Limit Breaker

"Meow! Meow! Chiil! Bam!"

Bang!

You slowly point the gun to the right and suddenly pull the trigger, pointing to the left.

Bam!

"Hiic!"

"Aah!"

"Ow!"

A young man in his mid-20s spewed a short scream as he shrugged his body against a bullet stuck next to his face, and two men and women on his left and right raised their arms, screaming.

The sincere screams of terror.

"Kahaha! I can't ignore the human adaptability."

Jin Woo smiled as if he liked the appearance of passengers making eerie noises at the right time.

He had already emptied one of the magazines. Unlike the first time, he admired the image of the opponent who was the subject of 'bread', who sighed and was fearful but not incontinent, as well as the passengers screaming and making a commotion, but Perisha in the waiting room approached and opened her mouth.

"My Lord, the radio signal is ringing."

"Oh, yeah? Did you really find out who I am?"

When negotiators negotiated with criminals in the film, he was the first to discover personal information such as the identity of the criminals and criminal records, and Ed Lee was sufficiently distressed to try to find out who he was.

"Well, I'm going to take a little break, so let's all get some rest! I'll be back with a little more fun next time!"

The passengers' faces were reflected when he said he would show up with another game.

Some of the slow-witted people were overconfident as to why they were doing this to themselves, but others were realizing that Jin Woo was treating them as toys.

I've already said everything because I think it's more convenient to be a hostage for a common terrorist.

Jinwoo, enjoying the reaction of those hostages, returns to the aircraft bay, revolving his gun around in a cheerful manner.

"Captain Archy, how are you doing?"

"Yes?"

Suddenly, when he asked himself with the voices and pronunciations of babies who had just learned words, the captain answered in a rather questionable tone.

"I haven't done anything useless since the master left."

"Ouch! Just do that! As we speak, Jaal will be able to return to my family comfortably enough that I don't know when I was hiked."

However, he was terrified because he remembered that the man on the negotiating side had put a bullet in the deputy warden's temple because he knew instinctively that his life was lighter than ever before.

"Well, let's have another fun and fun."

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Did you find out who I am? I think I've had enough time. -

"……."

Every time Ed Lee hears his opponent's voice, his anger rises, but his emotional response to each of the criminals' words means that he or she lacks the qualities of a negotiator.

He clears his mind as a bargaining veteran.

"No matter what I look for, there's no case involving your name."

Really? Are you sure you looked properly? It was a pretty big hit before I did this. -

In the deep sadness of the other's voice, Ed Lee thought of an unknown criminal or a vague criminal record in his head, but none of them were credible.

- Well, it doesn't matter. After today, my name and organization will be cleverly embedded in your brain, and Interpol's wanted list will be up. Kyaaaaa! International APB! I knew it! Smell the big water! -

The last word doesn't make any sense, but in any case, Ed Lee opens his mouth again to secure the hostage and buy time.

"Just in case, don't touch the hostages. I don't want to..."

It's okay. I warned the hostages in advance. Suddenly, you're dead. Out of the chair all of a sudden? My men are women, so it's worth a shot. I'm not going to kill you nicely, so try me. How about this? This isn't too much of a warning, is it? -

'My subordinates are all women....'

It was Ed Lee who gained another piece of information like that, but he was not aware that his men were all women.

It's because it doesn't matter what the physical structure of women and men is if they only have this powerful ability.

At that time, a man approaches Ed Lee and writes something on a piece of paper.

Special Forces are ready. '

Nod. Nod. Nod.

Receiving a signal through a cooperative communication sent to the Chinese government with veteran UN Special Forces trained for all kinds of terrorism, Ed Lee deliberately took a step back and spoke in a graceful tone to turn Chiu's nerves this way.

"That's about right. Speaking of which, didn't you say there was another objective? This side is willing to listen to your request if it's not too much advice and end this case safely."

Of course you're lying.

Because, if you do, China will be a country that has surrendered to the demands of terrorists and will rise to the throats of all kinds of criminals.

Well, can you deliver the chicken? Oh, I'm half-mummy. -

"… What?"

I've heard all kinds of terrorist demands in my life, but I've never seen such demands in my life.

- The Special Forces should be on the move or ready to go by now. So bring the chicken with you on the way. You know, it seems like we should start eating God before we start shooting, right? Heave-ho!

"……!!"

Ed Lee once again came to realize that Zhou is not a terrorist with the right mind, and that he is a veteran terrorist, although insane.

