Chen Guang sensed the change in his mood and patted him on the shoulder. "Frante, don't worry about this. It's just work. You don't look like a bad person. I understand you."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen."
"Right, is the security in the town near the Polytechnic University okay?" Chen Guang suddenly thought of this and asked.
"Neil is okay. These people rarely move around there. The Polytechnic University is also a very well-known institution. The security there is not bad."
Chen Guang said casually, "Don't talk nonsense. I saw the news from the United States on our country's Global Network. There are shootings on the streets every day. If you're not careful, you'll be shot while you're walking. There's no such thing as a safe place."
"It's a bit … terrible … Recently, there have been a lot of extremists who have been restless."
Frante couldn't beat Chen Guang in an argument.
But five minutes later, Chen Guang regretted it.
Frante received an urgent notification on his phone.
"Gunshots are suspected to be coming from the Detroit Polytechnic University in Neil. Citizens in the nearby area, please take cover and protect yourselves!"
Franrent had scarcely uttered the first, when the second followed.
"The shooting has caused three injuries and one death. There are two criminals, and more than ten hostages are currently being held."
After the second message was read, the third message came.
"The cause of the incident is suspected to be a potential extremist who is suffering from academic difficulties and is planning to retaliate against the university. This is a long-planned terrorist action. The relevant intelligence personnel of the FBI believe that there is almost no possibility of successful negotiations."
The fourth message that followed made Chen Guang completely explode.
"One hostage has been killed. Of the eleven hostages still being held, six are Americans, three are Canadians, one is British, and one is a Chinese girl. They are now in a very dangerous situation!"
Chen Guang wished that he could give himself a slap. "Damn it! I give up on my jinx!"
He could only pray in his heart that it was not Sun Xiaoxun. She was going back to China tomorrow. Don't make such a big mess!
"Frante, do you have photos and information on the hostages?"
Chen Guang frantically stepped on the accelerator and turned his head to ask Frante.
Frante squinted at the phone. "Mr. Chen, I can't see it clearly. The camera is too far away, so it's very blurry. Why don't we go back? The town of Neil isn't very safe right now. "
Chen Guang shook his head. "I'm afraid not. I don't have a good feeling. I have to go and take a look."
After waiting for two or three minutes, Franrent finally received a new notification on his phone. The FBI's intelligence organization reacted quickly and quickly confirmed the identities of the two criminals.
In the United States, where there had been 74 school shootings in two years, their emergency intelligence agency had been thoroughly tempered. Their professionalism was extremely high, and they were extremely efficient.
"Oh no, they are indeed two potential extremists. It is likely that they have been planning this operation since two months ago. Now they have all the hostages in the gymnasium. If I'm not wrong, they have also planted bombs in the gymnasium."
Frante said dejectedly after reading the relevant information.
A normal person's phone definitely wouldn't receive such detailed information. Most people would just be told to hide at home and not go out. However, the Shaq family was prominent in Detroit and had a lot of influence in the political world. These important information would usually be sent to the phones of prominent people. This was democracy in the United States.
"Have the hostages' information been sent over yet?"
Chen Guang asked anxiously.
Frante shook his head. "No, but Mr. Chen, we really can't go any further. According to the intelligence, the two people have a very strong tendency to self-destruct. In order to stop the police and the FBI, the other party most likely planted bombs near the intersection in and out of Neil. There's only one road, so maybe the bomb is right in front of us and will explode at any time. Stop the car, I beg you. "
Chen Guang's hand that was gripping the steering wheel also trembled. He had long felt that the United States was very scary. Today, he saw that it was indeed a well-deserved reputation. Two random terrorists actually had such high standards. How could they let people live happily?
God, please don't let it be Sun Xiaoxun!
"Frante, if you're afraid, you can get out of the car, but I really can't go back now."
Chen Guang still didn't slow down and continued to sprint forward.
Frante looked at Chen Guang in despair. He didn't understand what was going on with the Racing God. "Why? I'm not a coward, but I can't die in vain! "
"My friend is at the Detroit Institute of Technology. She's Chinese. Girl, do you understand? The hostage is very likely to be a very important friend of mine. I have a pair of hands covered in blood. I've killed many more people than those two terrorists. I have the ability to save her, so I have to go. Do you understand? "
Chen Guang's eyes stared straight ahead. On both sides of the wide road, the trees were flying past. The bright xenon lamps were sniped by the lenses, turning into two beams of light that stabbed into the distance like two swords.
At this time, Chen Guang, sitting in the car, was like a swordsman traveling the world with a sword. As for Frante, who was trying to dissuade him, he looked like a trembling follower holding a sword.
"But there's more than one Chinese girl in the Polytechnic University. She may not be your friend, right?"
