The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 321 Major Events (3)
Subtitle of this chapter: Less shooting, more talking.
"Extra edition! Le Monde Extra edition!! Come and see, the crown princes of Britain and Japan have been kidnapped!!!"
"Extra Edition! Le Monde Extra Edition!! Don't miss it! Our female reporter is trapped at the scene!!!"
6 PM Eastern Time.
Chinatown, New York.
"Master Military Advisor, which restaurant are you going to eat today?"
"Business at Baisuishan has been good recently, so let's go have a good meal as a treat for everyone..."
"Extra Edition! Le Monde Extra Edition!! Absolutely exclusive, a close encounter with the Hibiscus Army!!!"
Huang Jishi, the great military advisor of Anliang Hall, happened to hear this . He waved to the newsboy and said, "Boy, give me a copy!"
He took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, look at this, these street thugs are really brave. They actually hijacked someone in London..."
"Damn you!" He suddenly remembered something and asked with a change of expression, "I, I, I, do you still remember the group of people that Master Yuan recruited?"
"Military Advisor, remember. Didn't they go with Second Master..."
"London!"
This time, his face continued to change drastically, and "Huang Laoshi"'s body, which looked like shit, swayed a few times and looked like he was about to faint.
"Master Military Advisor, what's wrong with you?"
"Leave me alone!"
The short and stout Huang Xiangzhu pushed away the people who came forward to support him , turned around and rushed back to Anliang Building.
"Master Military Advisor, please slow down..."
Although he has short legs and is old, he has practiced in his early years. When he gets fast, most people can't keep up. The Hongmen disciples here all know him, so naturally they won't stop him.
So he ran to Situ Meitang's office in one breath and slammed the door open.
The big leader who was reading the documents in the room asked in surprise , "Old Huang! What's wrong with you?"
"Big, big, big... Boss." Huang Jishi, almost out of breath, stumbled in front of him, holding up the special edition and said, "Look, look, look... Look."
Situ Meitang took it and looked at it, and said in surprise: "These street thugs are really brave, really, really..."
"Um?"
"oh!"
"ah?!"
He turned around and asked in surprise: "Old Huang, what do you mean..."
Huang Jishi nodded and said, "Boss, what I mean is..."
The Anliang Hall boss and the military advisor said in unison: "Fuck you!"
Let's turn back the clock a little and turn our attention back to London's Piccadilly.
Instead of being worried about Emma Pulitzer becoming the only source of information in the world, Sir Holwood was overjoyed.
“They didn’t kill anyone…”
“There aren’t many of them…”
"They have powerful weapons..."
"Oh my, it turns out they are just a bunch of Chinks!"
At this time, a police officer came over and said, "Director, the phone is ready."
"Hmm..." The scapegoat, who was destined to take the blame, frowned tightly, thought for a moment and said, "Let's not call the Prime Minister yet."
He is a professional bureaucrat, so he naturally knows the principle of "reporting good news but not bad news".
He must be held responsible for this incident, but whether the responsibility is big or small is another matter.
If the people inside can be rescued, then maybe a bad thing can turn into a good thing.
There is no need to explain the reason in detail, as anyone with a little political common sense will understand it.
As long as he could rescue all the hostages...or not all of them, as long as he could ensure the safety of the two crown princes, then he wouldn't be a scapegoat who neglected his duties, but a hero who turned the tide.
Logically speaking, then, the robber with the Chicago Typewriter wouldn't be so easy to deal with.
However, who can blame these people who call themselves the "Hibiscus Legion" for being Chinese?
It's not like this director hasn't come into contact with Chinese people before, but they were just some skinny, sallow-faced, servile, timid people...some of them were opium addicts and prostitutes with pigtails and bound feet.
Even if such a person has the most advanced weapons, what is there to be afraid of?
So he said decisively: "I've made up my mind. We will immediately organize people to rush in and rescue the hostages inside!"
"Brother Haishu, you performed well just now. Tai Sui really chose the right person to do this."
"Brother Chen Long, you are making fun of me. I am just talking, but if you really want to do it, it depends on you."
"Brother Haizhu, you're insulting me, Old Xiao, with what you said... Look, the British are trying to stir up trouble!"
Now that the important matter has been settled, those who should have been sent away have been sent away, and the only ones left behind are a group of hostages who look very weak. The members of the "Hibiscus Army" can finally breathe a sigh of relief...
Wait a minute, they heaved a sigh of relief and plunged into the next stage of work.
Some people were guarding the hostages, some were searching the room, and some were looking around... while Chenlong and Haishu climbed to the roof to observe the situation.
The two men, looking down from above, saw that the British police were evacuating the crowd and allocating manpower, as if they were about to take action.
Fu Changsheng sighed and said, "Ah, he's here as expected."
However, Xiao Pohai clapped his hand on the Chicago typewriter and said in a fierce voice, "Good timing! If there are two of them, I will kill a pair..."
"No, no," Fu Changsheng immediately stopped him, "Brother Chenlong, don't be impulsive. Have you forgotten what Tai Sui said? Less shooting, more talking."
"Less shooting, more talking..." Xiao Pohai shook his head in dissatisfaction after hearing this and said, "Brother Haizhu, you scholars are always too nosy..."
"Brother Chenlong, we were able to accomplish this great thing because it was planned and orchestrated by the great scholar Tai Sui." The fat and kind-hearted Fu Changsheng did not get angry and continued to persuade.
"That's true." Xiao Pohai thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "In that case, let's try Tai Sui's method first..."
"Reporting to the Director, all the people on the street have been cleared."
"Yeah, I saw it. How are the guys doing?"
"Director, the guys are all ready, it's just..."
"What is it?"
"Director, the weapons are not enough. We don't even have rifles. The people inside have submachine guns and grenades."
"Stupid! The people inside are a bunch of CHICKS. Even with submachine guns and grenades, they are no match for us."
"Director, the Prince of Wales and the Japanese prince are both in there..."
"Shallow! We can easily break into CHINK's capital with just tens of thousands of soldiers. There are only a dozen people inside right now. With so many of us, they'll surrender as soon as we rush in..."
Sir Holwood raised his hand to check his watch and said seriously, "It is now nine thirty-five, I command!"
"Five minutes later..."