A typical terrorist would say, "Special Forces are coming! If you do, I'll kill every single one of those hostages! 'I'm trying to stop the intervention of the Special Forces by blackmailing them, but I'm telling you to bring the chicken along on the way.

- And leave the cargo bay empty so you can come in. There are no traps. Feel free to come in. -

Who the hell is this guy? '

Moreover, it is an increasingly false assumption. It was never going to happen if I was sane enough to be able to secure this space at all.

"It's a trap. He's creating a high level of psychological turmoil here!" '

It's like when you do a scissor, "I'm gonna scissors! Scissors, no matter what! 'It makes me dizzy in my mind.

Another requirement, and an unimaginable disruptive operation on this side, was once again confirmed that Zhou is a veteran terrorist with a high psychological level.

"I don't know what you mean. Special Forces? If you're going to kill a hostage, how are you going to do it for free?"

However, if Qiu is a veteran terrorist, Ed Lee is also a specialist who has negotiated with hundreds of criminals.

The discovery of this plan did not conceal the embarrassment of others, but he alone regained his composure and continued without the shaking of his voice.

There's no special forces, is there? -

"Yes. The safety of the hostages is our top priority."

- This is a waste. I was gonna say it's okay to send in a Special Forces unit. -

"You're okay?"

- Of course, I can't help the lives of the Special Forces, but I wanted to tell you that the lives of the hostages don't mean anything. -

"Sending in a Special Forces doesn't affect the lives of the hostages, does it?" "

- Well, I'm a specimen of generosity. Even with the Confucius coming, I'm still impulsive to my generosity. So I suggest you tell them they're on their way to deploy the Special Forces. If you say you didn't send it, the number of hostages will be reduced by half. -

In a terrorist remark that was more generous than one of the four largest adults in the world, Ed Lee almost built a ridiculous laugh but swallowed dry water by his subsequent threats.

'Dammit... This guy is no ordinary man!'

In summary, if you let me know that the Special Forces are on the move, I'll save the lives of the hostages. If you talk back and say you didn't send them, I'll kill the hostages.

By sending in a special unit, Ed Lee once again confirmed that he was the mastermind of psychological warfare, taking hostages and killing terrorists for granted.

'I…….'

Do you trust the word of a terrorist or do you lie to end the case?

"Oh no! If we keep going, we'll get caught up in his face!" '

Aware of the chaos in his mind, Ed Lee quickly clears his mind and gestures toward the person who was watching him.

Dispatch.

Nod. Nod.

Having no longer felt the need to talk, he decided to focus on attracting attention so that he didn't know the Special Forces were on the move.

If he were a simple terrorist, he would have persuaded and negotiated with all his heart to ensure the safety of the hostages, but now the criminal beyond the radio is a madman who has never been found, so there is no room for negotiation.

"The position here is the same. It's hard to infiltrate special forces on a hijacked airplane in the first place, and it's too risky. I have a favor to ask of you if you can tell me your requirements."

- Hmm…… -

You snore as if the tidying up excitement had disappeared.

Are you upset? '

With the weak tone of numerous criminals, Ed Lee can't hide his doubts when he finds out whether the other party is nervous or angry.

- Well, I guess so. Instead, if I give you a chance and you turn your back on me, like I said, I'll kill half the hostages. Make the radio scream. -

"… again, it won't happen. Do you have any other requirements?"

- Hmm…… -

For the first time, Qiu's words were blocked.

No, it wasn't exactly speechless, it was like he was thinking of something.

- Well, how about $100,000 for each hostage? -

"Yes! I finally got him down!" '

No matter how psychological the war may be, terrorists end up being terrorists.

Ed Lee was happy to prove to himself that Chiu, acting like a madman, demanded money, was no different than a typical terrorist, but he negotiated calmly if he didn't show his excitement outside his voice.

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Are you out of your mind?

I told you. This novel is a typical writer's daughter novel. I'd say 10 more times.

What can I say, but this novel is not very artistic. It's nothing but what writers use for their daughters to satisfy their cravings.

But Joara's crew has become tens of thousands!!

It's natural for a writer to filter and look high, but this is way above my standards!

When I first joined the company, I was like, "Chopping? I thought I'd never wish for anything more than 5,000 '(both masterpieces didn't break 5000 walls) I just doubled it...

I mean, if I was a woman, would I understand that women write "Night Owl Owl"? Would I really like to see a daughter write a novel that blows out dark desires that can't be masturbated?

I'm a gentleman under pressure. I'm scared because I feel like I'm being expected more than I expected;

PS: I can't believe there's a crazy writer down there who feels safe and happy! But it's weird that it's me...