Embassies from various countries rushed to the police station, demanding that they rescue the hostages as quickly as possible.

After observing for an hour or two, she realized that she wasn't the only one there.

The first, second, and third floors held people from different races and countries, just as she had guessed.

The police chief of country S lay in his chair, his head throbbing with pain, his mind pounding with fury.

Damn it, those bastards are really good at causing him trouble.

I heard that this matter has already attracted the attention of government officials, and if it is not resolved quickly, I may lose my position.

For a time, their figures were everywhere in the city, from police officers to military personnel, on every street and alley.

Despite this, people still disappear every day, and they happen to be from different countries.

The bureau chief, who was already overwhelmed with work, was distracted by a ringing phone.

"Hello, this is the police station."

What the other person said shocked him.

"Hello, Director, I bet you're running around like a headless fly, arresting people everywhere. Unfortunately, you're too incompetent; they're all just insignificant people... Hahaha."

The bureau chief was so angry he wanted to throw his phone away, but the other person spoke again.

"If you can figure out a way to get us through customs smoothly, perhaps the next moment will be the sound of your hearty laughter..."

Looking at the phone screen again, that damn bastard had actually hung up the phone.

In the following days, people from various countries came here to demand the release of their loved ones, but all returned empty-handed.

That day, the German embassy in the office strongly demanded to see the person two days later.

"Hello, Director, you must know why I'm here. I hope you won't let us down."

Do we really have to compromise?

But if he doesn't, the consequences are not something a mere bureau chief like him can bear.

In desperation, I dialed that person's number.

Shen Shiyi was so hungry here that her stomach was practically sticking to her back, and she cursed their ancestors a thousand or eight hundred times in her heart.

They listened intently to the sounds outside.

"Very good, Director, you haven't disappointed me. Good luck, my friend!"

A devilish smile was perfectly embodied in this man.

We're saved?

Things might not be that simple. She didn't believe that an organized terrorist organization would treat these "prisoners" well.

Conserve your energy and wait for the right opportunity.

With the bureau chief's cover, things went much more smoothly.

This terrifying terrorist organization, feared by all, boarded the ship one after another, and the accompanying hostages were blindfolded and escorted inside.

Just when everyone thought they had succeeded, a naval soldier strode over.

"etc."

The terrorists all revealed murderous intent in their eyes, and the bureau chief felt utterly hopeless.

May Buddha bless you, may Buddha bless you, may everything go smoothly.

The naval soldier, facing certain death, collapsed to the ground before even touching the object.

The bullet pierced his forehead and landed in the sea.

The terrorists accompanying him dismembered him into pieces with sharp daggers.

The director's face contorted in shock, and he nearly vomited on the ship's deck.