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The police in Mumbai were already scorched, and Zhang Guan and Sharapova appeared on the roof of the Taj Mahal Hotel and were broadcast live, making the police in Mumbai even more scorched.

Commander Duter sat in his seat and looked at the empty coffee cup for a long time without saying a word. The eyes of the world are now focused on the Taj Mahal Hotel. If the police's next attack still fails to make progress, India is estimated to be the laughing stock of the world.

A figure flashed before Dutt's eyes. He looked up and saw a staff member about to leave. He asked, "Boman, what are you doing?"

"Sir, I'm going to the bathroom." The staff member named "Boman" said.

"Go and go back quickly." Duter lowered his head and continued to think about the question just now.

Boman went out and came to the bathroom to check carefully that there was no one other than himself, so he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number.

"Sergeant Boman, you finally answered my phone. Are the two people on the rooftop of the Taj Mahal Hotel Zhang Guan and Sharapova?" said the other end of the phone.

"It's them." Boman said.

"Sure enough, it looks like your police knew it for a long time. Now that they have confirmed their identities, I will report it here. Officer Boman, thank you," the other side of the phone said.

"Wait a minute, I still have something here, I think you will be interested." Boman said.

"What is it?" the other end of the phone asked.

"The surveillance video in the Taj Mahal Hotel, the surveillance video of Zhang Guan and Sharapova in the hotel, I have secretly recorded it, it's absolutely superb," ​​Boman said.

"Is it the kind of video?" said the other end of the phone, obviously he understood the "crazy" as a pop between men and women.

"It's not that kind of thing, it's a video of Zhang Guan killing the gangster," Boman said.

"Zhang Guan also killed the gangster" The other end of the phone was obviously quite surprised.

"And there are more than one. One of the gangsters used to be the underground boxing champion of Southeast Asia, a special wanted criminal of the International Criminal Police, and then beaten by Zhang Guan into the pig’s head. I guarantee this video. As long as you report it, you can definitely cause a sensation in the world. Whether Zhang Guan can escape, I think the whole world wants to know what is going on in the hotel." Boman's speech paused, and then said: "These videos, I will only sell to a media, that is to say, this will be Exclusive report. So if you want, as soon as possible"

"Okay, I want it." The other end of the phone said without hesitation.

"Wait a minute, I haven't said what I want," Boman smiled slightly, and then said, "I don't need rupees this time, I want US dollars."

"The US dollar is a bit troublesome. If it is rupee, we can give it to you immediately, but if it is the US dollar," the other end of the phone seems a little difficult.

"After this attack, the rupee will definitely depreciate on a large scale. I can get a big meal today, maybe I won’t even be able to eat a curry meal tomorrow, so I want a dollar. This is a must. Bargain." Boman said.

"Okay, US dollars are US dollars, but the video you said should never be sold to others." The other end of the phone said.

"Relax, let's still follow the old rules, pay with one hand and deliver with one hand," Boman said with a smile.

Taj Mahal Hotel, rooftop roof.

"Helicopter" Zhang Guan saw the helicopter in the sky and immediately waved at the other party.

"Look, Zhang Guan beckoned to us again. He's like we're calling for help and leaning over, landing, we're going to save him," the reporter on the helicopter said.

"Are you crazy? The explosion just happened next to it. Maybe there are bombs there, and there are gangsters. They have guns. We will be hit by a sieve when we land," the driver said.

"Of course I know it is dangerous. But if Zhang Guan can be saved, I can give him a live interview. We will get first-hand information and we will know what he experienced in the hotel. What will we become the best journalist in India, we will win the Pulitzer Prize," the reporter said eagerly.

This reporter didn't want to save Zhang Guan from a sense of humanitarianism and justice. He was to get the first-hand news materials, and then become famous and go to the top of his life. From this point of view, he may be a very professional ethical reporter.

However, the pilot shook his head: "That's you, it's not us. I won't kill you for your shit, even if you let the boss fire me, I won't go. I'm a helicopter pilot, I'm not afraid Lost jobs, some in India are rich people who need a helicopter pilot"

"It's Pulitzer Prize" reporter corrected.

It was at this time that another helicopter flew by. It was the helicopter of the Indian police. They were ready to descend and rescue Zhang Guan.

The moment Zhang Guan appeared on the live TV, it was equivalent to putting the Mumbai police on the fire and roasting. Zhang Guan was a celebrity after all, and the Mumbai police was forced to rescue as soon as possible under pressure, so the helicopter immediately flew to Taj Mahal Over the hotel, Zhang Guan was ready to pick him up.

"It's a police helicopter, we are saved" Zhang Guan let out a breath.

The gangster leader ascended the sixth floor and saw the group of Indian company employees who were still having a banquet.

"Where did Zhang Guan go?" the gangster grabbed one of them and asked, who happened to be the supervisor who asked Zhang Guan to sign.

"He went to the rooftop, and the one from the stairs over there was the one at the end of the corridor." The supervisor fully demonstrated the "non-violent" spirit of the Indians, but this time it was not Mahatma Gandhi's "non-violent and non-cooperative" , But "what do you ask me to recruit".

"What about the sharpshooter?" the gangster leader then asked.

"What kind of sharpshooter is the sharpshooter?"

"What about fighting masters?" the gangster asked again.

"What a master of fighting" Supervisor looks confused.

The "slap" gangster leader waved his fist, and the supervisor who hit him turned to Venus.

"I've already recruited, how can I still beat me?" The director's face was wronged, he said with a sad face: "Only Zhang Guan and Sharapova, we didn't see any sharpshooters and fighting masters do not believe you ask them."

The supervisor pointed to his colleagues, and those people nodded one after another, indicating that the supervisor said it was true.

The leader of the gangster snorted, and he randomly ordered his men: "Go and ask other people, if you see the sharpshooter and the master of fighting, the others follow me to the rooftop, we want to catch the world champion."

On the rooftop, the police helicopter slowly descended.

At the same time, the leader of the gangster also took people to the roof.

"Helicopter, it's the police, shoot me." The gangster leader raised ak47 in his hand without hesitation. A string of bullet holes appeared immediately on the opposite helicopter.

"Oh, I came after it so quickly. Hurry to hide." Zhang Guan took Sharapova and hid behind a vent.

"Boss, use this." A gangster actually carried a rocket to propel a grenade. The gangster leader took it without hesitation and aimed at the police helicopter.

"Rpg they have rpg run" The people on the helicopter shouted, quickly pulled the joystick, and the helicopter began to rise.

However, he was one step late. The leader of the gangster saw the plane about to run and pulled the trigger without hesitation. A rocket flew. The helicopter instantly turned into a fireball.

The fireball burning in front of Zhang Guan's eyes, his fist hit the ground.

Their hope of escaping from the Taj Mahal Hotel is so shattered.