Jiang Chen's proposal made Miesba take a second to process, but he quickly shook his head and declined.
"We appreciate Mr. Jiang's kindness. Malaysia has professional anti-terrorist forces. We don't need foreign anti-terrorist forces to help."
As a private military company, the military division of Celestial Trade had a notorious reputation. It was much more notorious than the three dogs of the UA – Blackwater International, Clover Jungle, and Deyang International. Its three most classic battles were the Pannu Islands coup, the independence of MLL Island, and Moro's self-defense counterattack.
The combat power it demonstrated was not inferior to a regular army of any country.
This army was nominally a mercenary, a defense contractor of Xin, but all countries did not really treat it as a mercenary, but as a regular army outside the formal establishment. Although the hostage incident in Kuala Lumpur made the Malaysian Prime Minister feel troubled, it was far from the point of needing foreigners' help.
However, after understanding Miesba's meaning, Jiang Chen shook his head.
"You misunderstood me."
"Oh?" Miesba raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Chen with a questioning look. "What is Mr. Jiang's proposal?"
"The terrorists occupied the mall building, controlled the surveillance in the building, and cut off the connection between the surveillance and the outside world. If I guessed correctly, they must also control the backup generator in the building. Even if the power of the building is cut off, they can maintain the power supply for a long time. In this case, it means that your anti-terrorist forces have to carry out a rescue operation under the nose of the terrorists. Am I right? "Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"We have contacted the building's construction contractor, and the architectural drawings will be sent soon. We have professional anti-terrorist experts. This is our own problem. Mr. Jiang, you don't have to worry about it. "Miesba shook his head.
"Of course, it's your own problem, but we can provide you with better equipment to increase your success rate in rescuing the hostages." Jiang Chen looked at Miesba with a smile, then glanced at the chief sheriff. "Drones produced by Future Heavy Industries, are you not interested?"
…
The distance between Coro Island and Kuala Lumpur was not very far. Even if it was a commercial flight, it could be reached in two or three hours.
With a phone call, Jiang Chen asked New Moon Island to prepare the equipment and planes. Two Beta-2 police drone terminals and more than 20 drones were loaded onto the transport plane, accompanied by a drone expert from Celestial Trade.
The chief of staff called the prime minister, and soon Prime Minister Razak approved Celestial Trade's participation in the hostage rescue. Kuala Lumpur is the capital of Malaysia. Now, the world's media is staring at how the Malaysian government will solve this incident.
It was no exaggeration to say that the final outcome of this hostage crisis would affect Malaysia's national image, tourism, and investment rating for at least five years, or even longer.
On the one hand, the Kuala Lumpur police shouted through negotiation experts to stabilize the terrorists' emotions and delay time at the same time. On the other hand, they cooperated with the anti-terrorist special forces to prepare to rescue the hostages.
After hearing that Miesba had asked for foreign aid, Gafael, the director of the anti-terrorism office, was dismissive and said that his subordinates did not need those toys at all. As long as they looked at the mall map sent by the construction company, they could easily sneak into the blind spot of the surveillance and rescue the hostages.
However, after getting the blueprint, his face suddenly turned green.
At least from the blueprint, it was almost impossible to approach the hostages without alerting the terrorists in the building. Moreover, there were too many possible places for the hostages to be placed in according to this blueprint!
Not only him, but the anti-terrorism expert from the army also looked helpless after getting the building blueprint.
The media was waiting for their news outside the cordon. They had been preparing for so long, shouldn't they start rescuing the hostages?
Just as Gafael and the counter-terrorism expert were sweating profusely in the temporary command room, an explosion-proof car stopped at the door of the temporary command room, and a man with a Chinese face walked in.
Gafael frowned slightly when he saw him.
"You are?"
"This is my business card."
The man said faintly, then walked to the side of the map with the toolbox, leaving Gafael dumbfounded.
Soon, Miesba walked in and explained to Gafael.
"This is a drone expert from Celestial Trade."
Gafael frowned. "I told you, I don't need those gadgets."
"Then do you have a better idea now?"
Miesba's words made Gafael freeze for a moment, and he couldn't say a word.
Seeing that the stubborn director of the Anti-Terrorism Office didn't speak, Miesba continued.
"The Prime Minister asked you to solve the problem within five hours. Now there is still one hour left. If the terrorists execute the hostages, will you bear this responsibility?"
Cold sweat dripped from Gafael's forehead. He moved his stiff neck and reluctantly nodded.
"Okay, let him try."
When the drone expert from Celestial Trade arrived, he just glanced at the map, then took a few photos of the map, turned around, and left the command room without saying a word. He dragged out the equipment from the car he came from and began to prepare.
Gafael watched him fiddle with the equipment for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.
"The noise of the drone will attract the attention of terrorists. You are risking the lives of 79 hostages."
"Our drones have no noise," the drone expert said emotionlessly.
Gafael looked at the man like he was looking at a monster.
Drones have no sound? What kind of joke is this?
However, just as he was about to say something, the drone expert quickly used action to shut him up.
The drone terminal deployed on the road quickly popped open the cover on the outer shell. A palm-sized drone flew out and hovered steadily in the hands of the drone expert.
If he didn't get closer, he wouldn't be able to hear the buzzing sound of a mosquito.
In an instant, he felt deeply ashamed for looking down on Celestial Trade's drones.
It was also a quad-rotor drone, but the embedded aluminum alloy fan blades of Future Heavy Industries did not produce the roar of the drones on the market when they rotated. It was as if an invisible hand was dragging the entire drone from below.
The drone expert told Gafael what technology was and what it meant to turn something rotten into something magical!
Looking at the drone, Gafael said in a daze.
"Where are you going to … let these little guys go in?"
As soon as the words came out, Gafael realized that the question he asked was stupid.
Where to go in? Aren't the vents of the central air conditioner all roads? With the mobility of these drones, they can go anywhere they want.
The ducts of the central air conditioner in the mall were accessible in all directions. There was no place that people couldn't go, but these drones could go in! Want to determine the location of the hostages? That's too easy!
Sure enough, the drone expert also thought the question was stupid and didn't intend to answer him at all.
He poured the scanned map into the tablet, then set the flight route of the drones along the ducts of the central air conditioner. A dozen drones flew out of the terminal and circled into the dark shopping mall.
After doing all this, the drone expert looked at Gafael, who was dumbfounded, and said calmly, "You're right.
"Tell your people to get ready, we can start working."
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