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Chapter 1277

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It would be great if he had a knife. With a knife, Yang Yi's confidence could be raised to the point of arrogance! But this was just wishful thinking … In the toilet of the train station, where could he find a knife?

Yang Yi's eyes wandered around the only two trolley boxes. He was thinking about whether to remove the trolley bars, but even if he removed them, they would not be sharp enough. He did not have more time to polish them.

However, when he thought of the word "sharp", Yang Yi thought of something.

He opened the zipper of the suitcase and took out a beautifully packaged wooden box. After opening it, a pair of exquisitely carved crystal high heels appeared in his hands, sparkling under the light.

That's right, it was the pair of crystal high heels that Murphy had bought when she was shopping with Maria in Goteborg. They could only be admired as a piece of art!

Not to mention how expensive the material of this pair of high heels was, the shape of the heels was more than fifteen centimeters high. Moreover, the heels were very thin and sharp. If he was stepped on by this pair of high heels …

Forget it, let's not think about it. Yang Yi now had his eyes on this pair of high heels, which were eighteen centimeters long. Obviously, with such a length, slender, and sharp, in the hands of an expert like Yang Yi, it was enough to be used as a military knife!

"Honey, I'm sorry … Later, I'll buy you ten more pairs of crystal high heels!" Yang Yi said in his heart.

He exerted strength in his hands and directly broke the shoe into two pieces from the waist of the shoe!

In this way, he could still hold the smooth and round upper part of the heel and exert strength. If this long sharp thorn were to pierce down at a relatively fast speed, it would be fatal!

After making a "military knife," Yang Yi put the remaining half of the shoe and the other intact crystal high heel back into the box … After tidying up and stuffing the trolley box into the innermost compartment, Yang Yi prepared to go out and investigate the situation.

Before going out, Yang Yi whispered to Murphy through the headset, "Alright, I'll go out and take a look. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Hmm …" Murphy's voice was very soft as it came through the earpiece. In order not to worry Yang Yi, she suppressed her urge to cry and said softly, "You … you have to be careful too."



When Yang Yi pushed open the door, he carefully used Murphy's mirror to look around. However, when he really walked out, he could feel the completely different atmosphere and the smell of blood outside. Yang Yi realized that all the cells in his body were trembling.

It wasn't nervousness or fear … it was excitement!

"Are you thirsting for battle?" Yang Yi said to himself in his heart.

However, he remained calm and reminded himself, "Don't forget that you are no longer alone. You are no longer alone in this world!"

Yang Yi avoided the location of the surveillance cameras. This was his habit. Every time he went to a place, he would look around and remember the location and angle of all the surveillance cameras. After walking out of the toilet for some distance, Yang Yi hid behind a potted plant and used the mirror to secretly check the situation outside.

Just as Yang Yi had guessed, the waiting hall of the station was in a mess. All the tourists and station staff were detained here. Moreover, whether it was in the hall or upstairs, there were gunmen in grey coats watching over them!

"There are about seventeen … eighteen people here. However, there should be some people who are hiding somewhere." Yang Yi counted silently.

This was not a movie. There were still some people lying in a pool of blood on the ground. Looking at their clothes, some of them were station guards, some of them were station staff, and some of them were tourists. Quite a number of them died, but there were still some who were struggling and crying out in pain.

Because of this, some people mustered up their courage and foolishly walked toward the men in grey.

Although the station was filled with cries, screams, and noises, and it was difficult for Yang Yi to hear what they were talking about, judging from their gestures, these silly people were trying to ask the "executioners" to rescue the wounded who were still struggling.

Yang Yi's expression was as cold as it was in his previous life, but he sighed in his heart. "How naive. Don't get yourself involved!"

Perhaps Yang Yi would still be so cold that he would not sacrifice his own life and that of his family for these people. However, after living as an ordinary person for the past few years, he still had the compassion of an ordinary person.

Seeing that the 'war' did not spread to his side, Yang Yi took out his mobile phone and checked the news about today's incident.

He had to say that the Western TV and media reports were really impressive. Yang Yi sent people to set up a foreign version of Microbroadcasting and Facebook. The official media accounts above were also constantly following up on the progress of the incident.

"XXXX took hostages at the Paris Train Station and shouted at the French and American presidents to ask for the release of a thousand felons from Island X."

Yang Yi saw this and sighed in his heart. "Sure enough, they are not easy to deal with. How can I be so unlucky to encounter the most difficult group of tough bones in the world?"

There were also moving pictures. Yang Yi could see that the train station was surrounded by the French military and police. The media's helicopters were also hovering around, but due to the brutality of the men in grey, no one took action for the time being.

"There are so many hostages. If they were to rescue them, wouldn't there be countless casualties?" Yang Yi pondered. "The felons from Island X, those people will definitely not be released. It can only depend on the police and these people to see who will win …"

But Yang Yi remembered that in his previous life, he heard about an attack on a certain opera house in this city. Even if the attacker was killed, in the chaos, hundreds of hostages were killed.

Yang Yi thought about it. No matter what, he could not let Murphy and the children out.

But at this moment, suddenly a burst of fierce gunshots echoed in the large space of the station. Yang Yi was startled and withdrew his thoughts. Sure enough, the men in grey were impatient with those righteous people. They directly picked up the automatic rifle in their arms and fired at the ceiling.

There was another burst of screaming and crying in the station, but fortunately, Yang Yi saw that those people were just scared to the ground. The man in grey who fired the gun did not shoot at them.

However, this barrage of gunfire made the gray-robed men even more arrogant, and they all laughed out loud.

These men in grey were still organized. Someone shouted a few times from upstairs, and their laughter calmed down.

Yang Yi could understand what they were saying. Yang Yi could basically understand the Semitic language.

But then, the station's broadcast suddenly rang. This time, the person who spoke was in English, and the message was to warn the hostages to obediently lie on the ground and listen to their orders.

But Yang Yi could still hear that this person's tone was very calm, and he had the demeanor of a commander!

"Did the important person of these people go to the station's control center?" Yang Yi thought to himself, and a pair of malicious eyes appeared in his mind. "He should be there too, right? Could it be the person who spoke just now? "

Yang Yi was not interested in exploring this question. He held his phone and continued to pay attention to the leaked negotiations on the media.

"As long as I don't go near the toilet, how you fight has nothing to do with me," Yang Yi thought to himself.



But even if Yang Yi wanted to stay out of it, others wanted to rub the fur on his lion's head!

All of a sudden, two men in gray walked towards him with guns in their hands. They were talking to each other as they walked towards him.

Damn you …

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