The last trace of doubt in the bandit's mind vanished. After all, if something is too perfect, it will inevitably lead people to think in other directions. The bandit excitedly examined the terrified 'fake Philosophy'. "It's too similar." But when his gaze swept over the two bloodied and mangled arms, he frowned. "The birthmark only appears on one arm."
Mo Shuwan still couldn't get up, her voice weak and muffled as she spoke, "Sorry, I forgot which hand Felosi's birthmark is on." After saying that, she took a few weak breaths, "He can't be more than a meter away from me, and outsiders can't get within two meters, otherwise the disguise will fail."
Although the story sounded strange, the bandits had no choice but to believe it after witnessing Mo Shuwan transform an ugly woman into Felosis in front of everyone. They even gave Mo Shuwan medicine to stop her bleeding, just in case she died.
Unfortunately, when Mo Shuwan was about to give half of the medicine to Felosis, she was stopped by the bandits who pointed guns at her, and she had to give up the idea.
The thug quickly and excitedly started a video call with Rox, saying, "I've prepared another gift for you."
The video shaky for half a second. Rox's first sight was of Mo Shuwan covered in blood. Because the distance wasn't close enough, he didn't recognize Feloxis, nor did he consider that possibility. He simply assumed the bandits were enraged and about to torture and kill the hostage. "The person you want will be here soon..."
"No, no, no, that's not my purpose this time. Take a closer look at that child."
Rox could only suppress his anger and take another serious look at Felosis, who was kneeling on the ground. The more he looked, the more familiar he seemed, until the technician next to him said, "Sheriff! He looks a bit like Felosis..."
The bandit was in high spirits and stretched his hand forward a little more, enough for Rox to see Felosis's face clearly. With Mo Shuwan's cooperation, Felosis's bloody and mangled arms were also presented to Rox. The bandit suppressed his excitement and said, "Now I want to hear Mr. Donbud's voice. I'll give you five minutes. If I can't get through to Mr. Donbud in five minutes, he won't be able to keep his hands."
"Five minutes is not enough! I need more time!"
That's your problem.
Before Rox could even speak, the video cut off again. He turned his head in disbelief. "Are you sure he's Philosophy?" Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. After answering the call, Rox's face turned completely ashen. "Contact Honglang Prison in East Asia immediately."
Just then, the person calling Rox was none other than Felosis's bodyguards. They were on their way and would probably meet Rox in less than ten minutes.
Five minutes later, the bandits finally got through to Donbud and asked some personal questions. After confirming that it was Donbud himself, they immediately made Rox demand that he speak to Donbud every five minutes and that Rox must bring Donbud and the helicopter over within half an hour.
Rox's face turned ashen. "That's impossible. Donbud is in a prison in East Asia. I don't have that much power to decide his fate."
The bandit sneered, "So it seems you not only don't want to save the hostage, but you don't even want Felosis's life."
Mo Shuwan, who was resting with her eyes closed, was startled when she heard this. She quickly interrupted in a hoarse voice, "Let me talk to Mr. Rox. I can persuade him."
The thug looked coldly at Mo Shuwan. Thinking of her miraculous skills just now, he thought it was worth a try. He took a few steps toward her and stood two meters away. The two thugs next to him immediately raised their guns, ready to kill Mo Shuwan at any time. "Don't say anything unnecessary."
But Mo Shuwan was too weak and her voice was too soft, so Rox couldn't hear what she was saying at all. Although the bandit was unhappy, he still pushed the phone to her.
On the other side, Rox looked at Mo Shuwan and Felosi who suddenly appeared in front of the camera, and after a close look at Felosi's appearance, he finally confirmed that the person in front of him was Felosi Archer.
“Mr. Rox, I hope you can agree to their demands.” He paused after saying this, “There are not only Philosophys here, but also hundreds of hostages, including myself. You can’t just leave us to die. Besides, the bandits don’t really want to kill anyone. As long as you can send the people they want and the helicopter, we will all be released, and the explosives in the busy street will not be detonated.”
Mo Shuwan's weak and powerless voice reached not only Rox's ears, but also the technician next to him who was contacting Felosi's bodyguard. He almost immediately understood the hidden meaning in Mo Shuwan's words, turned his head sharply, and said silently to Rox, "Question her about what right she has to say that."
Rox relayed the message truthfully. Mo Shuwan forced a smile and turned directly to the bandits, saying, "Sir, as long as you promise not to shoot any more hostages, Mr. Rox guarantees to fulfill your request as quickly as possible."
Felosis, along with Rox and the technician, stared at Mo Shuwan with a look that seemed to say, "Are you stupid?" Rox's voice wasn't quiet; anyone could hear what he was saying clearly. Such blatant fabrication—was he fearless or...?
"Hehe." He reached out and snatched the gun from the person next to him, pulling back the bolt and releasing the safety in one smooth motion.
Just as the trigger was about to be pulled, Mo Shuwan's voice rang out again, "Sir, your goal is not to kill people. A peaceful resolution will allow you to achieve your goal faster. If all of us die, and we lose our leverage against the police, can you really rescue the people you want to save and then leave safely? Moreover, I believe that as long as you do not kill any more hostages, Mr. Rox will guarantee to fulfill your demands as quickly as possible."
Despite facing a life-or-death crisis, Mo Shuwan managed to speak fluently in one breath, even though her heart was pounding so hard it seemed it might stop at any moment.
After staring at Mo Shuwan for a few seconds, the thug finally lowered his gun.
Seeing this, Mo Shuwan looked at Rox in the phone video again, "Mr. Rox, if you can get the bandits to stay in touch with the people they want to save and immediately send them here by helicopter, I believe they will agree to stop shooting the hostages."
Mo Shuwan's words immediately excited the hesitant bandits. If they could maintain constant communication, they could confirm whether Mr. Tangbude had been put on the helicopter, making the killing of the hostages irrelevant. After all, the hostages were just bargaining chips.
Shock was evident in the eyes of Rox and the technician beside him. They had never imagined that this frail young girl, who could have died at any moment, could have secured a chance of survival for herself and the hostage with just a few words. But what Rox had just said was true; he didn't have the authority to order the prison in East Asia to release the hostage, and going through the proper procedures would be extremely time-consuming.
What we lack now is precisely time.
But seeing such a great opportunity slip away was unbearable, and he became very anxious, failing to give a reply for a long time.
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