"Look, someone is coming out again." Vicente put down the telescope and said to everyone.

Bai Longdu grabbed the telescope and looked at the crowd staggering away from the hotel. He was a little confused as to what was going on. Was the robber releasing the hostages?

Soon, he saw an acquaintance, a big British businessman, who was covering his arm with blood on his sleeves.

"Quick, hurry up and pick up Mr. Hansal." Bailondu ordered Major Vicente loudly. Hansal had a close relationship with a certain count.

Major Vicente personally led a team of people to bring back the injured hostages. Consuls from various countries expressed condolences to the citizens of their own countries and inquired about what was going on inside.

Bailondu couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Hansal, who are those robbers, and why should they let you go?"

Hansal's face was full of fatigue and shock: "The people inside call themselves the Northeastern Republican Army. They hijacked the Six Nations Hotel in order to express certain political opinions to the world. They are really a bunch of lunatics."

But then he shook his head: "But I have to say that they are some madmen with gentlemanly demeanor. The women and children have been properly arranged, and we injured hostages have also been released."

Bai Longdu frowned. The name seemed a bit familiar. Where had he heard it before? But now was not the time to recall it. He quickly asked the consulate staff to send the injured hostages to the hospital.

Japanese Consul Toyama Nakaharu came over at this time: "Mr. Hansal, why are there no Japanese nationals here? Are there no Japanese nationals injured?"

Hansal, who was just about to get in the car, was furious and grabbed Toyama Nakaji by the collar with his good arm: "Damn Japanese dwarfs, if it weren't for the good things you did in the Northeast, those lunatics wouldn't do this."

When Kosuke Takamura saw the consul being attacked, he quickly pulled out his pistol. When the British soldier saw a citizen of the British Empire in danger, he also raised his Lee Enfield. The scene got out of control.

"Put down the gun! Mr. Hansal, please let go of Mr. Japanese Consul immediately." Bailondu didn't know why Hansal was so crazy that he openly attacked a diplomat. This was a political incident.

If the relationship between the two countries was tense due to Han Sal's actions, he, Bai Longdu, would be directly responsible. Even if Han Sal had a good relationship with the count, such behavior would never be allowed.

Hansal hesitated after hearing this, let go of Toyama Nakaji, and spat at him: "You cold-blooded executioners, I will let the whole world know what you have done."

The other injured hostages also stared at Toyama Nakaji with hateful eyes and handed leaflets to the surrounding crowd, including foreigners and Chinese.

Everyone took it and read it with confusion, and then goosebumps appeared. A series of inhumane massacres and scenes of horrific tragedies happened on this land.

"God, what did these Japanese dwarves do? They slaughtered women and children. Is this true?"

"Little Japan, get out of Northeast China!"

The leaflet was passed among the crowd, and the crowd was excited for a while. Toyama Nakaji didn't know what happened, and looked confused. Aren't we all victims?

After Bai Longdu read it from beginning to end, he frowned and handed the leaflet to Toyama Nakaharu. Well, the British Empire also did massacres. It should be said that they did it often, but the Japanese have no sense of confidentiality at all.

After reading the note, Toyama Nakaharu felt that his head was about to explode. This was going to happen. Why did those bastards from the Kwantung Army do such a thing? Why didn't they keep it secret after they did it?

Some people in the crowd left quietly. There were intelligence forces from all sides, as well as ordinary people. They quickly spread the explosive news to all directions.

At the Peking Evening News, a reporter received a call and rushed to the editor-in-chief's office. The news on the phone just now was too shocking. He couldn't decide whether to report it or not.

"Editor-in-chief, the Japanese are massacred in Northeast China, and the Six Nations Hotel has been hijacked by a group of robbers!" Opening the door, the reporter ignored the editor-in-chief, who was learning foreign languages ​​from his secretary, and broke a shocking news.

"What! Send someone to the scene quickly!" The editor-in-chief pushed the female secretary away. Big news is big business, and women are nothing in front of big business.

This scene not only appeared in major newspapers in Peiping, but also via telegraph, newspapers in Tianjin, Shanghai, and Jinling also sent reporters to the Liuguo Hotel in Peking.

Not only that, some of the injured hostages faithfully contacted major foreign newspapers and told them what happened in the Six Nations Hotel. For a time, countless radio waves shuttled over Peiping.

After talking to the injured hostage, the British Consul Bailondu immediately reported to the Ambassador to China, Northeastern Republican Army, he remembered why he felt familiar!

Didn’t those damn Irish pariahs form some sort of Irish Republican Army? Are there any connections between the two? Are these two names just a coincidence?

