Chapter 180

Chapter 180

After booking the dress, Jian Jing's mission for this trip to Paris was completed.

However, since she was already here, she couldn't just book a dress and leave. Even Kang Mu Cheng didn't say he was going back and had reserved two days for rest.

The next day, Ms. Kang Lei sent instructions complaining that there were no bags she wanted at the domestic counter, so she asked her son to buy one directly from the flagship store and bring it back.

The itinerary for the third day naturally changed to shopping.

Si Yingjie also did not escape from his sisters' clutches, and got a pile of shopping lists. He complained endlessly, "Are you kidding me? A flight ticket costs just a few bucks, can't you come and buy it yourself? You just have to make me help."

Jian Jing said, "Long flights are tiring."

"They are frequent fliers, traveling all over the world, and they lack this bit?" Si Yingjie reluctantly said, "They just want to mess with me."

He really didn't want to go through the trouble and slipped away after accompanying them for half an hour.

Jian Jing's scalp tingled.

This was her first time shopping with Kang Mu Cheng, it wouldn't be... Well, it was completely boring.

He spent ten minutes going into the store, explaining what he wanted to the clerk, paid with his card, and left.

Over.

Was this shopping? No, this was buying things.

"What do you want to buy?" Kang Mu Cheng asked.

At that moment, Jian Jing felt the nervousness of being called on by the teacher in class. "I... don't have anything I want to buy."

Kang Mu Cheng let out an imperceptible sigh and said, "Then let's just take a look around."

Jian Jing nodded and decided to pick out something similar and then slip away.

However, today they were browsing a luxury department store in Paris, with many branches and complete styles, so it was difficult to leave without any interest.

As Jian Jing browsed, her shopping enthusiasm awakened, plus Kang Mu Cheng was very patient despite not being a good companion, and he waited without complaint.

Before she knew it, two hours had passed.

She was debating whether or not to splurge and buy both of the bags she was looking at, when suddenly there was a loud "Bang!" like firecrackers exploding.

Then came the clattering sound of shattering glass, falling tiles hitting the floor, crisp yet frightening.

Jian Jing was stunned for a moment. Her first reaction was "what accident happened," but half a second later, her second thought emerged - could it be a shooting?

That's right, but the situation was a hundred times worse.

[New mission released]

[Mission name: Mall hijacking incident]

[Content description: A group of heavily armed gangsters suddenly broke into the bustling luxury mall. They took hostages for unknown reasons, and everyone was in great danger! Please ensure your own safety and try to ensure the survival of others as much as possible]

[Mission reward and punishment: To be determined according to the completion of the mission]

Jian Jing gasped. With the help of her conditioned composure, her blank mind calmed down slightly. She didn't look at what was happening, only recalled the floor plan of the mall in her first moment.

This was the advantage brought by the [Survival Card]. No matter when and where, she would always pay attention to the emergency exits first.

She put down her handbag and grabbed Kang Mu Cheng, whispering, "Gunshot! Run!"

Don't blame her for being ruthless. At this time, she couldn't remind others. There were too many shoppers that if she called out, it would not only block the exits due to the panic, but also cause a stampede.

And now this one or two seconds was the most critical.

Kang Mu Cheng was dragged by her to run a few steps before reacting, but after running a few steps, there was another round of "rat-tat-tat" shooting ahead, accompanied by one or two muffled bangs from time to time.

Jian Jing suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.

This department store had a total of seven floors, three atriums, and seven doors, roughly as follows:

Rear Rear

West East

Side Left Atrium Big Atrium Right Atrium Side

Because a fat man was a bit quicker, pulling out a handkerchief to press on the girl's wound.

The gangster warned, "Ne fais pas de choses superfes (Don't do unnecessary things)!"

"She's jtakid, please!" the fat man pleaded anxiously.

Another gangster said "forget it" in French, tacitly approving his actions.

Jian Jing remembered this person. Although each gangster wore a hood, from the other's behavior, it should be a woman.

Over the next twenty minutes, people hiding all over the mall were found and driven together.

Everyone was forced to hand over their phones, tablets and other communication devices, and herded into the atrium, like pigs in a pen waiting to be slaughtered.

Jian Jing estimated that there were about a hundred people.

What did they want to do by taking so many hostages at once?

The answer was quickly revealed.

The thugs found the mall manager and used his phone to call the police, making several demands and asking for some people to be released.

Jian Jing didn't know the details, but just listening, it didn't sound like an easy thing.

And if the negotiations reached an impasse, it was very likely that the killing would start again.

They couldn't rely on the foreign government, so how could they save themselves?

One person with one gun absolutely could not turn the situation around, even if James Bond was here.

Be patient, and see how it goes.

After negotiating for more than ten minutes, the other party agreed to the first condition of the thugs, which was to have a certain Mr. So-and-So personally come forward for further talks with the thugs.

Jian Jing guessed that Mr. So-and-So was probably a well-known figure, perhaps of great political significance, but it wasn't important, they would just call him Big Boss.

After agreeing to the first demand of the thugs, the local police immediately put forward their own exchange conditions, wanting to send in medical personnel to rescue the injured.

Of course the thugs would not agree, who knows if the people sent in would actually be police.

The police haggled, and finally managed to send in a batch of medicines.

The fat man who had helped rescue people earlier stepped forward, saying he was a nurse at the hospital, and hoped he could bandage the wounds of the injured.

"Let's take care of this, and you can also have more bargaining chips," the fat man's French was mediocre, but his attitude was sincere and generous, even for enemies, it was very difficult to feel malicious towards him.

The leader of the thugs had already taken off his mask, a middle-aged man with a full beard. His eyes were vicious as he stared grimly at the fat man.

The fat man shrank back a little, his tone weakened, but still pleaded: "Women, children, is it okay?"

The big boss didn't speak, it seemed like the guy who looked like the second in command said: "Don't make the negotiations rigid from the start."

Only then did the big boss turn his head away and ignore them.

The fat man led the way, and more hostages gradually stood up to ask for help.

But the thugs were very cautious, they did not allow the two men who claimed to be doctors to move around, only allowing two women to come out and help.

But the injured were far from the only trouble among the hundreds of hostages.

Among them were more than a dozen mothers and more than twenty children, including six infants.

However naughty children can at least endure without crying, but what else can babies do when they are hungry, cold and uncomfortable except cry? Several mothers were almost in tears from anxiety.

"Shit! Make this little bastard stop crying!" The irritable guy next to him cursed, "What if they start shooting at us?!"

The mother held back her tears and kept apologizing, desperately patting the baby in her arms.

But the baby was terribly hungry, and still wailed loudly, gasping for breath.

"He's hungry, you need to breastfeed," said a female white-collar professional next to her. She took off her suit jacket and lightly draped it over the mother, wanting to give her a place to feed the baby.

However, this move touched the thugs' line of vigilance, and one of them shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Hands off!"

While speaking, he rushed over, grabbed the white collar woman's hair, and dragged her aside, kicking her twice.

The people around were instantly silent.