North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 357

 Papapapa~

Qian Feng returned to the temporary live broadcast room, clapped his hands, and attracted the attention of all the hostages who were exhausted physically and mentally: "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe today is an unforgettable day in your life. Everyone has fun today." happy?"

"happy."

 The sparse and feeble response echoed in the live broadcast room.

 They are very confused now.

Now we are live broadcasting, and if we act too cooperatively, we will be embarrassed in front of the whole world. But if we don't cooperate, we don't know if this madman who is completely crazy will be angry and kill a few people for fun.

 No one doubts that Qian Feng is crazy now.

 Just before.

The other party not only asked Mr. Saul from the greater Los Angeles City to live broadcast the sow.

 The following requirements.

Including but not limited to asking those soldiers who show off their power around the world to take off their clothes in public, telling some of their experiences of stealing oil, exposing corruption in the army, male and female soldiers, and even male and female, superiors against subordinates. The trend prevails.

besides.

There are also Z guest MPs who expose each other's shortcomings, and as a result, the content becomes more and more popular, uglier and more, etc.

 In short.

These hostages are very worried now. Qian Feng, a lunatic, will continue to play.

The group of Z guests from the United States may not be able to accompany me.

Oh, God!

 Save us!

These hostages, whether they have faith or not, are praying to God very devoutly at this moment.

They don't know who else but God can save them and America from the threat of the 'peace messenger'!

 In front of the TV station.

 Countless families, as long as there is still a little kindness in their hearts, are praying the same prayer.

 This also shows that most people do not believe that the Z government, which has been compromising, is really capable of preventing the outbreak of this disaster.

 Under the gaze of countless people.

 God seemed to respond.

Qian Feng listened to the sparse sounds in the live broadcast room and didn't take it seriously.

He collected the mobile phone from the drawer, threw it to the ground, and said in a kind tone: "Okay, I guess you are tired of playing, and so am I. In view of your cooperation with the United States, I am ready to end this boring game, and you can give it to your family. Say hello to me."

 “Are you going to let us go?”

 A middle-aged woman who was already on the verge of collapse said this in disbelief.

 Qian Feng nodded: "Yes, since all my requirements have been met, why not?"

“God, is this true?”

 “Thank God, thank God, woo woo woo!”

 Qian Feng's words were like a shot of cardiotonic injected into the carotid arteries of these hostages, causing them to cheer without knowing what they were doing and hugging each other with joy. Some cried bitterly, and some were overjoyed to find their mobile phones on the ground, ready to report to their families that they were safe.

 In front of the TV, countless viewers also breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and smiles appeared on their faces again.

 Although I am embarrassed in front of the whole world.

 But finally we don't have to face a human tragedy.

 Looking at the hostages who were extremely surprised.

 Qian Feng showed sarcasm on his face and turned to leave.

 When he appeared in the live broadcast room again, he already had an extra box in his hand.

 This is the box that disappeared into the live broadcast room and contained the "Peace Messenger".

At this moment, the hostages are either talking to their families with the joy of surviving the catastrophe, or they are holding on to their undisclosed office lovers, hugging and kissing in front of the camera, venting the fear and pressure they had accumulated before.

 It wasn't until a hostage's peripheral vision caught the flickering light in Qian Feng's box when he opened it that he felt something was wrong.

He walked tremblingly in front of Qian Feng, squatted down, and his mind went blank: "Is this the peace messenger?"

Qian Feng had a cigarette hanging in his mouth. He glanced at the hostage, took out the cigarette from his mouth, stuffed it into the hostage's mouth, and then nodded: "Yes."

“But isn't it over already?” The hostage subconsciously took a deep drag on the cigarette before realizing what had happened. He said excitedly: “You still asked us to call to report that we were safe!!”

His roar suppressed all the noise in the live broadcast room and attracted the attention of the hostages and the audience in front of the TV again.

 Facing doubts.

  Qian Feng's face showed sarcasm: “Because despair after hope is the most delicious thing!”

 “FKYou!!”

The male hostage heard the voice of his daughter crying and caring during the call just now. He completely lost control of his emotions and threw himself at the devil in front of him with a ferocious face.

next moment.

There was a bang.

Accompanied by the pungent smell of sour, spicy, burnt and other smokeless gunpowder, the shredded skull splashed into the air with the man's desperate blood, spraying the faces of the surrounding hostages, and completely shattering all the hostages and the audience in front of the TV. Lucky in my heart.

The rebellious body, with eyes fixed in death, fell heavily to the ground, hitting the hearts of the surrounding hostages.

 After hope, what greeted them was even greater despair!

 “Sorry, this is not a joke.”

Qian Feng smiled evilly and blew on the warm muzzle of the gun in his hand:

“The atmosphere has reached this level.

I don't know how many viewers around the world will be disappointed if I don't detonate this peace messenger.

 The minority obeys the majority.

 I hope you can leave me some interesting titles on my epitaph in the future!

Federation Terminator is good.

Ha ha ha ha"

At this moment, Qian Feng, in the hearts of everyone, is afraid that even the devil will have to knock him out.

 In everyone's desperate eyes.

 Qian Feng slowly stretched his hand into the box and flashed the red button in the light.

 “Ahhhh~”

 “I don't want to die, I will fight with you!”

 Faced with life and death, there is great terror.

Some people cried out in despair, while others rose up to resist.

 But everyone knows it.

 It's over. The moment the mushroom cloud rose, everything was over.

town Hall.

Amon's thick palms tightly tightened the stiff and expensive custom-made trousers, and he was already cursing in his heart!

**** it!

 What the **** is this guy Dean doing!