The noise and chaos outside had nothing to do with the people in the Six Nations Hotel. After taking away the injured hostages, the hostages' emotions became more stable without the painful wails and the smell of blood.

And didn't the masked man say that they just suffered an unreasonable disaster? Looking at their actions of releasing the hostages, they are indeed vigilantes full of gentlemanly demeanor.

Suddenly, the hostage's stomach kept rumbling, which was a bit embarrassing. I was too nervous just now to realize it, but now that my life was no longer in danger, I immediately felt hungry.

The masked man patted his head and performed a knight's salute: "I'm really sorry that I forgot to prepare food for everyone, but now we have a problem. We need too many dinners and not enough chefs. Can anyone tell me what to do?

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Someone among the hostages shouted: "The hotel's chef and waiter are also here, can you let them prepare dinner for us? After all, we are guests."

The hotel staff are not happy anymore. Forget it in the past. Now everyone has half a life left. Why should you let us serve you? The worst is that I will become a robber.

The masked man raised his finger and shook his head: "No, no, no, you are all my hostages now, and you are equal in status. There are no natural servants or nobility. We are all born equal."

The hotel staff looked at the masked man gratefully. Mr. robber was still considerate and respected them.

"Maybe we should do it ourselves. After all, we come from all over the world. Isn't it a pleasure to taste food from all over the world?" the masked man suggested.

As a result, the hotel was peaceful, and the hostages were happily preparing dinner. You could make Provence steak, I could make Waldorf salad, and he could make looking up at the stars (crossed out).

The men in black didn't care about these fake cooks. As long as they didn't run away, they could do whatever they wanted. Zhang Jingyao also mingled with the people preparing dinner and even stole a kitchen knife in a sneaky way.

All this was seen by the man in black, but the masked man said nothing, so everyone pretended not to see it. However, a hotel waiter secretly reported the incident. He did not want the kind-hearted robbers to be harmed.

Soon, special dishes from all over the world were served one after another, as well as red wine from France, British whiskey, German beer, and Chinese liquor.

Not to mention the hotel staff, even some guests have never had such sumptuous food and wine. After all, not all people staying in the hotel are rich.

Several small tables were assembled into several long dining tables. The masked man sat on them, holding a glass of red wine, and tapped the wine glass with his fork: "To get together."

After experiencing so many things, the hostages were no longer afraid to communicate with the robbers, and they all picked up their glasses and said, "To get together."

After being frightened for so long, many people suddenly felt hungry when they saw the food, and wolfed it down without caring about manners or etiquette.

It has to be said that many of the hostages' cooking skills are mediocre, but the authentic flavor still makes everyone hooked.

Hase Ryosuke was not given special treatment, but no one wanted to sit next to him. Even the Japanese hostages were afraid of being implicated by him, so they sat far away.

Eating mechanically, Hase Ryosuke thought about how to survive. He is a noble millionaire, not the lowly postcards outside the door.

After much thought, Hase Ryosuke felt that the only option was to sacrifice Zhang Jiyao. These Northeastern Republican Army must be interested in a traitor. Although he is a good partner, they can only feel sorry for him.

Zhang Jingyao made eye contact with the bodyguards while eating. At this point, begging for mercy and escaping were no longer possible. The only way to survive was to kidnap a man in black.

It would be even better if the masked leader could be kidnapped. Zhang Jingyao believed that as long as the situation became chaotic, other hostages would take the opportunity to resist and he would have a chance to escape.

The food was finished quickly. The hostages were drinking and thinking about things. The hall became quiet. The masked man also picked up a wine glass and slowly approached the hostages.

"Everyone, we may have to be together for a while. For your safety, I will give you some rules." The masked man's voice lingered in the hall.

The hostages nodded in agreement. They believed that the robbers were very trustworthy. Since they could guarantee that no one would be harmed, why not do it.

"First, never run away. I believe no one can outrun a bullet. Second, if you have special needs, you can tell me, for example, ladies need something."

When the ladies heard this, they blushed one after another. The men also suddenly understood and laughed.

As he spoke, the masked man walked up behind a man and put his hands on the back of his chair: "Three, don't try to attack my men. That would be very bad, right, sir."

Zhang Jingyao's back was covered with cold sweat, and he held the cutlery in his hands tightly, wondering why this damn robber was telling him this. Did he know something?

Fight! Zhang Jingyao was also a fierce man when he was young. He committed murder and fled to the Pingjin area, and then entered Beiyang.
Chapter completed!