"Justin..."
"Mark..."
Half an hour later, after leaving the apartment, Mark nodded expressionlessly at the man who had walked off a 1994 black Honda car.
Justin Byron!
FBI hostage negotiation expert, although similar in appearance to the little white face wandering in Hollywood.
But with first-class professional skills, I once spent three days and three nights using my mouth to make a robber who was taking hostages at a bank give up his weapon and surrender
Although his professional level is top-notch, Mark still can't stand Justin.
For nothing else!
Mainly, Justin firmly refuses to use violence, even when facing the most dangerous criminals
Glancing at Justin, who was full of smiles and had smooth blonde hair, Mark rudely snatched the coffee he held in his hand and said calmly, "Hurry up the process, I'm so aggressive!"
After speaking, he directed to a junior police officer guarding the guard post, "Who is that? Bring me a chair."
"Boss..." Jack next to him couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked around at the reporters and media surrounding the security line, saying, "The impact is not good, is it?"
To be honest, Jack's desire to survive is still very strong for Mark's free will!
Justin, with a slender figure and a scratch on the corner of his eye, couldn't help but shake his head and look at Mark, saying, "It seems you haven't learned the lesson from last time!"
Mark gave a cold smile and said without hesitation, "The best way to deal with terrorists is to kill them cleanly..."
"But now there are hostages..."
"Killing one person can save ten people, and the blood of the ninety-three deceased is not cold yet!"
"You..." Justin could not help slowing down and said to Mark: "In short, there are hostages present, and here is my the final say. Unless I agree to your assault, you can wait for the federal court."
After speaking, Justin waved his hand to his female companion who had been silent all along.
Under the protection of two special police officers, they quickly ran towards the apartment
Mark looked expressionlessly at Justin as he walked into the apartment and sneered.
Glancing at the third floor of the building facing the apartment, he picked up his walkie talkie and asked, "Sniper, can you see the situation inside clearly?"
"No, sir!"
Mark scratched the back of his head, and encountering such a situation was actually the most ridiculous.
Sniper cannot be killed, strong attack cannot be strong attack!
I can only wait for the hostage negotiation team in a daze.
This feeling!
Very bad!
Mark looked up at the shifting sun, squinted his eyes, and couldn't help but say, "Who's not good to send? I insist on sending Justin over to the extreme."
The three people standing next to them twitched slightly at the corners of their mouths when they heard this sentence.
With such a boss, promotion is quick, but from time to time, I am forced to agree with some of Mark's wonderful views.
For example, drinking coffee without sugar is simply anti human.
Also!
There are various wonderful rules in various ways.
Especially rule one, three people were asked to pay for a custom-made dagger that could be hidden inside their belts from the high-end custom weapons counter at Stark!
Half loud!
"Mad, is this guy going to sharpen his lips again until 48 hours later?"
Mark watched helplessly as several police officers walked into the apartment carrying two boxes of pizza.
My mood is even more unpleasant!
Back in the 1990s, terrorists would receive such treatment.
Returning pizza, eating my grenade is about the same
As a result, in the blink of an eye towards the millennium, the entire picture felt like it had changed.
It seems that nowadays, the terrorists who take hostages are the real masters!
"Boss, here!"
Mark glanced at the hamburger handed over by Jack, remained silent for a moment, and then took it with hatred.
I took a big bite with all my might!
According to Jiumei, his divine sea is already about the size of the Pacific Ocean.
And the result
I won't be able to use any abilities at all, and I have to wait for Jiumei's construction to be completed. I will consider the next step of development based on the repair situation!
Damn it!
"You're scolding me again, Mark!"
"I didn't, you heard me wrong!"
scumbag
After automatically blocking out Jiumei's voice, Mark looked at Justin holding his helmet from the apartment and smiled slightly!
Standing up, he said, "Can we launch a strong attack now?"
Justin glanced at Mark and then said, "Hartu wants to have a direct conversation with you!"
"..." Mark!
At the staircase on the third floor of the apartment, crouching behind the explosion-proof shield, Mark ignored Justin's warning gaze and loudly said to 302, "Hartu, I'm Louis. Now that I'm here, you can surrender."
"Hahaha -" A middle-aged man with a magnetic and exotic voice came from within 302, saying, "Surrender, you have defiled my sister, and you still want me to surrender!"
"Drafted Grandpa, Alia and I are in a free love relationship. Your god still cares about this. Call him out and eat my bird!" Mark yelled inwardly.
"But you sold my sister directly to the US government."
"I am the FBI's chief agent, and national security is my responsibility. What do you want to express?"
Mark rolled up his sleeves and shook off Justin, who was tightly pulling at him, shouting inside, "You have the ability to wait inside. I'll go in alone and talk to you well..."
There was a moment of silence in room 302, and then Hartu's voice came out, saying, "Okay, I also want to see what the person who killed my sister looks like!"
"Alia was killed by you, you idiot!" Mark didn't show any mercy and fiercely retorted at the dilapidated Room 302.
Directly causing everyone in the hallway to lose focus for a few seconds!
"What are you doing..." Justin lowered his voice and looked at Mark, who didn't follow the routine, incredulously. "What are you provoking him for? What if there are casualties among the hostages?"
Mark took off his pistol and weapon and said, "Didn't you see that he came specifically to find me?"
"Then you can't go in alone either!"
"So you're going in?"
Mark looked at Justin, who remained silent. This guy has excellent verbal skills, but apart from that, he's useless!
When debating at Yale, Mark suffered several disastrous defeats at the hands of this guy.
Even now, Mark still harbors a grudge against this matter!
Who knows why Justin, who could have become a TNT partner at the largest law firm in New York, followed suit when he heard about his entry into the FBI.
I can't have any ulterior motives towards Mark, can I!
Stop it!
Mark stood up directly from behind the explosion-proof shield, raised his hands and said to Room 302, "I'm in now. Put away the fire sticks you brought out of the third country..."
Everyone's expression is dementia!
"Boss, can I kill him?"
"Damn it, this guy is too crazy..."
"I want to kill him now..."
Justin listened to the sound coming from the eavesdropping device inside the pizza box he had just brought over.
Her face was even darker