The weekly report knows clearly who to follow to maximize benefits.
Without Qu Shaochen, Zhou Bao began to focus on studying the battle.
Shangguan Zai was like a ruthless conductor, holding the power of life and death.
The tricks here are worth studying.
The battlefield was filled with smoke, desolate and desolate. A dazed thug slowly stood up from the ruins.
His body was exhausted, his uniform torn and covered in dust and blood.
His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, and the weapon in his hand hung limply to the ground.
Surrounding them were the bodies of their comrades and the burning remains of their weapons. This tragic scene seemed to announce their defeat.
He looked at the robot dog gradually approaching in front of him, staggered forward a few steps, then his knees gave way and he fell to the ground.
He raised his hands tremblingly, and the weapons in his hands slipped with a dull sound.
With his head lowered, he shouted in a hoarse and trembling voice, "I surrender...don't shoot." There was no longer the firmness and courage in his voice, only deep fatigue and submission.
After glancing at the surrendered thugs, the robot dog will calculate the threat level and decide whether to kill or spare them.
Soon, drones also swarmed over him, scrutinizing him with their vigilant cameras. The man's face was ashen, his body trembling slightly, as if his soul had been torn away by this brutal war.
If there is movement, it will attract attention.
The thugs who had managed to survive started new actions, their faces full of fatigue, and they slowly walked out of the shelter with heavy steps.
The determination and courage of the past are no longer in their eyes, and are replaced by endless despair and confusion.
The weapon in his hand hung limply at his side, and the military flag in his hand was already in tatters.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the ruins. Beside him was a pile of corpses. The corpses died in a miserable state and were in a state of protection.
If nothing unexpected happens, the guy who shouted may have a great background.
The leading thug raised his hands high, threw his gun at his feet, and shouted in a hoarse and trembling voice: "We surrender, don't shoot!"
The other thugs followed suit, dropping their weapons and raising their hands.
Their bodies trembled slightly, not sure if it was because of fear or fatigue from a long battle.
The robot dog drone on the opposite side was on full alert, watching the surrendering soldiers vigilantly.
The surrendering troops were silent, no one spoke, only the heavy footsteps and heavy breathing.
The dim light shone on them, casting long shadows, making them look particularly lonely and sad.
The opposite of this is a hostage.
The fighting subsided, some people were unlucky, some were lucky.
In that endless darkness and fear, every minute and every second was torture.
But when the dawn of hope appeared, complex and strong emotions began to surge in the hostages' hearts.
At first, it was an incredible surprise that our motherland sent people to rescue us, as if it was just an illusory dream.
Their eyes widened, trying to confirm whether this impending relief was real.
Suspicion and expectation intertwined, my heart was beating in my throat, afraid that this was just another false joy.
As the sounds of rescue drew closer, the robot dogs and drones fired ping-pong, and fear began to give way to excitement.
Their bodies couldn't stop shaking, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. A blazing fire of hope ignited in their hearts, this fire dispelled the haze of despair that had accumulated for a long time.
The pain and torture they had suffered in the past flashed through their minds quickly, and at this moment, the thought of being rescued made them feel a sense of relief that was almost like liberation.
But at the same time, I was also worried about the unknown, not knowing whether I could really get out of this nightmare place safely.
Anticipation and anxiety collided violently in my heart, and every breath became rapid and heavy.
Their eyes were fixed on the direction that might bring freedom, their hearts beating like drums. They couldn't wait for that moment to come, but were also afraid that their hopes would be shattered again at the last moment.
This contradictory mood makes their hearts like surging waves, difficult to calm down.
"All of you, get out of here with your heads in your hands!"
Shangguan Zai's voice penetrated the entire basement!
To deal with this group of blind and stubborn people, we have to use tough measures!
As the drone emitted its lights, a winding passage leading to the ground appeared.
The surviving thugs could only watch the hostages leave first.
Not only that, there are also facial recognition and unmanned checkpoints at the exit.
Metal detectors and X-ray scans ensure that hostages and thugs are treated differently.
At this time, a tense atmosphere filled the crowd, as if an invisible pressure was weighing heavily on everyone's heart.
Their eyes were wandering, sometimes looking around vigilantly, and sometimes avoiding other people's gazes in panic.
Some guys who were trying to take advantage of the situation frowned unconsciously, forming deep lines on their brows, and beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.
Driven by anxiety, beads of sweat slid down their cheeks, but no one cared to wipe them away.
Among the people queuing, some people's breathing became rapid and short, and their chests heaved violently, as if the air had become thin and difficult to obtain.
Some people's lips trembled slightly, as if they wanted to say something to ease the tension, but in the end they just kept their lips tightly closed, fearing that opening their mouths would reveal their inner anxiety.
If you look closely, you'll notice their fingers are twisted together unconsciously, their joints are white from the force, their nails are deeply embedded in their palms, yet they feel no pain.
My feet kept shifting my center of gravity, as if I were standing on a hot pot, unable to settle.
My heartbeat rumbled like thunder in my ears, and with every beat my thoughts became tangled like a tangled mess. All kinds of worries and fears flashed through my mind rapidly, but I couldn't grasp any idea that could bring me comfort.
"Gulong" sound!
From time to time, slight swallowing sounds could be heard from the crowd, as if their throats were blocked by something, dry and tight.
Some people's bodies trembled slightly, as if resisting some invisible cold. In fact, it was the chill brought by the tension deep in their hearts.
Why are there so many psychological traits?
Shangguan Zai and Zhou Bao knew it very well.
Because there is a saying that one will settle the score later.
If the hostages are not killed, once they are interrogated, the thugs will not be able to escape any of the dirty deeds they have done.
Then the ending is worse than death!
Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, the desperate criminals will never surrender even if they are beaten to death.
"You dare to look around, thinking it's an exam?" Shangguan Zai almost laughed out loud when he saw the surveillance footage.
Pulling out his intercom, Shangguan Zai said bluntly, "Catch these guys peeking out!"
The robot dog sprang into action upon hearing the command, quickly pounced on the targeted thug, and then began shouting through its own loudspeaker: "Anyone targeted by the searchlight, step out immediately."
So, several guys with their hands on their heads and extremely pale faces stood up very reluctantly.
If the gun wasn't so ruthless, Gao Di would have struggled.
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