 Why haven't you come out and put an end to this!

 The current situation is simply scarier than dancing on a tightrope.

Amon couldn't imagine what kind of public opinion he would have to endure after the mushroom cloud really rose, and then he would commit suicide in prison or his own apartment to vent the anger of some people.

That is not the result he wants!

 In the camera, Qian Feng's finger is about to touch the button for the next second.

 It's like a bad Hollywood movie.

crucial moment.

A figure suddenly rushed in from the outside, soared into the sky, the flames of the gun exploded like fireworks, and passed by like a meteor. It accurately took away Qian Feng's outstretched fingers and pressed his whole body to the ground.

Dean's expression was grim, and the muzzle of the gun, which was still heating up, was pressed firmly against the head of Qian Feng, who was howling miserably.

 In front of the camera.

 His magnetic voice was very oppressive: "NSA agent, Dean, I now announce that you have been arrested on suspicion of threatening the homeland security of the United States!"

The angle Dean chose can be called a Hollywood camera lens. Not only does he present all the close-ups of his face to the camera, but his words are full of frustration, enough to make even a movie star-level actor feel the sense of majesty and oppression.

 All of this, when seen in front of the audience, brings an incomparable sense of security and goodwill.

At this moment, both the hostages and the audience in front of the TV were looking at everything in front of them stupidly.

 First hope, then despair, then new hope

At this moment, there are countless patients with heart disease who cannot bear the ups and downs of the urgent plot stimulation, and their heart hangs up and they collapse in front of the TV.

 A miracle really happened!

 Just after everyone thought everything was finally over.

Qian Feng, who was tightly restrained and pressed to the ground, howling miserably, suddenly tore off the windbreaker on his body. His head, which was held by the gun, kept rising. He said extremely ferociously: "Come on, shoot, the detonator on my body, Connected to the pulse sensor on your wrist, you can also detonate the Peace Messenger!"

 A look of surprise finally appeared on Dean's stern face.

next moment.

 Qian Feng took advantage of Dean's absence and suddenly opened him, pointed the muzzle of his intact left pistol at the box, and pulled the trigger!

 Bang, bang, bang!

 Gunshots rang out repeatedly.

"Oh, God!"

Countless people closed their eyes, afraid to look at the rising mushroom cloud.

Another group of heart disease patients who had just taken the medicine couldn't stand the repeated stimulation and fell down clutching their left chest.

  However, the screen did not turn black.

 The huge noise I imagined did not come out.

All the viewers who closed their eyes couldn't help but secretly glance at the TV screen through the fingers covering their eyes:

In the picture, I saw a broad figure, half-kneeling on the ground, leaning feebly in front of the wooden box, completely blocking the wooden box. Only the chest was sliding along the red-stained shirt, and the dripping blood was telling What just happened to the audience.

"you"

 Qian Feng looked at Dean, who was still upright, with shock in his eyes!

This is all performed according to the script.

But this guy actually dares to take a bullet physically?

What exactly does the other party want to do?

 Sacrifice yourself for your country?

 Sand dollars!

 After all, if the opponent is dead or loses the power to resist, he will really explode the 'Peacemaker' in the box!

Qian Feng moved the muzzle of his gun upward in disbelief, aiming it at Dean's head, wanting to continue to pull the trigger!

But there was only the hollow sound of the needle being loaded in the hand.

 Out of bullets.

"grass!"

 Qian Feng cursed angrily and was about to rip off the detonator fuse from his waist!

 Fuck the script!

No matter what you want to do, I will die!

In front of the TV, the audience who had just breathed a sigh of relief again and were looking at Dean's half-kneeling figure in the camera were extremely moved. When they saw Qian Feng's actions, their hearts that had just relaxed were tightened again. !

The last group of heart patients who stood firm finally collapsed.

　　It's so exciting.

Hollywood wouldn't dare to act like this!

 It's really unbearable.

 Amidst everyone's desperate gazes again and again, the detonator fuse was violently pulled off by Qian Feng!

 Everything is safe and sound.

"Why?"

Qian Feng looked at the fuse in his hand in despair, and roared at Dean: "Why didn't it explode? You bastard, what the hell?"

 Don't wait for him to finish speaking.

 The muzzle of the gun in Dean's hand suddenly raised.

 Steel core bullets.

Penetrated along Qian Feng's wide-open mouth, completely taking away the final madness of this lunatic who was destined to become famous all over the world.

 Everyone was happy at first, and then surprised!

not good!

 Pulse detonation!

 The result was the same as the detonator. After Qian Feng died, the detonator on his body did not change at all.

 “Ahem.”

Dean pretended to be weak and coughed twice, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, then opened his left hand, dropped a piece of the fuse joint that he had torn off earlier, and said weakly to the hostages: "Don't worry, the pulse detonation method is difficult and unstable. , I just destroyed the detonator fuse, this is false."

 Finished.

He struggled to get up, exposing the seven or eight blood-stained gun muzzles on his chest to the camera, and staggered to Qian Feng's body: "The suspect was arrested with a gun and shot dead."

The voice fell.

Dean's rickety figure finally could no longer hold up and fell heavily backwards.

town Hall.

Amon looked at Dean's fallen figure with a smile in his eyes.

This guy.

He could clearly see the presence of a portable body armor underneath Dean's blood-stained shirt.

 It's just that he can't figure it out.

Why does this guy carry so many blood bags with him?

 Is it convenient to pretend to be dead in times of crisis?

No matter how.

Amon knows that from today on, Dean Lee's name will follow the fall of that madman Qian Feng, become famous in the United States and the world, and become the savior of the United States!

Chapter end