Chapter 943

Seeing that Yang Xiaobao actually committed murder on the spot, Zhao Dingjun was so scared that he peed in his pants and tried to shout out. His neck had been pinched by Yang Xiaobao's iron hand and he could hardly breathe.

According to Zhao Dingjun and his two accomplices' pre calculated routine, it is intended to start from Yan Zi, take the opportunity to arrange the task of fighting the typhoon, put her in danger of life and death, and then use it as a threat to force Yang Xiaobao to give up. Although the means are cruel, it is still a routine to seize the weakness of the other party and then negotiate.

What they imagine is that the two sides are sitting in front of the chessboard playing chess. You eat my car, and I will join you in the army. However, Zhao Dingjun never thought that Yang Xiaobao would not come with him at all. Some of them just overturned the chessboard and smashed the table together.

Zhao Dingjun was pinched out by Yang Xiaobao. His face turned from green to green. His eyes were wide open. His two eyes were about to be squeezed out. He was almost lifted up by Yang Xiaobao and his legs were kicking around. He can't even ask for mercy. He can only ask for mercy with his eyes.

His eyes were about to be pinched so that he fainted. Yang Xiaobao relaxed the strength of his hand, stared at the face of extreme fear, and said without expression: "call, send a boat, save people."

"I'll call... I'll call..." Zhao Dingjun did not dare to say a word more. He busily took out his mobile phone and began to call the relevant departments, but he was either unable to get through or the line was busy.

Zhao Dingjun broke out in a cold sweat, trying to explain to Yang Xiaobao: "brother, you see... Typhoon disaster, line damage, government officials on all lines are very busy to fight disaster... It's difficult to get in touch in time."

"It's your business. If you can't transfer the boat, jump into the sea and swim to Nanshan island to bring Yanzi back safely. If she's missing a hair, you'll die ugly. " Yang Xiaobao grinned and showed his white teeth, which made Zhao Dingjun's heart beat faster and his legs and stomach tremble. He knew that Yang Xiaobao's words "death is ugly" meant literally, not an empty threat.

"I know, I know, I'm trying to figure it out." Zhao Dingjun wiped a cold sweat on his forehead and began to make more calls.

Although Yang Xiaobao is calm on the surface, he is worried about Yan Zi.

Taking advantage of Zhao Dingjun's call, Yang Xiaobao looks back. The big screen TV in the guest house box room is broadcasting the news of typhoon landing. The reporter of Haizhou TV station is wearing a raincoat, holding a microphone and facing the camera to make a live report. Because of the heavy wind and rain on the scene, the reporter was almost unable to stand by the strong wind. He had been holding the street lamp pole along the wharf tightly with one hand, shouting desperately at the microphone:

"Typhoon 'Michael' landed in our city at 9 p.m. yesterday and will reach the maximum wind force today... Meteorological experts predict that the center of the typhoon is located in Nanshan island of our city... The wind force is now 10 levels..."

In the live video, we can vaguely see that the background behind the reporter is fishing boats moored in the harbor for shelter. All of them are shaking and bumping violently in the strong wind and waves. Because the wind and waves are too strong to be safe for berthing. Although the larger ships in the harbor were also rickety, and the deck masts were in a mess, they were all in one piece. Small ships are directly turned over, broken broken, showing a miserable situation. If there's still something inside, it's obviously impossible to survive. If you want to rely on this kind of boat to safely evacuate from Nanshan island in such a storm, it's even more impossible - not to mention that Nanshan island is still the center of a strong typhoon.

Seeing such a tragic situation on TV, he turned his head and looked out the window at the storm. Yang Xiaobao's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He realized that he might have overestimated his energy in the past. Compared with the power of nature between heaven and earth, he was really nothing - could Yanzi survive this disaster?

"I really can't get in touch. I can't get through any phone. All the lines have been cut off..." Zhao Dingjun had to cry and plead with Yang Xiaobao for many times, but to no avail? Line interruption, I can't contact outside, no one can move, no ship can be dispatched. Or you can think of another way. You are a member of the military. They have a lot of resources, and their search and rescue capabilities are far better than those of local governments. "

Yang Xiaobao raised his wrist and looked at his watch. He said with no expression: "it's my business what I want to do. You don't need to remind me. I'll give you ten minutes, and you'll come up with your way. " Then he pointed to the huge waves in the background picture of live TV news, "if you haven't figured out a way in ten minutes, jump into the sea and swim to Nanshan Island, and bring people back safely for me. If you don't, I'll help you

The so-called "help" is, of course, to kick people into the sea.

Faced with the threat of death, Zhao Dingjun turned pale and his lips trembled. After a while, he squeezed out a sentence: "I think that we can dispatch the rescue team of MSA in the past. They have large tonnage rescue ships that can resist wind and waves."

"Didn't you say the line was broken, you couldn't make a phone call, you couldn't get outside?" Yang Xiaobao said coldly.

Zhao Ding turned his eyes, patted his head and pretended to remember: "the MSA is next door. It's very close. I'll just run there. I'm a leading cadre in the province. All the staff of the MSA, big and small, know me. I used to give orders face to face, which was more effective than calling. "

"Is the MSA really close?" Yang Xiaobao frowned slightly.

"Very close, very close, just next door, just a few steps away." Zhao Dingjun's eyes flashed a ray of joy and said quickly.

"Since it's so close, I don't think you need to run there. It's the end of three days to shout directly." Yang Xiaobao said coldly, "I promise I can make you cry and make everyone in the next room listen. You say that you are a big cadre in the province. Can you even call out a runner? " Then he pointed to a landline telephone which was put down on the table. "Use this landline to call the front desk of the guest house, find a waiter, and let him run to the MSA to send a message. It's not that the destructive power of the typhoon is so great that even the lines inside the hotel are interrupted, is it?"

Seeing that Yang Xiaobao's eyes are keen, he has seen through his plan to get away. Zhao Dingjun no longer dares to play tricks. He also knows that what Yang Xiaobao says is really a way.

Zhao Congjun picked up the phone, pressed a key and dialed the front desk directly: "front desk? I'm Zhao Dingjun, vice minister Zhao. I need you to run a leg on some important affairs. Please help me with a message from the MSA... "

Zhao Dingjun is still a powerful character with some abilities. He is very calm. He speaks with great authority and makes things clear in a few words.