Only Feng Biao and Shaman were left in the room.
Feng Biao let out a long sigh. He did not strangle Shaman's neck like Gao Yi did, but he pulled Shaman up and made him leave the only chair in the room.
Shaman looked coldly at Feng Biao who was sitting on the chair.
Feng Biao raised his gun and pointed it at Shaman. Then he suddenly turned to the person at the door and shouted: "Close the door!"
Shaman said sternly: "Don't close the door!"
Feng Biao's eyes widened, but Shaman, who was standing, immediately glared at Feng Biao and said, "Don't think that gun can scare me!"
Sharman really has some backbone, I can’t accept this.
There was nothing to say. He thought for a while and finally sat on the only chair. Shaman stood next to the desk and continued to glare at Feng Biao.
Time passes quickly, but it feels like it is very slow.
Fortunately, Feng Biao really didn't expect to leave alive this time, so subjective speed didn't matter to him.
About half an hour later, Feng Biao's cell phone rang suddenly. He answered the call and listened to Gao Yi whisper: "We picked up the eldest brother and are going to the airport now. Are you okay there?"
Feng Biao smiled and said: "I'm fine here, it's okay."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Biao didn't want to say anything more. He still raised his gun and looked at Shaman calmly.
Shaman suddenly said: "You will die."
"I know."
"You know?" Shaman glanced at Feng Biao in confusion, and then he suddenly said: "Why are you doing this? Sacrifice yourself to save others? Is it worth it?"
"Whether it's worth it or not will be divided."
Feng Biao quickly answered Sharman's question, then he laughed and said: "Actually, I am a loyal person, but no one deserves my loyalty, so I have never talked about loyalty to anyone before, loyalty... you
Do you understand?"
Shaman kept a calm face and said nothing because Feng Biao didn't know how to say "loyalty" in English. Although Shaman could also speak English, his English was not very good.
Feng Biao thought for a while and said: "Loyalty is...just...I don't know how to put it, but you know that I am willing to die for others. That's probably what it means."
Shaman suddenly said: "What are you after? Money? I can give you a lot of money. If you put down the gun, I will give you 100 million US dollars in cash and then send you to the airport. I am a very trustworthy person. 100 million US dollars is worth to me."
It means nothing, and there is no point in killing you. I want to kill Khaled and your boss even more. I can let you go, as long as I can kill them."
Feng Biao laughed and said: "Buy me? This trick worked well in the past, but it's useless now because I've made enough money."
"Have you earned enough? How much money does it take to be considered as earning enough? One hundred million U.S. dollars is not enough, then one billion! You can't take too much cash, I will transfer it to you, you should understand that no matter how much money is, it is just to me
It’s just a number.”
Feng Biao sighed and said, "I believe it, but have you ever seen such a thing happen when the boss takes the back seat and lets his subordinates leave first?"
Sharman frowned.
Feng Biao said to himself: "Yes, you must have never seen it. You are so superior that it is impossible for you to come into contact with such a thing, let alone see such a thing. I have neither seen it nor heard of it."
Yes, but I saw it today, so what do you think I should do?"
Shaman spread his hands and said, "This is just a way to control his subordinates."
Feng Biao laughed and said: "A means? I also admit the means. I usually call my brothers brothers, but when in trouble, I push my brothers out of the way to block the gun. In this situation where I will die if I stay, he is willing to let me go first, even if he
I accept the tactics used, and I accept even if he just said a few words."
Shaman took a deep breath, and then he said sternly: "You are not afraid of death, but what about your family? Have you ever thought about it?"
Feng Biao said calmly: "I said, I'm going to die, I don't even want my own life, do you think I'm still afraid of your threat?"
Shaman was speechless.
Feng Biao continued: "I am dead. I have made enough money and my wish is fulfilled. If I die, I will die. I don't care!"
Shaman rolled his eyes, still thinking about how to save the situation.
Finally, Shaman said seriously: "No, no one cares about their own lives. You think there is someone who can save you, don't you?"
Feng Biao said with a smile: "I'm dead, but I'm not a bad person. People used to think I was a bad person, because they didn't have the chance for me to be loyal to them. Now, if the boss is loyal enough, then I will
He wants to be loyal, and I want to be loyal, so you don’t have to think about it, it’s useless!”
Feng Biao kept saying that he was doomed. Maybe Feng Biao really thought so, but Sharman didn't believe it.
Shaman stopped talking and thought hard about how to break the situation.
Feng Biao looked at the open office door, and then he suddenly said: "Close the door."
Sharman was unmoved.
Feng Biao suddenly raised his gun and fired a shot at the door.
The gunshots frightened several people blocking the doorway to death, and Shaman was also inevitably startled.
Feng Biao pointed at Shaman's head and said seriously: "Even if I can't shoot you in the head now! But if I shoot you in the leg next time, do you believe it?"
Shaman was startled.
Feng Biao continued: "As long as you are not dead, they can't move, but do you want to make a hole in your leg? Do you? Let them close the door now, I will count to three, one, two!"
Shaman immediately said: "Close the door!"
Regarding the issue of whether the door should be closed or not, Sharman finally compromised because he discovered that the person who dared to hit his head with the handle of the gun might really not be afraid of death, and might really dare to shoot him in the leg.
