"There are twenty hostages. Group C has been deployed." The cold sound of K7 comes from the headset without any sign.
Group B is V8 and group C is K7. Both groups have successfully disguised as members of Al Qaeda to take over the task of taking care of the hostages.
Now we are all waiting for Ye Jian's news. As long as the petrol tank is no longer a threat, the second action plan can go on well to ensure the safety of the first group of released hostages.
"The deployment of group A is completed, and what about group B?" Xia Jinyuan, a well prepared group A, asked softly from his ears that he and G3 had been hidden in the trunk of the bus, waiting for the completion of the military department of the Pakistani government to act as the rear support to clear all al Qaeda elements together.
V8 is wearing a headset near the door. After listening for a few seconds, he answers Xia Jinyuan, "I haven't replied yet. I hear a very subtle voice in the room Ye Jian is very cautious. She may be a little slower. "
Xia Jinyuan laughs. He doesn't laugh. He just bends his thin and sexy lips. Then wait a moment. Little fox will find a way.
"Give me these three milk bottles." As the last bucket of gasoline was about to be poured out, ye Jane motioned to Patty to give her the milk bottles that several children had drunk. "When the oil barrels are filled with water, the gasoline in the milk bottles will be poured on the edge to prevent them from coming in and smelling the gasoline to be diluted."
The three glass milk bottles are full of gasoline. Ye Jian carefully twists and signals Patty to continue pouring the remaining gasoline into the sewer, and lightly touches the gasoline bucket still in the water injection. "This is OK, change it."
Just in case, Ye Jian empties the gasoline and refills the empty oil barrel with water to ensure the same weight.
Ye Jian has been trained professionally to make sure that the first thing can't be left out. When the petrol tank is filled with water and the petrol in three milk bottles is poured to the edge of the oil tank, it's true There was a strong smell of gasoline in the air.
The time passed slowly. Point by point, the clock pointed to ten. It was getting closer and closer to the time required by Babel. Both sides of China and Pakistan had deployed, and all the soldiers in the operation were on standby at any time.
At 10 o'clock, the night in the whole city of Pakistan is not as bright as that in the Chinese city. Some people revel completely without getting drunk. Here, it's better to hurry home after dark. Don't linger outside. Be careful of being killed.
At 9:50, pabel finally got a call from chetevorokov. He called from the airport, laughing and telling the woman who rescued him that the transport plane had arrived at the airport!
According to the agreement, the first group of hostages were released successfully. All 20 staff members of the welfare home were released. For pabel, adults are not easy to control, leaving behind a problem instead.
"Get them all out of the welfare home. I'll see if the government troops are coming." Like a poisonous spider, pabel carefully uses the released hostages to test the situation outside. Once she finds that there is government support, she will immediately shoot and warn!
At 10 o'clock sharp, the first group of hostages left the room successfully, all of them were expelled from the welfare home by Al Qaeda members.
Crazy running out of the hostages to their fastest speed to leave the welfare home, outside very quiet, in addition to the hostages cry for the rest of their lives It's true that no government forces have appeared.
Several al Qaeda members who stood on the high guard reported what they saw to the crafty pabel. "It's quiet. I don't see the government troops, madam. It seems that they didn't send troops around the welfare home."
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