Sean picked up the intercom and called: "Escort everyone on the 13th floor down to the lobby on the first floor."

"Copy that!" The soldiers guarding the hostages on the 13th floor put away the fake detonators on the ground, including those outside the window.

The group of hostages watched, anxious and confused, completely confused as to what the kidnappers were going to do.

"Let's go, line up and go downstairs, be honest, any troublemakers will be shot to death." The soldier said in a cold voice.

Everyone has seen the ruthless tactics of this group of terrorists before. Now no matter who dares to cause trouble, everyone, whether they are British or Hong Kong Islanders, is walking downstairs honestly.

Sean and Bill were standing in the hall chatting. Le Huizhen was holding the clothes on her chest and looking around curiously. Shen Bi and Kasai felt heavy, wondering what the robbers were going to do.

"Come on, come on, let's divide it up. The British will stand at the door here, and the Chinese will stand at the door over there." Sean stood in the hall and waved his hands left and right.

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked ugly.

Everyone who works here is a smart person, and they can immediately tell that the terrorists are deliberately intensifying ethnic conflicts.

Especially Shen Bi, whose face was so ugly that he was about to shed tears. He clearly remembered what Sean said before.

The British have been working hard for many years to try their best to downplay this oppositional thought and further brainwash the people of Hong Kong Island.

This operation was codenamed "Brainwashing to Win Hearts", and the purpose was to make our influence deeply rooted in the hearts of the people even if the colonies were separated from British control.

(PS: This is a real incident)

But for Sean to make such a fuss and let his decades of hard work on Hong Kong Island turn into nothing, it would be a drain on his bones.

"Everyone sit still and try to use a comfortable posture. After all, you have to maintain this posture for a long time." Sean said evilly.

"Save the center position, because the bomb must be placed in the center."

As soon as these words came out, a group of hostages immediately wanted to squeeze out. After all, no one wanted to get too close to that kind of thing.

"Don't fucking move around. Just keep it like this. If you move around, you'll be beaten to death!" Sean shouted loudly to silence the crowd.

After waving his hand, someone walked over with a prepared bomb and placed it in the middle. The bodies of the nearest people were twitching, and they were really crying.

The bomb was fixed, and several people calibrated the infrared detonator outside the crowd.

For fear that the hostages would not understand, Sean also specifically explained: "This is a detonator. It is a very simple small device. Similar things are used in some convenience stores. They are placed at the door and will trigger when someone comes in or out. Set the sound."

"Of course, our difference here is that once someone is scanned and passes by, it will beep immediately!"

"So, don't move. Even if you want to poop or pee, please do it where you are. There are infrared sensors above and around your heads."

The detonators are arranged here, and Sean chuckles and says, "What's interesting is that the detonators around you all control..."

Sean deliberately prolonged his tone, and everyone's hearts were in their throats. Everyone probably had some guesses in their minds, but the more this happened, the more they wanted to hear a definite answer.

"They are all bombs from the other side!"

Damn it, Shen Bi's expression turned ugly and he stamped his feet fiercely.

The crowds on both sides were a little commotion at the same time. No one was afraid of death, but the switch that controlled their own life and death was actually in the hands of another group of people.

What's even more interesting is that the British people working in this building are basically superiors, while the Chinese are almost all subordinate employees.

There are conflicts in daily life, but now...

"That is to say, as soon as these Chinese people run away, you will all die!" Sean stood in front of a group of British people and said loudly, making sure that his voice could also be heard by the Chinese people on the other side.

"No, no, no, sir, that's not fair!" A British guy didn't dare to stand up, but he still said loudly.

Sean did not get angry, but said very kindly: "I am a person who likes to listen to other people's opinions. I only come to Hong Kong Island to do three things."

"Fair, fair, damn fair!"

"Damn it, shut up!" Shen Bi couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and cursed loudly at the British guy: "You idiot, he did it on purpose, do you understand?"

"Say it!" Sean didn't stop him and just watched the show with his arms crossed.

"I know, but I can't care about so much now. I just want to live, live, live, do you understand? Shit, you have nothing to do, but me, I can't, you damn capitalist. Running dog!" The British guy was not used to Shen Bi. He sat on the ground, pointed at the other person's nose and cursed loudly.

"Well done!" Sean waved his hand to encourage him. "The status and status are different. He is the boss of HSBC. Even if we fail to negotiate with Downing Street, he will be the last to die!"

Shen Bi wanted to say something else, but Sean gave him a cold look. Shen Bi could only stamp his feet bitterly and cursed idiot in a low voice.

"We are small, only about ten people in total, but there are dozens of Chinese in that group. Even if we all run together, the bomb's reach will be limited. Those on the outside will definitely be able to escape, and we will all die!" No matter what kind of ethnic conflicts, no one cares about this. "We must add more bombs to them so that they cannot escape."

