[Zhongyingmei] After all, I'm not a devil

Steve was silent for a moment, he opened the suitcase beside him, "Will you shoot?"

"No." Ke Ke stared at the man in the suit walking towards them and said.

"Do you know how to use the grenade?" Steve asked, putting down the Browning gun he was about to pick up.

"Well, I will." Ke Ke nodded, never had pork or seen a pig running.

Still, she stared at Steve's suitcase thoughtfully, "You came to see me with so many things."

Steve closed the box silently, and tucked the wood/bin at his waist.

"Would you believe me if I said I brought it by hand?"

"What do you think?" Coco rolled his eyes and asked back.

She put the grenade/bomb in her pocket casually, and gave Steve a look.

"Don't move!" The two men cut off the aisle one after the other with shotguns in their hands. Their eyes were like vultures, and they looked around.

"Woooooooooo..." The man and woman behind Keke, who were talking nonsense just now, were already paralyzed on the ground in fright. The woman whimpered softly, but the man tightly covered her mouth.

"Something happened inside!" Agent Corson put down the binoculars in his hand, with a serious expression, and he quickly issued various orders.

It was so methodical and calm that everyone was shocked.

Peter squinted his eyes slightly. He couldn't enter Macbeth's restaurant without an appointment, but he had already hidden in through some small methods. At this time, he slipped into a booth 50m away from Coco and Steve.

The man sitting inside was wiping his lips with a napkin. Seeing him coming in, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and then he nodded politely and said hello.

"Sorry to bother you." Peter originally thought about what to do if the person inside screamed, but seeing that the other person was so calm, he felt a little nervous.

"Nothing." The man said.

A drawn-out siren sounded outside the restaurant.

The police chief and everyone in the BAU got out of the car.

"How is the situation?" Police Chief Johnson asked the police officer next to him, sweating profusely.

"We have confirmed that there are [-] terrorists and [-] hostages inside. The snipers are in place, but there are guns installed inside, so we can't take action yet." The policeman said with a heavy expression.

Johnson's face was darkened. The incident happened here. Needless to say, the newspapers today and tomorrow will accuse the police of ineffectiveness.

"Let's negotiate first." Hozner said, "They haven't made a move yet, so it means they must have other plans."

Johnson nodded, "Mr. Hotzner, can you help us negotiate with the terrorists inside?"

Bau Hozner's reputation has long been well-known. Although he doesn't want BAU to interfere in the affairs of the New York Police Department, he still knows what should be the most important thing right now.

Hotzner immediately agreed.

He took the horn handed over by someone else, and started communicating with terrorists familiarly.

"It's from BAU." Someone recognized Hozner and whispered to the leading man.

There was a look of hatred in the man's eyes, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf's, and his aura was as vicious as a hyena, "Good time! Tell him to release the Holy Son immediately, or we will take this group of hostages to hell with us!"

"Yes." The man replied.

"Release the Holy Son?" Johnson didn't know why, so he turned his head to look at the thoughtful Hozner, keenly aware that the other party knew far more than he imagined, "Who is that?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that's someone we just caught not long ago." Morgan said with a frown.

"But that person has been handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D." Reid whispered.

Johnson looked sad.

"Hold them first."

He whispered to Hotzner, "I'm going to contact S.H.I.E.L.D."

Hotzner nodded.

He skillfully communicated with the terrorists, trying to give Johnson as much time as possible.

And this time.

Inside Macbeth's Dining Room.

Ke Ke listened attentively to the location of □□, one, two, ... eight, she opened her eyes, opened her mouth, and made a mouth shape.

There are □□ in eight places?Steve frowned, this is difficult, he knows how to defuse bombs, but it is not so easy to dismantle bombs in front of these terrorists, if he is accidentally discovered and angers them, all of a sudden When the fish dies and the net is broken, everyone in here will not be able to escape.

Coco quickly gestured to him, "Go and dismantle the bomb, I'll be responsible for disposing of the people next to you."

Steve hesitated, then nodded, "ok, be careful."

Ke Ke slowly slid down her body, her movements were as light as a cat, and she didn't make a sound at all.

Then, while the person on the opposite side turned her head to inspect other places, she shot out like lightning, a rabbit rose and fell, and her hands wrapped around a man's neck like poisonous snakes. After a light click, the man's The body fell limp to the ground.

She succeeded in one blow, without any reluctance to fight, she stepped on the ground with her right foot, jumped more than ten meters away, hooked her feet around the waist of the man opposite, and twisted her neck in the same way.

At the same time, Steve ran out of his seat, slipped his fingers on the table, took a knife along with it, and slid under the table at a speed so fast that no one could even see clearly. Can barely see phantoms.

The man and woman sitting behind them were all dumbfounded at this moment, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

They feel as if they are watching a Hollywood blockbuster, and the speed and agility of these two is so beautiful that it makes people feel that it is a sin to miss a glance.

Through the reflection of the spoon, Peter saw Ke Ke's movements, he was relieved, and then thanked the man who cooperated, and left quickly.

He didn't notice that after he left, the man lowered his eyelids slightly, and there was an intriguing smile on his pale aristocratic face. He drank the wine slowly, the blood-red wine wet his lips, He whispered, "Interesting."

Moriarty did not expect that such a small attack would involve so many interesting people.

He put down the wine glass, and glanced at an SUV outside with his dark green eyes. He was looking forward to it more and more, how would things develop?

"There are people from S.H.I.E.L.D." Johnson returned with a strange expression on his face, and he whispered to Hozner, "They also agreed to temporarily pretend to allow Joss Brydon to appear, but they demanded that it must be done." Let their men bring him here."

"How much longer?" Hozner asked.

He has already noticed that the terrorists inside are becoming more and more impatient. If they feel that they are being fooled, they may use hostages to make an example of others.

Just as Hozner thought so, he heard the terrorist inside shout: "Release the 'Holy Son' immediately, or we will kill this woman!"

They pushed a little girl to the door and pointed two shotguns at the woman's head, one left and one right.

Hotsina's heart tightened, and a bean of sweat slid down his forehead, and his palms and backs were all wet with sweat.

He knew that the other party was not joking.

At this time, Reid suddenly said: "That woman, so familiar, seems to have seen it somewhere?