C742 The Danger Rose Again

"Commander Xiaoming, control the situation!

Women and children are very important. That, that. . . "

The old Taoist panicked and kept urging Zhao Xiaoming.

Xiaoming was well aware of his" sub-health "issues. He was envious and jealous, but he also denounced him several times.

The situation was urgent. The woman who had extended her hand to help her friend was to save her life in the midst of fire and water.

He gave the old Taoist a look that said, "You have to remember this. " Then, he gave a warning from afar.

"Listen up, bandits. Restrain yourself. Stop immediately. You can't treat women and children like this. Look at how cute they are. "

After saying that, Little Ming saw Mrs. Marvin's children.

Each of them looked like a big-headed doll. Their eyes were clear like water, dripping and round, and their skin was tender and tender. Any normal person who looked at them would want to go over and hug them and kiss them a few times.

Little Ming's childish heart was still there. His good heart was suddenly aroused, and he spoke of the child in an instant.

The long-faced man didn't have the slightest intention of letting go. When he heard him talk about the child, he seemed to have received some kind of inspiration. He waved his gun and Mrs. Marvin left, grabbing the child in her hand.

It was as if he was carrying a rabbit. He then picked up a child with big eyes.

This fellow's hand strength was quite strong. In an instant, he pulled the child's neck until it was twitching. A pair of cute eyes looked at him and made an expression of fear. He didn't even dare to cry.

"Damn it, these scumbags, old Taoist. . . That child. . . "

Zhao Xiaoming was so angry that his eyes were wide open. When he thought of that child, his voice changed.

It wasn't just him. Harrison was also waving at him from afar.

These people were all extremely angry. The old Taoist's attention was still on the Iron Widow. He was not in the mood to study this matter at all. This caused the hope that Zhao Xiaoming had just had to bear to be shattered again.

"Step back, step back. Open a hole in the southern part of the city. And those damn military police of yours. . .

Step back, step back, do you hear me? " The long-faced man aimed his gun at the large-eyed man's face, fearlessly, and loudly threatened.

This was what any righteous man feared the most.

These fellows in front of him were all maniacs who killed without blinking their eyes. If they were to relax a little or provoke them, a tragedy would immediately happen.

This was not Xiao Ming's fault. This kind of rescue was too difficult.

In the past, in a similar situation, the sniper was already in position and decisively opened fire. In the end, the robber was unharmed and the hostage was shot several times.

It was a 100% success rate. That was a movie series, and now it was a reality that was right in front of them.

It was incomparably cruel.

Little Ming lowered his head. All sorts of thoughts were coming up in his mind. What Xiao Qiangbing? Why wasn't he here?

What did he mean by that? He shouldn't have come here by himself. After receiving such a huge plate, his reputation was going to be ruined.

He lowered his head and thought about it. He could also feel a murderous aura.

It wasn't just him. The people at the scene were really afraid of letting out tragic cries all of a sudden.

After that, there were all sorts of threats and threats, causing his brothers to have no choice but to retreat with tears in their eyes.

"No, absolutely not. Big eyes are just like those of mine when I was young. How beautiful are they?

They're pink and chubby. No way. " Zhao Xiaoming suddenly thought of this in all kinds of complicated thoughts. He slowly raised his head, and his eyes turned from timid to fierce.

"Old Taoist, you have ten seconds to think of a way, otherwise. . . "

Xiaoming began to threaten the old Taoist. His tone was extremely tough. As long as he could not think of a way, he would expose the fake face of the Fraud in front of everyone in the future. He would also expose the Iron Widow, and so on and so forth.

The old Taoist also saw that the poor child was still struggling in the hands of the long-faced man.

Just now, he tried to beg a few times, but in the end, he received two punches on his head. At this time, his face could only turn purple.

Mrs. Marvin was even more pitiful. Several times, she wanted to replace her big eyes, but there were other children in her arms and by her side. There were bandits standing next to her, threatening her.

As long as he pounced, the gun would definitely ring.

The old Taoist's first reaction was to rub the monkey on his shoulder and said worriedly:

"Wukong, hide. They're willing to bully people like you. "

When Wukong heard his words, he jumped onto the wall beside him with a whoosh. He was about to disappear.

It looked like even animals were afraid of evil people.

The only thing left was the wolfdogs.

The old Taoist found that ever since there were a lot of gunshots in this place, Whirlwind's courage had become much smaller.

He would often run to the side, so he didn't dare to rush forward.

He wasn't a divine dog, so he was afraid of death.

Zhao Xiaoming put too much pressure on him. He pressed on Whirlwind's head and said something in a low voice. Then, he dragged it away and told Xiaoming:

"Fatty, you are invincible. If I don't come back later and take care of myself, then I'll leave that woman to you. "

Before Zhao Xiaoming could retort, he ran away like a wisp of smoke.

"You'll have to find out what you're looking at. Forget about that Bucketwoman. "

Zhao Xiaoming cursed angrily.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a few steps forward to start the negotiation.

Since the local bandits had never seen much of the world, he would use the domestic methods:

Psychological warfare.

From the moment they walked up, Hassan had tacitly coordinated well. He didn't care about anything else. He braced himself and moved forward. The two sides were separated by thirty to forty meters, and they directly negotiated.

It had to be said that Zhao Xiaoming was quite professional.

Behind him was a police officer. He was a big man with a gun in one hand and a hand behind his back. He was very professional in protecting him.

From this moment on, he did not look at those children anymore and directly negotiated terms.

He said that the alliance was not alone and there were so many big shots. He, Zhao Xiaoming, did not have the ability to ask everyone to retreat.

"Big Face, look at me. I'm just a fat worker.

Can I decide this matter?

The headquarters has a program. Even if your conditions are reasonable, they still have to hold a meeting to study it. What do you think?

It's not easy to do anything, is it easy for you guys? Take a look. I'm starving and skinny. "

Zhao Xiaoming saw that although the long-haired man had a blank expression on his face, he seemed to be seriously saying these words. He quickly followed his heart and said it.

The long-haired man had a fierce look on his face as he thought in a daze. The few bandits next to him were very simple-minded. When they saw Xiaoming rubbing his stomach from afar, they muttered something in a low voice. Someone cursed:

"Damn fatty, you're lying! Liar, what are you talking about? "

"Hungry? Bullshit. Look at how fat you are, damn pig. " Another person shouted.

How would they know that Xiaoming was worried that he would become timid and become ugly? He asked the police officer behind him to continuously stab him in the back with a nail.

Only in this way could he calm down.

The police officer at the back let go of his hand anxiously, afraid that the other party would shoot him in an instant. Zhao Xiaoming's chubby fingers At the same time, Zhao Xiaoming was looking at that fellow. He objected angrily:

"Can we talk about it? Who's farting? Can't you see that my stomach hurts? "

When the fellow saw how arrogant he was, he looked at his long face and saw that there was no sound. He was so angry that his mouth trembled. He punched the male owner, Marco, on the shoulder.

This Markang was just a thin man. He knelt on the ground in pain.

The bandit's Bayonet stabbed into his shoulder. The sharp blade brought out large pieces of flesh and blood, which immediately flowed down.

The long-faced man seemed to have figured it out. He first looked at Markang, then at Zhao Xiaoming and shouted arrogantly:

"I'll give you ten seconds. Just ten seconds. Otherwise, kill this thin man first. "