"Whoever dares to run away will die together!"

"Hahaha, that's good, did you hear it?" Sean pointed to the Chinese side and said loudly: "This British guy said he would give you more bombs."

"Ghost, go to hell!"

"Hem home shovel!"

"I'll attack your mother!"

A group of Chinese employees couldn't care less whether they were subordinates or superiors. They pointed here and cursed loudly.

Although a group of Hong Kong Chinese people yelled loudly, they still did not dare to make any mistakes under the guard of the terrorists. They could only watch as two bombs were planted next to them.

This made them even angrier.

The fear and anger in his heart were vented on the British guy opposite, and he cursed wildly.

He no longer looked like the elite he used to be, and Sean was so happy to see him.

"Hey, hey, hey, you, you don't really want to blow them up, do you?" Le Huizhen held her chest and came to Sean's side, her little face turned pale with fright, and she asked in a low voice: "You have already taken away so many You have so much money, why do you do this?"

"Little girl, you don't understand. I'm doing this for their own good, so that you Chinese people can awaken your national consciousness. Even though your own place has been taken over by others, you still have to support others as if they were your ancestors. Ha, this kind of people are still alive. What's the point?" Sean sneered and said in Le Huizhen's ear.

Le Huizhen was speechless and didn't know what to say. She could only stand there and worry. As a woman, there was nothing she could do at the moment.

…

The policemen surrounding us all craned their necks to look this way.

There seemed to be a quarrel inside, but the doors and windows were closed over there, so the sound couldn't be heard at all.

Immediately, someone took out a telescope and looked inside, and then it became clear that a group of Chinese were sitting near the door on one side, and a dozen British people were sitting near the door on the other.

Apparently, the terrorists had completely separated the remaining group of male hostages.

Thinking of what the terrorists said before, what kind of master, what kind of piggy slave...

Even if they didn't hear what was being cursed inside, the police outside could guess that the ethnic conflicts that had been deliberately suppressed by the British and Chinese senior officials were aroused from the bottom of their hearts.

Well, yes, most of the Chinese senior officials in Hong Kong have been working hard to cooperate with the British.

After all, they are vested interests and the group that least wants Hong Kong Island to return.

The two sides have different systems. If we don't go back, Hong Kong Island and the others will be "the gods".

For the sake of peace and stability on Hong Kong Island, the British must give them some face.

Politics is all about compromise. They can use the threat from the north to constantly test the British bottom line and seek more benefits.

gone back……

Haha, then we can only seek benefits by taking advantage of Downing Street's tendency to stir things up, which is inconvenient after all.

What happened inside quickly spread to the police. This was a scene and there was no way to hide the matter.

Thousands of junior police officers were all staring at the situation to see how it would be dealt with in the end.

One bad thing is a big mess.

The top police officials also had a headache, but they had no choice but to dare to rush forward.

Firstly, the terrorists have a large number of hostages in their hands. Secondly, everyone in the live broadcast just saw the internal defense line. Those who rushed in in the first two waves are basically dead.

As for the front and rear doors on the ground, they are now blocked by hostages. Once they rush, the hostages will die first.

The situation was reported to the Governor-General's Office, who immediately reported it to Downing Street...

It has no use other than making the noise in the Cabinet Council even more intense.

A few hours later, the news has now spread all over the world, and even the United States on the other side of the world has begun to report on the Hong Kong Island incident.

Everything is troublesome after it becomes public.

…

The two sides were scolding each other, but Sean didn't say anything and just watched with a smile until Jonas ran up and waved to Sean.

"My head, I really can't move it..." Jonas put his hands on his hips, his voice full of exhaustion.

"What the hell, didn't you tell me before that you would never get tired of moving money? How could you move for the rest of your life?" Sean took off the mask on his face and cursed with a smile.

"No, no, no, it's really not possible. Damn it, I'm going to throw up when I move money for the first time." Jonas kept shaking his head, "Who's bragging to me in the future that I can't move money?"

If he's tired, I'll fucking beat him to death."

"How much does it cost for 20 big men to move now? Isn't it enough? Have you finished moving the gold?" Sean asked funnyly.

"The gold has been emptied out. There are still some Japanese yen left. The Canadian dollars haven't been moved yet, but there's not much. Brother, you need to let the guys take a few puffs, otherwise, I really have no energy left." Jonas pushed him with his shoulder.

Thumbs up Sean.

"I'm so damn afraid that you guys will be stunned. I'll drive the car to the police station soon. Come on, hurry up and continue moving. You can move as much as you can." Sean waved his hand and cursed.

This is not Sean's pretentiousness. The president of the United States flies with his leaf, which is not illegal in the United States.
To be continued...