1671: C1671 Logical Error

C1671 Logical Error

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Fatty's words were like heavenly music to the ears, causing the expert negotiator to feel ecstatic. If Fatty really put down his weapon, then this negotiation would be a success.

He would be the biggest contributor to the case, and the news would cover him. His name would also appear on the internet, and his reputation would instantly soar.

Reputation, money, and beauties. These three things were brought up step by step. The more he thought about it, the more excited he got. The more excited he got …

As a result, he ignored the greasy fatty's curled lips and his scoffing gaze. When he finally reacted, he realized that something was pressing against his crotch?

The negotiator looked down, his heart trembling as he stared. It was none other than the submachine gun in the fat man's hand.

"Do you know who I hate the most?"

Pushing up against the expert negotiator's crotch, Fatty said with interest, "I hate Monk Tang the most. It's fine if you keep on blabbering, but you really take yourself seriously."

"I... I... You... "You …"

Being frightened by Fatty, the negotiator was momentarily at a loss for words. He had thought his negotiations were flawless, flawless in terms of both personal safety and pros and cons.

But why would there be a mistake in the end, and why would the other party not appreciate it?

"If I'm not wrong, you must be a psychologist, right?"

Looking at the flustered negotiator, Fatty smiled even more happily. "The things you just said, I did say before I killed people, because I was a psychologist before as well."

"You … Are you a psychologist? "

Looking at the fatty in disbelief, the negotiator wondered if he had misheard. Wasn't it an insult to the profession for a psychologist to become a criminal?

"What is it? Do you think this is unbelievable or unbelievable? "

Fatty's gaze turned sharp, like a knife stabbing into the heart of a negotiator. "With that little bit of skill of yours, you still want to come out and negotiate? Don't daydream. Go home and take a good look at yourself in the mirror."

The most proud thing about a negotiator is his honorable title of Doctor of Psychology. Because of this title, he had obtained many things, such as women, money, and power. All of these things automatically came to his side.

Once a person had a sweet taste, they would indulge in it uncontrollably. Without exception, he was an expert on negotiation. He had already become addicted to it.

Now being mocked by a criminal was like falling off a high platform. Pain was only secondary. The most important thing was that his dignity was already useless.

"Damn it, I knew this negotiation expert was unreliable. Now, this matter has been messed up."

Looking at the negotiator's face which was getting angrier and angrier, even with a dazed look, Mao Fei'ang cursed in a low voice, "I thought this guy could stall for time, but now he shortens the time."

"He made a very serious logical mistake, which led to the current situation."

The sudden voice brought Mao Fei'ang back to his senses. When he saw Lin Fann, who had appeared behind him, Mao Fei'ang immediately became alert. "Officer Lin, you're awake?"

"Mm, I'm awake."

Nodding, Lin Fann gestured to the negotiator in front: "Bureau Chief Mao, where did you find such an expert?"

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