Subtitle of this chapter: Shoot less and talk more.

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"Extra! Le Monde"! Come see where the princes of Britain and Japan were kidnapped!!!"

"Extra! Extras from Le Monde!! Don't miss it, our female reporter was trapped on the scene!!!"

6pm Eastern Time.

New York, Chinatown.

"Mr. Military Advisor, which restaurant did you go to for your meal today?"

"The business in Baisuishan has been good recently, so let's go for a good meal, which is a reward for everyone..."

"Extra! Extras from Le Monde!! Absolutely exclusive, close contact of the Hibiscus Legion!!!"

Huang Jishi, the military advisor of Anliangtang, happened to hear this sentence. He waved to the newspaper boy and said, "BOY, give me one!"

He took it over and looked at it, and couldn't help but wonder: "Hey, look, these slapies are so brave that they actually hijacked them in London..."

"Don't you, my mother!" He suddenly remembered something, and his face changed drastically, "I, I, I said, do you still remember the group of people recruited by Mr. Yuan?"

"Military advisor, remember. They didn't go with the second master..."

"London!"

Now the face continued to change drastically, and the body of "Huang Laoshi" who turned into a feces like a feces shaking for a few times, looking like she was about to faint.

"Mr. Military Advisor, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't worry about me!"

The short-sized master Huang Xiang shook away the other person who was supporting him, turned around and rushed back to Anliang Building.

"Mr. Military Advisor, please slow down..."

Although he has short legs and older, he has practiced it in his early years. Most people really can't keep up with it when he gets faster. The Hongmen here knows him, so naturally he won't stop him.

So he ran to Situ Meitang's office in one breath and also knocked open the door with a "bang".

The big leader who was looking at the documents in the room naturally asked in surprise: "Old Huang! What's wrong with you?"

"Big, big, big...big guy." Huang Jishi, who was so angry that he couldn't breathe, stumbled in front of him, raised his horn, "Look, look, look... look."

Situ Meitang took it and said in surprise: "These gangs of slapies are so brave, what......"

"Um?"

"oh!"

"ah?!"

He turned his head and asked in surprise: "Old Huang, what do you mean..."

Huang Jishi nodded and said, "Big Boss, I mean..."

The boss Anliangtang and the military advisor said in unison: "Don't you, my mother!"

Turn the time back a little, turn your eyes to Piccadilly Street in London again.

Sir Hallwood was not only worried that Emma Pulitzer was the only information provider in the world, but was overjoyed.

"None of them killed..."

"They don't have many people..."

"They have very powerful weapons..."

"Oh, it turns out it's just a bunch of Chinks!"

At this time, a police officer came over and said, "Sir, the phone is ready."

"Well..." The destined culprit frowned tightly and thought for a while, "Don't call the Prime Minister for now."

He is also a professional bureaucrat, so he naturally knows the principle of "reporting good news but not bad news".

He must be responsible for this incident, but whether the responsibility is big or small is another matter.

If the people inside can be rescued, then bad things may even turn into good things.

There is no need to talk about the principles in it, as anyone with some political knowledge understands it.

As long as he can rescue all the hostages... there is no need to do it all. As long as the two princes are guaranteed to be safe, he is not a scapegoat who neglects his duties, but a great hero who turns the tide.

So, it is not so easy to deal with robbers holding Chicago typewriters.

However, who said that these gangs of the "Hivale Legion" are all Chinese?

This director has not been exposed to Chinese people. He is nothing more than some pale faces, thin skin, ruthless, timid and afraid of things... Some even drag their braids and opium ghosts with their feet wrapped around their little feet.

Even if such a person has the most advanced weapons, what's there to be afraid of?

So he said firmly: "I decided. Let's organize people to rush in immediately and rescue the hostages inside!"

"Brother Hai Shi, you performed well just now. Tai Sui asked you to do this and found the right person."

"Brother Chenlong, are you kidding me. I'm talking, it's up to you, brother."

"Brother Hai Shi, you are saying this to me, old lady... Look, the British guy wants to make trouble!"

Now that the big thing is settled, the ones that should be sent away are sent away. Stay behind a bunch of hostages who look weak. The members of the "Hivac Legion" can finally breathe a sigh of relief...

Wait, they were relieved to devote themselves to the next stage of work.

Some people take care of hostages, some search the rooms, and some search around... and Chenlong and Haishi climb to the top of the building to observe the situation.

The condescending two people saw British police evacuating the crowd while evacuating manpower, as if they were about to take action.

Fu Changsheng sighed and said, "Oh, it's true."

But Xiao Pohai patted the Chicago typewriter in his hand and said with a grim voice: "Good come! I'll kill a pair of them..."

"No," Fu Changsheng immediately stopped him, "Brother Chenlong, don't be impulsive. Have you forgotten what Tai Sui said? Shoot less and talk more."

"Snap less and speak more..." Xiao Pohai shook his head dissatisfiedly when he heard this, "Brother Hai Shi, you scholars have a lot of things..."

"Brother Chenlong, we can accomplish this big thing. It was all planned and planned by the scholar Tai Sui." Fu Changsheng, who was broad-minded and fat, was not angry and continued to persuade.

"That's true." Xiao Pohai thought for a while, nodded and said, "Since that's the case, let's try it with the Tai Sui method first..."

"Reporting to Director, everyone on the street has been cleared."

"Well, I saw it. How are the guys?"

"Director, guys are all ready, that's..."

"What is it?"

"The director, we just don't have weapons. We don't even have rifles. The people inside have submachine guns and grenades."

"Stupid! The people inside are a bunch of CHINKs. Even if there are submachine guns and grenades, they are not our opponents."

"Director, but the Prince of Wales and the Prince of Japan are both inside..."

"Shallow! We can easily enter the capital of CHINK by dispatching tens of thousands of soldiers. There are only a dozen people in it now. We have so many people. As long as we rush in, they will surrender..."

Sir Hallwood raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said seriously: "It's nine-thirty-five now, I'll order!"
Chapter completed!