1673: C1673 I will Never Act Cool Again(part Ii)

C1673 I will Never Act Cool Again(part Ii)

"Bureau Chief Mao …" Save me... "Save me …"2

With a stomp on his cheek, the expert negotiator's trembling voice sounded. Pretending to be a big tailed wolf, famous, rich and beautiful, all of these were all fart.

Compared to his precious life, nothing else mattered. He only wanted to live, "Don't kill me … I'm just here to negotiate... "What conditions do you have with the police …"

"Who is Chief Mao? Stand forward!"

Grasping the key word in the negotiator's words, the fatty yelled at the police: "If you don't show up within three seconds, I'll kill your negotiator."

"Sigh, the snipers are almost here. If we can delay them for a few more minutes, that would be great."

Mao Fei'ang, who was called out, sighed. He had no choice but to step forward. As he thought of this, he was about to walk out when Lin Fann by his side held him by the shoulders.

"Chief Mao, please agree to their terms first and try your best to get three minutes."

Glancing at the criminal behind the glass window, Lin Fann solemnly warned, "It only needs three minutes. No matter what method you use, do you understand what I mean?"

"Sir Lin, you …" "Alright, I understand."

Seeing that Lin Fann seemed really confident, Mao Fei'ang really wanted to ask him what should he do. But being urged by the fatty's scolding, he could only put it aside and think of a way to delay it for three minutes.

"Don't do anything, I'm Chief Mao."

Walking to the poking bench, Mao Fei'ang pressed his hand towards the greasy fatty, "No matter what your conditions are, as the bureau chief, I can promise you that, but you can't harm the hostages."

"You're the police chief, what's the use of talking?"

After stepping on the negotiation experts harder, the fat guy coldly snorted and said, "If it doesn't work, then I'll kill your expert at posturing first."

"Don't act cool …" "In the future, I won't act tough anymore …"

The negotiation expert on the ground cried out in pain. No matter what case he came across in the future, he would not act tough anymore. It was such a scary job that he would be shadowed for the rest of his life.

"I'm the bureau chief, of course I can speak."

Ignoring the expert negotiator's screams, Mao Fei'ang said, "Speak, what are your conditions? "How do you want to let the hostages go?"

"Our conditions are very simple, I will give you two minutes to send three vehicles over. If we leave the Zhonghang City safely, the hostages here will naturally be released."

Putting up two fingers, Fatty said, "Remember what I said. Two minutes and three cars. If anything happens to us on the way, don't even think about seeing the hostages alive."

Two minutes, one minute difference from the three minutes Lin Fann said!

"The conditions you proposed can satisfy one of them. We can prepare three cars for you, but two minutes is too short."

With a troubled expression, Mao Fei'ang said, "It's hard for us to do that. Not only will it waste our manpower and resources, it's also a waste of time. Time is very precious to you, isn't it?"

"Fine, then I'll give you one more minute. You can't have more than three minutes."

He fired a shot straight at the negotiator below him. "Apart from the three cars, prepare another 20 million and come over. I'll kill a hostage if I lose even a single cent."

"Your negotiation experts will be returned to you. This can be considered as our sincerity in negotiating the terms."

Ye Zichen kicked the loud negotiating expert, causing the greasy fatty's lips to curl into a smile, "As a psychologist, I feel ashamed for you."

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