Trafford's Trading Club
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chapter-25-2
“One minute late, I’ll kill one person.” Roger said indifferently, “There are a lot of people below, don’t you think? Even if you are two or three hours late, it’s more than enough.”
Madman! Scumbag!
The anger in the eyes of the old senate president grew stronger, but he couldn’t resist. He even looked weakly at a small object Roger threw on the table.
It was a remote control with only a red button. However, it was such a simple thing that controlled the lives of all hostages on the scene.
Powerful explosives that could blow up the entire theater… When the senate president was reminded that horrifying weapons were buried under his feet, his nerves tensed up.As for the ‘greedy fat pig,’ he was in an even more unbearable state, sweating profusely and trembling all over.
However, after listening to Roger’s threatening words, the old senate president had to make another call again quickly.
Soon after, the old man said quickly, “Moria can reach this place as soon as possible. After all, the prison where he is being held is the closest here! Roger, please don’t irritate the government. You should know that we will extract the people as soon as possible. That’s enough to show our sincerity.”
“Um…excellent.” Roger nodded, “I haven’t seen Moria in a long time.”
Roger smiled, and the old senate president heaved a sigh of relief. At least this guy won’t do something too radical, right?
Boom—!
“But, I’m still bored.”This shot hit the cheek of an orchestra member on the lower stage, from the left cheek directly to the right cheek.
After this shot, the old senate president had no time to imagine it. He just looked at the man’s face with a demon’s smile in horror.
“Don’t let me wait too long.”
“Quick! No matter what you do, I want to see these four guys appearing at the theater gate in half an hour!”
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There were 23 vile thugs in total.
These people could cause significant damage if left alone anywhere. But even so, it wasn’t easy for the 23 people to gain full control of the theater.
After all, destruction and control were different tasks.
The hostages in the concert hall were still manageable. However, those who had entered the VIP room might have slipped out, or some people might have taken advantage of the chaotic time to hide.
Roger’s two subordinates were searching for the stray fish outside their net one by one at this time.
The theater might still have many staff members hiding. But, as long as the thugs retained control of all the hostages in this concert hall, it would be enough. After all, no outstanding theater staff could compare to a member of an ordinary foreign language exchange group.
Due to the theater layout, the thugs managed to suppress the scene by just guarding a few entrances and exits. The thugs dispatched personnel to search the place one by one.
“Hey, speaking of it, there are so many recent homicides, which attracted most of the police force’s attention and relaxed the supervision. Otherwise, we would not have easily mixed into the UPP team.”
Holding the P-90 in his chest with both hands, one of the thugs looked quite relaxed at this time. He walked on the corridor on the upper floor in the theater and opened a VIP booth with his companion supporting him.
Before this, they had searched the place once. They were checking the place in case they missed out on something.
Roger was a thorough lunatic, but at the same time, he was also cautious. He issued multiple searches until his goal was achieved.
Gunshots occasionally sounded. The two knew that their leader was having fun, so they just smiled at each other and continued searching.
At this moment, on the ceiling of the corridor where the two had just passed by, a figure quietly fell to the ground.
That was Song Haoran. He had successfully sneaked in here and heard the two thugs. Hence, he hid in the ceiling and waited for the two to pass by.
There would inevitably be a sound when a person landed. Hearing the movement, the two thugs turned around instantly, holding the P-90’s trigger.
However, the figure in front of them was too fast. In just an instant, one of them had already been defeated. The other didn’t even see how the opponent made a move.
Another thug was also knocked down to the ground at the same time, and he didn’t even have time to shoot. His joints were in abnormal pain at this time, and his body was in a deadlock like an octopus by Song Haoran.
Brazilian Jiu-jitsu.
Song Haoran was no stranger to killing. Many years ago, his father let him enter the jungle alone when he was only ten years old to fight with ferocious beasts. From the age of 16, he had followed his father, crisscrossing the chaotic areas filled with wars in South America.
Under the noble son’s appearance, a hideous beast was lurking in it.
Song Haoran opened his hands at this time. One of the thugs had his neck twisted while the other was knocked out.
Without any hesitation, Song Haoran pulled out a black military knife from the unconscious thug and directly cut the opponent’s throat.
“There are 21 more.”
What Song Haoran didn’t realize was that when the two thugs died, especially the thug whose throat was cut, the ‘Sun God Emblem’ he was wearing emitted a faint glitter.
Just as Song Haoran was about to get rid of the two corpses, an abnormal sound alarmed him.
In fact, activating the ‘Sun God Emblem’ would make his perception soar wildly. Moreover, his perception grew stronger as days passed too.
For example, his hearing far exceeded that of ordinary people.
The source of the sound came from another booth. Song Haoran looked calm and walked slowly towards the booth.
The movement he heard was the sound of footsteps.
There were people hidden in the room. When they heard footsteps, they seemed frightened at this time and were backing non-stop.
Maybe, they are still looking around, looking for a place to hide?
In front of the door, Song Haoran stopped. He said calmly and smilingly, “Don’t be nervous. The government sent me to rescue you.”
Haha, nope.