With the door closed, there is a little more security.
Feng Biao let out a long sigh.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, the phone rang again.
Feng Biao answered the phone, and Gao Yi whispered on the phone: "We are at the airport, but the airport does not allow us to take off. We cannot take off. Let the prince order the plane to be cleared."
Feng Biao looked at Sharman and said: "Order to let our plane take off. The air force is not allowed to intercept it, otherwise I will kill you."
"You don't have to be afraid of death, but you want your people to live. Yes, I have found your weakness. You can kill me, but your companions and the Khaled family will all die!"
Sharman is really brave and he has real backbone.
Shaman suddenly laughed and said seriously: "Do you think you can achieve your goal by holding me hostage?"
Feng Biao didn't know how to answer, because he found that Gao Yi and himself might have really underestimated Shaman's character.
Shaman said harshly: "I would rather die than accept this coerced compromise. You don't understand me, you really don't understand me!"
Feng Biao looked at Sharman, and Sharman stared back at Feng Biao without any sign of weakness. Then, he suddenly said: "Let the Khaled family get off the plane, and your companions can leave. Listen! Now you have two choices, either
You shoot me to death, and then all of you will be buried with me, or exchange your life for the life of your companions. I will give you this opportunity and give you ten seconds to think about it."
He just doesn't compromise, he just doesn't accept weakness, he just doesn't fear death. Now it's Shaman who sets the time for Feng Biao.
Feng Biao looked at Shaman blankly, and Shaman said calmly: "One, two..."
Feng Biao suddenly laughed and whispered: "Are you trying to compete with me?"
"three."
"good!"
Feng Biao shouted, then he stood up, patted his belly, lifted up his quick-drying clothes, and revealed his balled-up headscarf.
Shaman looked at Feng Biao coldly and said: "Four."
Feng Biao smiled and said: "Your security inspection methods are outdated. Have you ever heard of fabric explosives?"
Shaman was slightly absent-minded, but he was only temporarily absent-minded, and then said: "Five..."
Feng Biao saw the letter opener on the table. He picked up the knife with a smile and made two gestures on his leg.
"six."
Feng Biao suddenly raised his hand and stabbed his thigh with a sharp knife.
Sharman was stunned again, and then he briefly stopped counting.
Feng Biao held the gun in his left hand and the knife in his right hand. Then he suddenly cut the knife horizontally and then pulled the knife out.
The blood spurted out all of a sudden. The blood flow was very fast, but not too fast. At least it was not the kind of blood loss that would cause death in a few minutes after a major artery was punctured.
Shaman swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "Seven!"
Feng Biao let go of the knife, reached into his pocket, and took out the car key.
"This is a remote control that can drive a car or detonate a bomb."
Shaman looked at the remote control in Feng Biao's hand, gritted his teeth and said with trembling words: "Eight!"
"ah!"
Feng Biao suddenly yelled, and then he suddenly pressed the unlock button of the car key.
Shaman closed his eyes suddenly and subconsciously made a resisting movement with his hands.
No sound.
Shaman opened his eyes. He looked at Feng Biao and was about to speak when he saw Feng Biao grinning and saying, "It didn't explode because it was a loose detonator. Now, if I let go of my hand, the bomb will explode!"
Shaman could only grit his teeth and was speechless. He looked at the bleeding wound on Feng Biao's leg and couldn't say a word.
Feng Biao laughed twice and said: "I told you to be loyal, but you don't believe me. If you want to compete with me, fine, I will risk my life, and you can continue to count!"
A word came out of Shaman's mouth.
"Nine!"
Feng Biao continued to laugh and said: "If my hand is loosened, we two will die together. I will not let go now, but I cut off one of my own blood vessels. I will definitely die of blood loss. My companion will die in front of me like this."
Yes, it takes about two hours. It may be faster or slower, but it’s almost two hours.”
Shaman's ten can't be said at all.
Feng Biao whispered: "While I still have the strength to press this remote control, you order the plane to take off. I will let you go when I confirm that my companions are safe, and blow yourself up in this room. What do you think of this option?"
?”
After saying that, Feng Biao put the gun he had always held in his hand on the table, turned the handle of the gun upside down, pushed it in front of Shaman, and said with a smile: "I know you are really not afraid of death, and I really admire your courage.
, so you can also choose to kill me now, you shoot, I let go, and we die together, this is also an option."
Does Sharman believe there is a bomb?
Does Sharman dare to hold a gun?
Shaman looked at the bleeding wound on Feng Biao's leg.
Feng Biao smiled again and said: "You are right, we really don't dare to kill you, but now I am going to die. Do you understand that I am going to die? I will not care about the flood after I die, so you'd better decide quickly.
If I lose too much blood, I will definitely not be able to hold on and let go, so even if you don’t want to die, you will have no choice but to die with me."
Shaman took a deep breath, stared into Feng Biao's eyes, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the gun.
Feng Biao closed his eyes and said calmly: "Please hurry up, I'm in pain."
Shaman really didn't believe it without holding a gun, but now, he had to believe it.
Sharman suddenly shouted: "Let the plane take off and let them go."
Feng Biao opened his eyes and looked at Shaman calmly.
Shaman suddenly put down the gun pointed at Feng Biao, and then continued to yell: "No interception!"
Chapter completed!