All the hostages were shocked to see the people walking down the stairs in a leisurely manner. The bandits heard the sound of a shock, and several of them turned their guns on the stairs.

The owner of the cafe sighed sadly. Generally, there are no guests in the cafe at this time.

Recently, this guest comes here to order a cup of blue mountain every morning as soon as they open the door.

Then, sit there quietly and read the newspaper. After sitting for about an hour, you will check out and leave.

However, just now there was such a big movement on the first floor, he should have heard it on the second floor.

As long as he hides on the second floor, or calls the police, not only himself, but also they have a chance.

As a result, he came downstairs to check out.

How can I pay for him at this time? Don't be killed first.

From upstairs came a handsome Chinese, tall and thin, with a khaki coat, but his face looked sick and pale.

He glanced at the first floor of the caf é without any disturbance and calmly took 10 euros from his wallet and put it on the table.

The owner of the cafe kept winking at him to make sure he didn't act rashly again.

However, the other side is completely blind, indifferent to the wallet, and ready to leave.

However, just a step away, a gun was put on his head.

"Who allowed you to leave."

"Why can't you leave?" The man turned to look at the man who was speaking to him.

Old well like deep cold eyes swept past, the man with the gun unconsciously shook his hands.

I don't know why, this man looks at his eyes, which makes him have a kind of fear.

Yes, fear.

Obviously, he pointed the gun at him, but when he saw it, he felt the fear from the deep of his soul.

"You You stand there. "

The voice of the mouth stuttered, without the previous arrogance and confidence.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Said the Chinese man.

The robber saw that he didn't cooperate. He raised his gun to his forehead.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The gangster's accomplice took a look and urged.

"What do you say to him? I'm dead."

The bandit who pointed the gun at the Chinese man looked at the man's extremely deep pupil and was stunned. For a moment, he seemed to be possessed. Even the hand holding the gun didn't listen to his orders.

Chinese man's face is calm. He looks at the bandit with the gun, and finally spits out two words coldly.

"Shoot."

The gunman repeats his words in a trance, then points the gun to the friend who just let him shoot and kill, and shoots without hesitation.

Moreover, he shot several other associates in succession.

Because they were unprepared, they were shot and killed by their own men.

The rest turned their guns and killed the traitors.

In the sound of the gun, Luo thousands of hostages hold their heads and scream, afraid that they will become the souls of the dead in the next second.

When the gunfire stopped, the whole Cafe fell into a dead silence.

Luo Qianqian opened his eyes with fear, but everything around him made him even more afraid.

The bandits who took them were all dead, one by one in a pool of blood.

The Chinese man stepped over the corpse, took a tissue from the table and wiped the blood on his hands. He didn't look at the thousands of hostages.

"You can go."