Deciding the next action plan, the terrorist appearance story directed by Long Yun alone turned into a complete farce.

Sitting in the speeding "Skoda" taxi and using consciousness to infiltrate the words and deeds of the terrorist leader, Long Yun quickly allowed the group of outlaws to stay away from the international airport and gradually returned to the densely populated and more abundant police force in Tashkent.

He gave a simple reason to do this with several Liberal subordinates. With the words "The hiding place of the 'headed sheep' is nearby", several terrorists who were brainwashed by extreme thoughts threw the mission out of the sky; according to the "camel", since this guy from Syria is likely to unload the donkey and sweep the money they earned with their heads together, he might have to take the initiative now, get the money back first, and then consider whether to hijack those hateful civil flights according to Aleppo's orders.

He ordered the driver to drive behind "Camel" and others, and Long Yun was calmly carrying out consciousness penetration work. He found that these Liberals lurking in Uzbek were quite easy to deceive.

I don’t know if it was because I believed in the Liberal Party and my IQ decreased or because I was taking risks and lost my rationality, but the "Camel"’s men are now ready to go; it is obvious that they are nominally lurking members of the Liberal Party in Central Asia, but these people are not willing to buy into the boss who was airborne from Syria. The two taxis quickly sped along the main road and entered the bustling central area of ​​Tashkent.

The terrorists were still being led by the nose, and the young man in the taxi behind was already confident. He probably flipped through the offline map from his tablet computer and found a large Turkish restaurant in the city of Tashkent. He planned to turn this place into the main battlefield for police and gangsters to confront each other.

After choosing the location, taking advantage of the opportunity to wait for the red light at the intersection, Long Yun glanced at an office worker man waiting for the signal light not far away. So he temporarily interrupted his control of the "camel" and immediately activated another consciousness infiltration.

The man who was originally standing on the sidewalk immediately took action and took out his cell phone by a stranger.

"Hey, - yes, I'm going to report the case; at the Turkish restaurant at 53 Kashgar Street, two gangs of drug dealers were preparing for the transaction. They were all carrying weapons! - yes, I can't say more, goodbye!"

He reported a fake case fluently, and the man who was on the phone had a little excitement on his face. After a while, he looked around in confusion. His eyes swept over the "Skoda" taxi that was accelerating away. His mind seemed to be full of mud. He remembered that he had called just now. But... who did he call?

He was used as a substitute. The man was still staring at the traffic lights on the side of the road, but Long Yun in the car had once again taken over the control of the "camel". He controlled the strong man to continue cheering his subordinates, and said a few words of the bad attitude of "the leader", and then received a response.

"Yes, boss! That guy has a mental problem. We have long felt that he and us are not the same!"

"The barbarian who came from the desert, dared to make a decision!"

"Hmph! I'm really brave."

Anyway, I was doing a one-time business, completely ignoring the surprised expression of the taxi driver. The "camel" in the passenger seat smiled grimly and responded, "I actually wanted to take over our hard-earned money. Brothers, don't be polite when I see someone later. We are going to ask for wages. This principle makes the same sense!"

The car here is already full of fire, but Long Yun in "Skoda" behind has basically completed the deployment. He didn't feel very hard to use super powers for such a long time today. Perhaps because of the bizarre experience during the journey, he didn't have time to think about it for a while. The car turned another intersection and saw that the Turkish restaurant next to the street was already in sight, Long Yun strengthened his mental control over the "camel". From now on, in order to avoid getting into trouble, he could no longer appear near the scene.

Hear the car got off at an alley far away from the restaurant, and Long Yun's consciousness penetrated cleanly. He put on a pair of white gloves, reached out and pulled out the wallet from the driver's arms, pulled out the two light-colored "old maids" inside, and put in a few small denomination rubles. While maintaining consciousness penetration, he opened the door and got out. When he bent down to say goodbye to the hard-working driver, he heard the young man with confused eyes greeting:

"Thank you for patronizing, madam!"

"Ah, goodbye, good boy."

It was confirmed that the driver's memory had been completely rewritten, or it was a mess. Long Yun did not talk much nonsense to him, so he quickly walked into the streets and alleys with his bag on his back.

