mtl008 Chapter 926: 9th Floor is Normal...
Chapter 926: 9th Floor is Normal...
Su Yang leaned behind the fire door of the emergency passage and held his breath. He could now hear the voices of two people talking not far away.
"How much does the boss pay you for this job?"
A somewhat shrill voice asked, his speech was unclear and he seemed to be smoking.
"Eighty thousand US dollars, this is just the deposit. I heard there is another sixty thousand to be given to us when we get back..."
The sharp voice sneered: "How can we go back? It's easy to get in, but it's not easy to get out."
"Who cares? We have to trust the boss. I've already spent all my money. If I die here, I can still earn another $100,000 for funeral expenses. You know, those old guys in our group don't care about danger or not."
“All they care about is money!”
The two of them chuckled and just leaned against the wall, not taking it seriously at all.
The last time they stormed into the presidential palace of an African country and shot the president live in front of the entire nation. Afterwards, the revolutionary party announced its coming to power, but they only gave 40,000 U.S. dollars.
This time I’ll give you 80,000, which is double the amount.
This is a US dollar...
They have done a lot of similar things. Those bosses in the group, who would not take on any job?
For the FBI, the KGB, and even the M country's military, overthrowing the regime and supporting new pro-E and pro-M parties to come to power is simply commonplace for them.
Especially in some places, once oil is discovered and energy is obtained, they still try to negotiate for benefits.
Then we have to trouble them to do the dirty work that the FBI and KGB are not convenient to do. Death is a common thing for people in their line of work, and everyone has to live with their heads on the line.
If you can come out alive, you will make a fortune...
The two men were smoking when they heard a clinking sound in the fire escape not far away, which seemed to be the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by some hurried footsteps. The two men immediately felt as if they were facing a great enemy and they gripped their guns tightly.
"what's the situation?"
"Maybe there are some fish that slipped through the net..."
The two walked towards the safe passage.
The man walking in front held the gun tightly with his hand on the trigger, then opened the door of the emergency passage. He looked around and found no one there. The next second, the door of the emergency passage behind him closed.
Above his head, Su Yang grabbed the pipe and suddenly jumped down, slashing fiercely at his gun-holding hand.
Then a hand went straight into the man's throat.
The man reacted and tried to pull the trigger.
But although Su Yang's knife did not cut off his hand, it cut the tendons on the back of his hand, making it impossible for him to exert any force with his index finger.
He wanted to shout out, but unexpectedly Su Yang shouted out first.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"
"I was wrong, I surrender..."
"I hid in the storage room. I ran away secretly. Please let me go!"
Su Yang's voice was so wailing that it not only drowned out the man's cries for help, but he also covered the man's mouth with one hand, then pulled out a tea knife and stabbed it into his heart.
Another gangster outside the door also reached out to open the door, laughing as he opened it.
"Haha, Songchai, it looks like we've met a little unlucky guy!"
"He could have gone downstairs through the emergency passage, but he didn't expect to be discovered by us!"
The gangster laughed, but the moment he opened the door, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The smell of blood in the air made his hair stand on end.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand and raise the gun he was carrying, a figure flashed past him. He took a half step back, but it was too late.
The sharp tea knife pierced into his heart, and then Su Yang swung the fruit knife in his hand and cut directly at the man's neck.
The man covered his neck where blood was gushing out. He looked straight into Su Yang's eyes and struggled to pick up the intercom on his body. But before he could stretch out his hand, Su Yang had already thrown him to the ground.
Then two more stab wounds ended his life.
Su Yang wiped the blood off his hands, picked up a gun from the two men, and stripped off their clothes.
This group of people are all dressed similarly and wearing masks. If you are not familiar with them, you probably won’t be able to tell them apart at all.
He changed his clothes, picked up the intercom, unplugged the magazine of another gun, and put it in his pocket.
He also crawled out from a pile of dead bodies. Last time, he fought with Jiang Weiguo for a while in an unfinished building on the back mountain of Wangjia Village.
Not to mention two dead bodies, even if there were dozens of dead bodies piled here, he would not have any reaction.
Although sometimes PDST (post-traumatic stress disorder) is inevitable, for someone like him who has died once, lived two lives, and spent fifteen years in prison.
There is nothing unacceptable...
As soon as I put on the two criminals' headphones, I heard a voice coming from the headphones.
"How is it going……"
Then, a voice came from the intercom.
"Nothing is happening on the rooftop..."
"The sixteenth floor is normal..."
"The thirteenth floor is normal..."
"The 25th floor is normal..."
Su Yang lowered his voice: "The ninth floor is normal..."
There was a buzzing sound in the intercom, and then a voice came again.
"Songchai, where is Ruan Guang? Why isn't he talking?"
Su Yang remembered that among the people he had just killed, there seemed to be one named Songchai. However, this group of people was quite strange. When they arrived in China, they actually spoke Chinese. It seemed that they had done their homework.
"He went to take a shit..."
Su Yang replied, and there was a burst of laughter on the other end of the intercom.
Su Yang raised the gun in his hand and turned on the walkie-talkie.
"Captain Jiang..."
The moment the intercom rang, Jiang Weiguo almost went crazy.
"Su Yang, why did you turn off the intercom?"
Su Yang frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I just killed two gangsters. This group of people are equipped with intercoms and report the situation at any time. Although there are no cameras, they are scattered on various floors."
"No hostages were found on the ninth floor. The thirteenth, sixteenth, and twenty-fifth floors are all under guard..."
Jiang Weiguo, who was on the other side of the intercom, didn't say anything.
Jiang Mingfeng directly took the intercom: "Hello, Su Yang, this is Jiang Mingfeng."
Su Yang frowned.
"Secretary Jiang, I have already reported the situation. I will continue to move up and try to avoid these floors without alerting the robbers."
"Besides that, the idea of storming from the roof is not feasible. They have deployed people on the roof. If a helicopter lands, it will definitely be discovered."
"There is a helipad on the roof of the Twin Towers. Although Si Xuezhong doesn't have a helicopter and hasn't used one in many years, there are indeed conditions for helicopter takeoff and landing."
Jiang Mingfeng felt a chill in his heart. He had originally planned a plan to storm from the roof, but now he had to reject it.
"Su Yang, you must ensure your own safety. I know Si Xuezhong is in there, but you alone can't play a decisive role!"
"We will find a way to rescue Si Xuezhong and the hostages."