but no one dared to shoot.

The electromagnetic guns locked automatically and moved following He Ao's pace, but they were just moving.

They just watched, like a line of guards, watching the king return to his palace with his 'trophies'.

Hull, who was pushed aside, looked at the scene in front of him in confusion. After a brief hesitation, he followed Wicken and Rembert.

Borrick, who was on the edge of the crowd, also waved and led the executives behind him toward the FBI building.

All the security personnel watched all this, watching a few ordinary FBI agents, escorting three times their number of 'prisoners', Shi Shi under the gaze of heavily armed enemies dozens of times their size. Then he walked into the tall building as if he was in no one's land.

On the street in the distance, a figure raised his camera high and captured this scene.

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"Boss, do we really not stop them?"

On a platform not far away, a security guard wearing an officer's uniform looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said with some confusion,

"From what we know, this building may be better armed than the Minter City Defense Force Command Center. It is armed to the teeth. If Mr. Wiken and the others are really allowed to enter, we will not Good to be rescued.”

As far as he could see, the team was about to fully enter the FBI building.

"bar,"

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he looked at his subordinate who was about to command someone to take action after hearing half of his words, "Are you going to stop me?"

"ah?"

The subordinate was stunned.

"What kind of pig brain do you have?!"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and hit his subordinate on the head hard.

"That madman really dares to kill people. If you rush over and he really kills Mr. Wicken, what will you do? Mr. Wicken has led so many industries in Mingte City. If there is a problem with these industries, who will come? Responsible? Are you ready to change your clothes and grab the packaged meat?"

The officer shrank his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the FBI people who were gradually walking into the building in the distance, and fell into silence.

"correct,"

At this time, the middle-aged man seemed to remember something and said in a cold tone, "Where was the guy who came to report yesterday? Didn't he say that Sauter didn't leave the FBI building?! Is this what he meant by 'didn't leave'? "

"Still hanging down, he said that he had already told everything he knew and knew nothing else."

The officer whispered.

"Hit him, beat him hard, until he confesses!"

The middle-aged man said coldly, "That guy Sauter is very cunning. This guy is most likely a spy sent to mislead us!"

——

Mayor's Palace

"You mean,"

Lockett looked up at the young secretary in front of him, slightly dazed, "The top executives of Note Intelligence and West Steel were taken over by Sauter and a few people in their home of Note Intelligence?"

"Yes,"

The young secretary nodded slightly, "That Sauter came out of nowhere and suddenly appeared in the Music Note Smart Building. Before anyone could react, he broke into the venue and hijacked the top executives of the two major consortiums."

"The main armed forces of the two major consortiums are besieging the FBI building, and there is not much security left around the high-rise buildings. If Sauter has a way to bypass the siege and suddenly attack the Note Smart Building, this is indeed possible,"

Lockett put down the information in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Wiken's movements were easily discovered by Sauter. It seems that our 'Deputy Chief of Staff' has also recruited some subordinates who are good at intelligence. As expected. Someone who can get into the center of the FBI.”

Then he patted the information on the table with a half-smile, "But this old boy, Wiken, actually stumbled here. I didn't expect him. I didn't expect him to be really old."

"Mr. Lockett, do we need to arrange for someone to contact Sauter to coordinate his release?"

The young secretary looked at Lockett's face, lowered his head slightly, and said carefully, "Our 'deal negotiations' with Mr. Wicken can no longer be pushed forward at all."

"I have met Soter. He is a very paranoid person. We cannot convince him. Besides, this matter concerns his life and property. We cannot afford what he wants."

Rockett shook his head. He ran his finger across the documents on the table. "Of course, we still have to save face. Send someone to contact the FBI and listen to their conditions."

"What about our deal with the two major financial groups?"

The young secretary was a little stunned. "Mr. Wicken has reached a basic agreement with us. In this way..."

"This is actually a good thing for us."

Hearing the young secretary's doubts, Lockett smiled and shook his head. He tapped the table with his fingers. "You have to understand that it is the two major financial groups that are doing business with us, not Wicken."

He looked at the confused eyes of the young secretary, raised his hand, made an upward gesture, and said with a smile,

"Raise your eyes a little higher, don't just Looking at the bricks and tiles of Mint City, the cities and land, and also looking at Ains, Wetterland, and the entire Federation, the mobilization of the mercenary group this time was ordered by Wetterland, from the highest level of the two financial groups.

"In other words, it is not Wicken or Rembert who wants to facilitate this deal, but the highest board of directors of the two financial groups,"

Rocket slowly stood up and said with a smile, "Find out who is trading with us, and the rest of the problems will be much simpler,

"Wicken and Rembert, as well as these "high-level" people in Mint City, are just the spokespersons of the two financial groups in Mint City,

"Although the absence of these people will affect the control of the two financial groups over Mint City, it does not mean that the two financial groups have no way out at all,"

He walked to the bedside of the office and looked at the magnificent high-rise buildings, "Their mercenary group is still outside the city. "

He looked back at the young secretary and smiled,

"The stronger Soter's ability is, the greater the things he does, the more he shows his value, and the better it is for us.

"You go and contact the negotiators of the two major consortiums and ask them to report our 'price' directly to the top management of the two major consortiums."

"Still according to the original 'quotation'?"

The young secretary asked, "Or the 'agreement' that we and Mr. Wicken have reached a preliminary intention on?"

"Go with the original quotation, just make a few minor changes,"

Lockett stared at the night outside the window, "all terms will be doubled."

Hearing this, the young secretary was stunned.

Then he stammered, "Can the two major consortiums really agree to our offer? Will they not talk to us?"

"Don't worry,"

Lockett smiled and shook his head, "Now, the initiative is in our hands. They will only be more anxious than us. Negotiations are like this. The more anxious people will pay more. They will talk to us."

The young secretary looked at Lockett and bowed quickly, "Yes, I will arrange it now."

As the young secretary left, Lockett looked at the brightly lit high-rise buildings outside and the darkness behind the gaps in the high-rise buildings. In the darkness, there seemed to be a building surrounded by heavy walls looming.

"Now, the negotiations will take another day or two. What kind of "surprise" can you make in these one or two days?"

The man from Ains is stirring up a storm in this city.

This is a crisis, but also an opportunity.

The stronger the wind and rain, the more expensive the price of the shaking boat in his hand can be sold.

All he needs to do is wait for a time when the wind and waves are the biggest and sell the boat for a "good price".

He knew exactly what he was trading.