Super body leads the era

In Alba's house, even Jessica couldn't sleep.

Mrs. Alba has already hung up on Lawrence's house twice, and the other party also hung up on her. It is already [-]:[-] in the middle of the night, and neither Sun Xiaowei nor Sissy has returned home.

"My God, what the hell happened?"

Mrs. Alba walked back and forth in the living room anxiously, restless and unable to calm down no matter what.Mr. Alba sat on the sofa without saying a word, listening to all kinds of useful news on TV and smoking non-stop.

Jessica was urged to go to bed several times, but she still sat on the sofa frowning, looking at her parents in distress, her little mouth was always puckered.

"Will they meet bad guys? Will they be kidnapped? Will we receive calls asking for ransom?"

Just finished talking about business with the boss of Microsoft yesterday, and the suspected disappearance occurred today, which made Mrs. Alba think wildly.Having been together for 12 years, she knows Sun Xiaowei very well. It is normal for this precocious child to return home late, because the minimum report of safety is always on time.

"Should we call the police? What will happen to the Lawrence kids? Are there any notifications at the school? God help me..."

Finally, Mr. Alba spoke: "Elusha, it's useless for you to be anxious, first sit down and have a sip of coffee to calm down...Since you plan to keep watch at night."

Suddenly, Jessica pointed at the TV and yelled, "Watch the news!"

With a red glow in the background late at night, the reporter on the scene stood in front of a building surrounded by police cars and said, "We're cutting the show for a special news report, I'm Charlie Sauber, and I'm reporting live from Century City. "

The Alba family immediately turned to the TV, engrossed.

"Tonight, Los Angeles has also become one of the global cities threatened by international terrorists. About two hours ago, a group of unidentified terrorists occupied Zhongfu Building, blocked all entrances and exits, and cut off all telephone lines. Now the only The means of communication is the walkie-talkie."

For some reason, Mrs. Alba's heart trembled, instinctively thinking that this had something to do with Sun Xiaowei.

"...At present, the police are preparing to storm the building, and the SWAT team of the Los Angeles Police Department will storm it from both sides of the building..."

Mr. Alba slammed his fist on the table and shouted in a low voice: "A bunch of idiots!"

Mrs. Alba asked in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

As a former air force, her husband said angrily: "Those terrorists must be staring at the TV right now, these idiot media, aren't they showing their own tactics to the other side!?"

"...Look, audience, our heroic SWAT team is about to launch a strong attack on Zhongfu Building! The camera leans over, yes, right, aim at the main entrance!"

More than a dozen special police officers rushed to the front door of the building, one of them immediately cut the injured glass door with a tool, and the rest all aimed their guns at the dark hall.

Mr. Alba frowned and said: "The searchlights have been shot out by terrorist snipers. These soldiers are now living targets."

Sure enough, before the on-site host boasted a few more words, under the clear close-up of the camera, a special police officer was repeatedly hit by bullets fired from inside, and immediately rolled on the ground holding his calf or shoulder in pain .

Seeing that the police were frustrated, the camera shifted direction, and the reporters at the scene began to talk about various judgments on the situation.

After a while, the camera aimed at the night again, and an armored vehicle was rumbling towards the building, leaving the dull roar of the engine on the empty road.

Sitting on the sofa, Jessica forgot to worry about her sister for a moment, looked at the mighty appearance of the armored vehicle in the picture, and opened her mouth in amazement: "Wow, so cool!"

Jessica was very excited, and the reporter on the scene was even more excited. The camera pointed at the armored vehicle and reported in a passionate tone: "Look, audience friends, our heroic and invincible Los Angeles Police Department has sent their invincible armored vehicles, the end of terrorists| Come on, in armored vehicles mighty... oh my god!"

The explosion was clearly audible even through the camera, and the orange fireball soaring into the sky made Mr. Alba sigh, Mrs. Alba screamed, and Jessica clapped her hands.

"Oh my god, the terrorists are actually equipped with bazookas! They even have this kind of equipment. It's unbelievable that an armored vehicle is just scrapped!"

Seeing the panic and exclamation of the journalists on the screen, Mr. Alba, a former air force, couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed: "Bastard media, a bunch of idiots!"

Then there were all kinds of nonsense sighs from the reporter, but not long after, he suddenly got a new piece of news.

"According to the Los Angeles Police Department and FBI agents at the scene, the terrorists asked our evening news reporters to come into the building to interview them. Audience friends, please don't go away, I'm Charlie Sauber, and I'm here in Century City for you report."

