Upon hearing this, the thugs immediately grabbed a hostage, shoving his face against the camera amidst his cries and pleas for mercy. They sneered, "You should be begging your beloved Sheriff Rox; they don't want you dead." They paused, then delivered a chillingly hurtful statement, "Our demands aren't difficult, but your Sheriff Rox, for the sake of his pride, is unwilling to exchange them for something of equal value. You… seem to be of no worth…"
With the gun pressed against his temple, the hostage was so terrified he lost control of his bladder and bowels, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He broke down in tears, crying, "Mr. Rox, you can't do this! There are hundreds of us here! You can't just stand by and watch us die! Please, please grant their demands!!!"
Rox, his face full of anger, turned to look at the technician beside him and received a mouth gesture that he should delay a little longer.
"I agree to your request, but you are not allowed to kill any more hostages!"
"Heh... I said I'd only give you an hour. I'll keep my 'promise' until I see the people and the helicopter. Besides, you have no credibility whatsoever."
"Stop!" The video was abruptly cut off. Rox was so angry he almost smashed his computer. Just a second before the video cut off, the damned bandits had already shot and killed the hostage. "Where are the snipers?"
No one understood the situation better than Rox. He didn't expect to get an answer when he shouted that. After half a minute of calming down, Rox bent down to look at the computer in front of the technician. The troops had already bypassed the bandits and climbed to the fourth floor from outside the building, which was in a blind spot. But there was still not enough time. The deployment was only two-thirds complete. If they could delay a little longer... Thinking of what the bandits had said before the video was cut off, Rox's face couldn't help but twist again.
Top floor of the shopping mall.
Despite the imminent threat of being shot by the bandits, Mo Shuwan spoke again, her voice barely audible, "I have a way..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a violent thug yelling, "Louder!"
Mo Shuwan took a breath and forced herself to raise her voice slightly, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm too weak, this is my loudest volume."
Only one of the thugs who was very close by heard her voice. One of the hot-tempered thugs immediately wanted to kill Mo Shuwan. Of course, this was just a thought, since the girl had just said that she was confident she could get Rox to release the person and send a helicopter.
If Mo Shuwan had said those words ten minutes earlier, she would have been shot dead on the spot, but now...
The bandits sized up Mo Shuwan's current appearance and, confirming that she was telling the truth, had no choice but to step forward and drag her out of the crowd. Already suffering from excessive blood loss, Mo Shuwan was then roughly pulled by the bandits, causing her vision to go black and her to briefly fall into a coma.
The thug cursed and dragged Mo Shuwan like a dead dog to an open space. He was about to kick her awake when he was stopped. "Don't kill her." The thug, who had already raised his foot, had no choice but to put it down, take out the remaining half bottle of mineral water, and pour it all over Mo Shuwan's face.
Mo Shuwan's eyelashes had barely twitched when the bandits pulled her up again. The pulling on her wounds woke her up completely from the pain. She could feel that she couldn't hold on for much longer, so she simply got straight to the point, "You can tell the sheriff that the president's youngest son is here."
The thug who had initially shown interest in Mo Shuwan sneered, "Do you think Rox is stupid? Or do you think we're the idiots?"
“I have seen Philosophy before, and I know what he looks like. Even if there is no real Philosophy here, I can make one up. My country has an ancient technique that can completely change a person’s appearance. As long as no outsider touches the face of the person being disguised, it can last for at least an hour.”
After saying this, Mo Shuwan collapsed to the ground in pain, unable to concentrate. When she saw the floor start to dazzle, she quickly pressed her wound... Great, the effect was very noticeable.
But she still had no strength left in her body, and in the end, Mo Shuwan could only lie on the ground like a dead fish, breathing with difficulty.
Her voice was so soft that, in order to hear her clearly, one of the thugs who was in charge squatted very close to her. If his face hadn't been covered up, leaving only his mouth and nose, the shock in his eyes would have been impossible to hide. He stood there stunned for a full two minutes before asking with a hint of excitement, "Is what you said true?"
"yes."
The bandit sized Mo Shuwan up and down a few times. "What do you want?"
"I just want to live."
After saying that, Mo Shuwan slowly and laboriously sat up. "I can start finding someone to disguise me now, but no one can get too close while I'm disguising myself." Noticing the bandit's movement of touching a gun, Mo Shuwan gave a miserable smile. "I just want to live."
The bandit looked at the man who was speaking haltingly and seemed on the verge of dying, and sneered, "If you have lied to us, I will gouge out your eyes and cut out your tongue."
"Of course not. You can go and see the people I choose, just don't get too close."
Although the request was somewhat strange, the bandits, confident in themselves, did not think that Mo Shuwan could pull any tricks under their noses. According to the pre-arranged plan, Mo Shuwan deliberately lingered among the hostages for a while before choosing Felosi.
After dismissing the hostages, the thug standing three meters away sized up the boy. He was ugly, with a crooked nose and slanted eyes, a far cry from the image of Felosis. He couldn't help but say, "Change him."
Even if she answered, the bandits wouldn't be able to hear her at her volume, so it was better to keep quiet and save energy. Mo Shuwan, slumped on the ground, looked at Felosis, who was completely different from before. She took a deep breath, made a series of fantastical movements, and then used her fingernail to remove the small pieces of wood stuck in Felosis's nostrils and the corners of his eyes. Looking at Felosis's slightly swollen eyes, she silently apologized.
To make Felosi look more like someone else, not only were her eyes and nose disguised, but even half of her eyebrows were shaved off.
After bringing Felosi back to normal, Mo Shuwan pretended to act for a while, then grabbed his hand, looked at the birthmark on his arm, and whispered, "The more you scream, the better."
Knowing what Mo Shuwan was about to do, Felosis nodded sadly. When Mo Shuwan bit him, he immediately shouted to attract the attention of the bandits. One of the bandits took two steps closer and barely saw Felosis's 'current' face. Fearing that he would turn him back into that ugly thing, he quickly retreated.
It's so damn similar! They haven't forgotten how ugly this guy looked just a few minutes ago.
Mo Shuwan bit Felosi's arms and wrists until they were bloody and mangled. She looked up, wiped the blood from her mouth, and weakly waved to the thug. When he got within two meters of her, she lowered her eyelids and said, "We can't remove the birthmark. We can only make it look like Felosi was abused for the police to see."
To make sure the bandits could hear her, Mo Shuwan screamed at the top of her lungs. After she finished screaming, she collapsed to the ground. If it weren't for the fact that her body was still heaving, the bandits would have thought she was dead.
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