Now a vacuum belt has been successfully withdrawn near the city, and there are no people around. The armed police and soldiers surrounding the city are not far away. In the face of two possible situations, there are experts from relevant parties outside using instruments to survey the location of bombs in the city. At present, only the roughly vague locations and large numbers of bombs buried inside are detected, and no one knows about the others.

On the one hand, they were dealing with the bomb criminal and then comforting the hostages held inside. On the other hand, they were trying to sneak in from outside, working with the people inside and removing the bomb.

In front of the city, the TV station reporters were still persevering in reporting at the forefront, and they were bound to seize this explosive news. Many people who saw the live broadcast of this news were worried about the results, the safety of the people inside, and whether the bomb would really detonate.

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Ji Family.

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Ji Baimo was wearing a loose dark blue silk robe and stepped out of the bathroom. The white mist inside was swept with the fragrance of washing water and the smell of blood that was washed very lightly. The originally red blood on the bathroom floor was diluted into a light pink water and flowed into the sewer, and there was no trace.

With a faint mist, Ji Baimo stepped forward with his long legs. His figure was excellent, but his skin showed a strange pathological whiteness. Even the inky blood vessels were faintly visible. The chest of the robe was loose and open, revealing the perfect and tight abdominal muscles and a hideous wound on his chest. This wound was extremely long and aimed at the position of the heart. It was obviously wanted to have his life, but from the traces of the wound, it seemed that it was left a long time ago.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the closet, Ji Baimo saw the wound on his chest. His eyes, which had always been gentle and elegant, were cold and full of hostility. His hands touched this hideous and terrifying old scar. His eyes raised their eyes and his bloody lips were pursed casually. He casually lifted his wet head back, and then leaned against the sand extremely lazy.

Like a lazy and evil fox.

"Everyone wants me to die, haha..." He chuckled, with a little sarcastic laughing, and lowered his eyes.

Unfortunately, those who wanted him to die were all dead in his hands. The curve of Ji Baimo's lips became more obvious, but there was no smile. He held a glass of red wine in his hand and took a sip. Then the phone on the table rang and received a new message.

He took the phone and the notes of the message were named Xiao Pervert.

Click on the text message, and the first sentence comes to your eyes.

Want to see fireworks?

The TV in front of me was broadcasting a news just right.

"Today, a city was kidnapped by terrorists, with hundreds of hostages inside. It is reported that terrorists buried fierce bombs everywhere in the city and made a request to pack 2 billion in cash before 10 o'clock. If the conditions are not met, he will detonate the bomb at 10 o'clock. Dear viewers, please watch our live broadcast report."

Ji Baimo also glanced at the content behind the text message on his mobile phone, and then looked at the time displayed on his mobile phone. It was just on time, at half past nine.

He curled his lips and smiled. His peach blossom eyes looked unparalleled. He stood up from the sand and Ji Baimo opened his mouth, as if he was muttering to himself.

"Fireworks..."
Chapter completed!