Afterwards, the TV screen was switched back to the studio, and the two hosts had a heated discussion on the current situation, but at this moment, the Alba family was not in the mood to listen to their chatter.

Mr. Alba sneered and said: "I told you idiots to stand out in front of the TV, it's okay now, I was personally targeted by other terrorists."

Mrs. Alba sat down on the sofa limply, exhausted after being tense, and looked weakly at the two hosts' nonsense arguing, and said, "Honey, Weiwei and Sissy aren't there, are they?"

Jessica's eyes widened when she heard that, and she opened her mouth wide in surprise: "No way!?"

Mr. Alba glared at his wife and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? That's the Japanese company building. Why are the two of them there!?"

Mrs. Alba sighed. She knew that tonight must be a sleepless night, so she went to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee, and cut a cantaloupe by the way.

Time passed slowly, and at the beginning of ten o'clock, the reporter on the scene sent the picture again.

"ladies and gentlemen."

A very handsome man in a suit and leather shoes sat on an office chair and said in a magnetic voice: "I am Hans-Gruber. I believe you have seen from the reporter's report that it is a crime to launch an attack on us. What consequences. Honestly, we don't want more lives lost."

Alba's family is glued to the TV.

"My comrades are suffering from prisons all over the world. Isn't the US government the favorite to show off its force everywhere? Show it off for me now."

“The following individuals must be released: six Suncaller members held in Angola, five members of Ten Rings held in Saudi Arabia, seven members of Dawn of Asia held in Sri Lanka, three members of Chechnya held by Russia, Z The four members of the Shadow Fighters Alliance held by the United States, when these revolutionary brothers and sisters are freed, these hostages will be escorted to the roof of the building and sent away by helicopter."

Mrs. Alba wondered: "Just relying on dozens of hostages in the building, you want to release members of terrorist organizations?"

Mr. Alba frowned and said: "It should be to delay time, they must have other plans."

On TV, the man named Hans Gruber continued.

"In a certain position of this building, I planted a large dose of bombs. If the US government cannot complete the above within 24 hours, the power of the explosion will cause the high-rise building to collapse in a directional manner. At the same time as several other high-rise buildings, VX gas bombs will be released, and all life in the entire city of Los Angeles will die."

"At the same time, during these 24 hours, I shot a hostage every hour and broadcast it live on TV."

He tapped on the table with an indifferent smile on his face.

"The roll call is over. I have at least 30 people, which is enough."

Mr. Alba cursed again, Mrs. Alba exclaimed again, and Jessica also frowned.

"So now, let's choose one first."

The host's voice no longer appeared on the screen, but he could still be seen swaying from time to time, and the camera lens was trembling slightly.Led by the two big men with guns, the screen kept moving, and the audience saw a group of hostages sitting on the ground of the hall.

"My God, isn't that Lawrence!?"

Mrs. Alba suddenly let out a scream, and in a clearly visible corner of the screen, a girl with black hair was clearly visible, it was Sun Xiaowei's friend, Sissy-Lawrence.

Now, even Mr. Alba couldn't calm down anymore, he jumped up and stood up, screaming: "Did you see Weiwei!?"

The cameraman didn't give them too many chances. A white-collar worker with a frightened expression was dragged up. Under the increasingly trembling lens of the cameraman, he was hit by the butt of a gun and fell to his knees.

"This is the first, ladies and gentlemen."

The German pistol was pointed at the head of the white-collar worker. Jessica was being carried upstairs by Mrs. Alba. Mr. Alba stared at the TV with his brows furrowed and bit his lip tightly.

Suddenly, the entire TV screen shook violently, and a loud explosion roared from the TV. The cameraman seemed to have fallen to the ground, and hostages screamed everywhere.

Mrs. Alba and Jessica both rushed back from the stairs, exclaiming in surprise, "What's going on!?"

The TV picture stabilized quickly, and the leader of the terrorists, Hans, had messy hair, stared at the camera gloomyly, and said, "I know, there is a hero in this building, two to be exact, you guys I saw the corpses brought back by the elevator, with good signatures, Miss A and Mr. M."

Hearing the names of these people, the Albas were surprised. Why, there are still superheroes fighting bad guys?

"It doesn't matter if I detonated my gun, because I also buried twelve VX gas bombs in this building, and there are twenty well-armed heroes. You can only die."

;