At this moment, in the Turkish restaurant outside the alley, a number of Liberals who got off the taxi had rushed into the door; the "camel" who had just interrupted the connection of consciousness, and the tranced "camel" completely subconsciously followed these people, and was unceremoniously being encouraged by the terrorists. While waving impatiently to drive away the waiter, he quickly walked into the depths of the restaurant, preparing to catch the hateful "head sheep".

Subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife in his pocket and rushed to the second floor of the restaurant with a few subordinates. The "camel" who was not very conscious was completely unsure of the situation. He had not remembered his original task yet, but was just a confused feeling. He should not appear in a restaurant filled with the smell of barbecue, but...

It should be at the airport, right? But what is he going there and traveling far?

Time passed quickly, and in a noisy Turkish restaurant, the Liberals who were trapped in the trap had rushed upstairs.

On the other side of the restaurant building, the back door of the restaurant where staff and delivery trucks were allowed to enter and exit, a well-dressed middle-aged man was doing some strange movements. He had just closed the back door with a chain lock, and was now wrapping another thick wire onto the lock of the roller shutter door, using his strength to twist the wire.

Standing at the corner of the alley in the distance, and scanning the movements on the street from the corner of his eyes, Long Yun was very satisfied with the man's actions.

Hey, this manager who was originally going to work in a bank seems to be a bad job!

One after another, Long Yun, who skillfully used his superpowers to control others and did not leave a trace at the scene, had already brought all the terrorists who wanted to hijack. Just as the Liberals who were shouting and shouting rushed to the second floor and made all the diners look at him, it seemed that they had calculated the time. The harsh sirens accompanied by flashing red and blue light appeared from both sides of the street at the same time. Several special policemen in black uniforms also jumped out of an explosion-proof vehicle and rushed towards the back door of the restaurant.

"A batch of drug dealers traded in restaurants", the local police naturally attach great importance to such reports.

When he chose to report the case, Long Yun had some conspiracy. He knew that Uzbek, a country located in southern Central Asia, had been suffering from the harm of drug imports from Afghanistan and other places. After joining the "Shanghai Cooperation Organization" and later joining the Eastern Union, he adopted a "zero tolerance" attitude towards crimes involving drug-related drugs.

So now, even though the news cannot be fully confirmed, a group of Uzbek police supported by special police still responded quickly, and immediately surrounded the terrorist groups in the restaurant.

In a panic, before they could come back to their senses, the Liberals who were still aggressive just now immediately became frightened. Several people rushed to the back hall of the restaurant, but found that the door could not be opened at all. In the chaos, "Camel" and others tried to take several hostages, but in a hurry, they didn't even have an assembled plastic pistol in their hands. Facing the uzi submachine gun, ans94 and tear-jerking grenade in the police, the terrorists who were completely stunned did not resist at all, and were all taken down by the Uzbek police who were facing a great enemy.

Of course, Long Yun did not see this scene in a Turkish restaurant.

After the command manager locked the back door of the restaurant, he just hid in the distance in a low-key manner, using his consciousness to spy on the thinking activities of the terrorists.

Next, when he discovered that two or three Liberals led by "Camel" wanted to take hostages in the chaos, he intervened just in time. He first asked these guys who put their knives on the hostage's neck to provoke them. When the police suddenly used powerful tear gas, the terrorists threw away the knives.

The extremely simple control suddenly cleaned up the situation. Seeing that Kashgar Street at the entrance of the restaurant had become chaotic, police cars, roadblocks, pedestrians and congested cars almost filled the streets. It was confirmed that all the extremists had been punished. The young man, who had recovered from his mood, whistled and left all the way. Even if he could only take the next day's flight, it seemed good to do something extraordinary by chance.

Of course, before really going far away, Long Yun also took some special care of the Liberal Party leader arrested during the operation.

Originally, he had a careful plan to do some big things at Tashkent Airport, but inexplicably led his subordinates into a Turkish restaurant. He was even pushed to the ground by the policeman with live ammunition. His face was distorted and he struggled in vain on the messy floor, with a stack of shouts:

"That's right! - You cowards, I just want to bring people to grab meat. How long has it been since I had authentic Turkish barbecue? Do you bastards know? I want to eat barbecue!..."

"Shut up, you damn drug dealer!"
Chapter completed!