"So I asked you for the hostage's information. Even if the hostage may not be my friend, I think I should go to her side at this time."
Frante looked at Chen Guang's determined eyes. "Then I'll call my friend in the FBI."
"Okay, thanks."
Three minutes later, Frante finally dug out the information of the hostages after a series of persuasion and threats.
"Um, Mr. Chen, the hostage's name is. XiaoXun，Sun。”
Chen Guang's eyes widened. After about five seconds of silence, three earth-shattering words came out of his mouth. "F * ck!"
What else could he say other than saying three Hellflame Golden Armored Silver-Haired Celestial Hound?
Was there any situation in this world that could be more unlucky and magical than this?
There were so many students and teachers in the huge Detroit Polytechnic University, but there just had to be a Chinese girl taken hostage, and it just had to be Sun Xiaoxun.
This kind of thing was basically like walking on the street and accidentally touching your trouser pocket, only to find that there were still two coins hidden in the middle of your trouser pocket last year. Then, you casually bought a lottery ticket to calm yourself down, only to end up winning five million.
Well, if it was a blessing, it wasn't a curse. If it was a curse, it couldn't be avoided. Perhaps Sun Xiaoxun was fated to have this calamity. Chen Zhao was also in Detroit today, and he was on his way to Neil. This should be the solution to this calamity in her life, the only one who could escape first in the Great Divination Number.
Pinching the satchel next to him, the Heavenly Holy Grail was still lying inside. Chen Guang felt a little more at ease.
Last time, when he was still weak, with the help of the Heavenly Holy Grail and Azure, he forcibly rescued Wu Tong from a top assassin like Shi Jiu.
Today, he only had to deal with two terrifying young men who played with bombs. His current strength was also not what it used to be, and he had many tricks up his sleeves. There was absolutely no possibility of escape or retreat. As a man, he had to bite the bullet and face it head on.
The next second, Chen Guang stepped on the brake again and slowly stopped the car by the side of the road. He turned his head and said to Frant, "Frant, get out of the car.
"Get out of the car, Frante. I really have to go this time. I'll borrow your car. If you break it, I'll pay you double."
Frant was a little hesitant. He wanted to follow Chen Guang, but his will wasn't strong enough. "Mr. Chen …"
"I told you to get out of the car! Do you think I'm joking with you? I don't have much time to waste with you! Get out! "
Chen Guang suddenly became angry. He understood Frant's hesitation, but it didn't mean that he had time for him to waste like this.
On the other side, Sun Xiaoxun was being held hostage by someone else. He didn't have the time to play with Sun Xiaoxun's memories like in American TV series and Japanese manga. After that, he finally made up his mind to go out and save the world.
Besides, I'm the superhero who's going to save the world. I don't need you.
Of course, Chen Guang didn't blame Frant. After all, he and Chen Guang were just ordinary friends. They didn't have that kind of friendship. Frant had no obligation and need to accompany Chen Guang to take risks.
Even if he didn't get out of the car now, he would definitely mention it again after driving for a while. It was better to just give it now, so he didn't owe him anything.
Hearing Chen Guang's sudden shout, Frant's mind suddenly went blank. He quickly opened the door and jumped out.
Chen Guang looked at his back and said loudly, "Anyway, thank you, Frant."
At the same time, the engine made a crazy roar again, and the off-road vehicle rushed forward with burning tires.
Looking at the off-road vehicle that was quickly getting further and further away, Frant's heart was extremely complicated. There was some relief, some regret, but most of it hid a lingering joy.
Of course, he also knew very well that it was this joy that doomed him and Chen Guang to become real friends.
He was just a passerby compared to the God of Racing.
Sun Xiaoxun curled up her body and hid in the crowd. She was relatively small, and compared to the other hostages, she was petite and inconspicuous.
Her mind was in a mess. She kept replaying the scene where the man was shot in the back and fell to the ground, howling in pain. After struggling for a long time, there was no more movement.
Her ears were buzzing, and she didn't know if the gunshot was still in her ears or if she was hallucinating.
Her face was covered with cold sweat, and her heart had never been beating so fast. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she might not have understood how fragile human life was.
Such a fresh human life was gone with a single shot.
The blonde girl next to Sun Xiaoxun kept sobbing in a low voice. It was very difficult for her to bear it, and she wanted to stuff her hand into her mouth, but her shoulders and nose were still twitching uncontrollably.
The girl didn't know the hostage who tried to escape at first but was shot dead. She just lost control of her emotions because of excessive fear.
Compared to this girl, although Sun Xiaoxun was also afraid, she did a much better job. No matter how fast her heart beat, or how much sweat flowed down her face, she didn't make a sound. She hid in the crowd like a statue and became inconspicuous.
Sun Xiaoxun kept telling herself, I can't die, I can't die!
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