1670: C1670 Seems to Make Some Sense

C1670 Seems to Make Some Sense

"Doctor of Psychology, negotiator, please delay as long as possible."2

Seeing the fatty come out, Mao Fei'ang knew that if he didn't do something, the glasses man would definitely be in trouble.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional. The reputation of being a Doctor of Psychology isn't just for show."

As he walked forward with his chest puffed up, the man was extremely excited.

The more dangerous the case was, the more attention they would receive. This was also the most famous place. If he could successfully negotiate this deal, then his fame would come to an end without a doubt.

The greasy man carried his submachine gun and walked out. His free left hand held the cigarette in his mouth. He took a deep drag and blew it out, and the smoke began to spread.

"There are only ten seconds left before the two minutes I said earlier. Ten seconds later, there will be a hole in his head."

Grasping the submachine gun, he landed it on the pale glasses man's head. The fat guy clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Ten, nine, eight, seven …"

Don't... Don't kill me...

When the fat man's count fell into the man's ears, it was as if the fat man had turned into a death knell, causing his heart to slow down a few beats. As the gun pressed harder against his temple, the numbers reached 321.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Just as the bespectacled man closed his eyes and waited for his death, a shout finally sounded. The gun pointed at his head also left.

"Oh? "Who are you?"

Looking at the man in a suit and leather shoes, Fatty squinted his eyes. "Representative of the police?" Or did you come out to play Big Tailed Wolf? "

"Representative of the police. I'm the representative of the police."

After quickly revealing his identity, the negotiation expert revealed a smile on his face, "Didn't you request for a conversation just now? Here I come."

"So you're the representative of the police. I thought you all had turned into cowards."

Sneering his lips in disdain, the fatty snapped his fingers behind him, and soon, a lackey came out with a stool.

Satisfied with his younger brother's actions, he sat down on the chair and said, "You're right, I'm asking to talk to you guys, but can you represent all the policemen? Can you say anything? "

Mao Fei'ang, who had been paying attention to the situation over here, quickly took over from Fatty and said: "He can represent us, whatever he says now is what we mean."

The negotiation expert didn't know how to answer, but after hearing what Mao Fei'ang said, he immediately became 100% confident. He nodded towards the fatty and also moved a stool to sit across from him.

"We have come here to talk to you with great sincerity."

Looking straight into the greasy fatty's eyes, the negotiation expert earnestly said: "I don't know if you have considered the current situation, but the entire Guilan Tavern is already surrounded by our police force, even if you really kill everyone, you won't be able to escape."

"When the time comes, the police will have to arrest you even more. What awaits you will be the punishment of the law. We are not a western country, this is China's punishment for murder. However, fortunately, you did not kill anyone, but only injured someone. "

Glancing at the man with glasses who was pale but not dead, the negotiator continued, "You can still be saved after putting down the weapon. I can give you some advice later. At most, you'll be locked up for a few years."

"Hearing you say this, it seems to make sense."

Fatty put down the submachine gun in his hand and thoughtfully nodded his head.

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