Chapter 871: Chapter 871: Divine Level Disguise
"The most crucial point is that the Issa family are a bunch of well-trained lunatics. They’ve definitely installed many bombs in the hotel."
And each time, the Issa family becomes stronger.
"Heh, who said I was going to sneak in."
"Hmm?"
An Xi looked at Li Feng in surprise.
Li Feng curled his lips: "I’m going to walk in through the front door."
"How is that possible?"
At this moment, following a suicide bombing attack, the situation became increasingly severe, and the criminals in the hotel sent a second ultimatum.
"Look at this, the criminals have issued their final ultimatum. We only have the last twelve hours. If we can’t meet their demands, they’ll perish together with us."
"This is no longer something we can decide. I need to report this."
"Then hurry up."
Smith was a bit agitated. Just now, he had lost at least ten subordinates, with more injured, and this was just the beginning. The ultimatum stated that there were more bombs in other parts of the city.
If they don’t meet the demands, not only will the hostages in the hotel be killed, the city will also be scarred.
No matter if they were bluffing, he could no longer bear the consequences.
"Director, there’s a call for you!"
"Hmm?"
"They say they’re from OIO."
Smith was a bit surprised. OIO, what on earth is that?
"Director Smith, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m from the Southern Federation United Security Group, abbreviated as OIO. You can call me Shire."
Smith frowned: "Weekly United Security Group, why haven’t I heard of it?"
"It’s normal that you haven’t heard of it because this group was secretly formed to serve as a communication channel for the increasingly severe security situation of the Southern Federation community. You can inquire with your superiors."
"I’m calling to let you know that our OIO has dispatched members and will take over handling this urgent matter."
"You’re taking over?"
"That’s right, there’s not much time to explain now. We will send you an official letter later, as well as a notification from your country’s relevant departments. You will also receive the relevant calls."
"This incident was orchestrated behind the scenes by the Issa family on Central Island. You should have heard of this family. This is no longer an issue you can handle."
"Alright, I’ll hang up now. Wait for the call."
Smith was bewildered, what was up with this OIO? He seemed completely unfamiliar, but didn’t have to wait long before his phone rang.
The call was from Smith’s superior, who directly said a few words to him.
Could it really be true?
Perhaps.
But he wouldn’t mistake his superior’s voice, and he indeed felt somewhat powerless as this group was beyond what he, as a police chief, could handle.
Another half hour passed.
A person was brought before Smith.
"You are Director Smith!"
"And you are?"
"OIO special operation member, we just spoke on the phone. You can call me Shire. These are the related documents."
Smith looked at Shire in front of him, dressed impeccably in a suit, blonde and blue-eyed, very much with the demeanor of a Prussian man, glanced down at the documents.
"How do you plan to handle this matter?"
"I have been sent to act as a negotiator to enter the hotel and negotiate with the criminals. I also have certain authorizations, but specific details need to be discussed after entering."
"You’re going in?"
"Of course."
Shire had an expression of it being the most natural thing: "The hostages in the hotel are scientists and expert scholars from various countries, their value can’t be measured by money. Moreover, we’re under immense pressure. All countries are exerting pressure. We must resolve this swiftly."
"Director Smith, I don’t have time to linger here with you. Please have your men step aside. I need to meet the criminals."
Smith looked at the serious-faced Shire and believed him. After all, there was a group of lunatics in the hotel. Who would risk their life going in?
"Alright, I’ll leave it to you."
"I’ll do my best."
After saying this, Shire straightened his clothes, and Smith picked up a megaphone to shout into the hotel.
Shire then walked alone through the police line towards the hotel entrance.
A side door of the hotel opened, Shire walked inside, and was immediately held at gunpoint by the criminals. Meanwhile, two criminals stepped forward to search Li Feng from head to toe.
"You’re here to negotiate?"
"We don’t need to negotiate. Just fulfill our demands. There’s no room for discussion."
Shire’s gaze swept over the masked individuals whose faces couldn’t be distinguished, finally landing on the leader of the criminals.
Li Feng was Shire, but Li Feng used a false mask to disguise himself as a blonde, blue-eyed white man. This Shire wasn’t fake either; he was a real person.
Even if Smith investigated, he’d find this person. As for OIO, this organization existed but wasn’t a Southern Federation security department, merely an ordinary investigation agency.
As for the documents and the phone call, it was simple; just hack into the telecom company.
In a short time, Li Feng couldn’t do everything perfectly, but deceiving Smith temporarily was enough. Li Feng’s goal was just to get into the hotel.
"We can release your people in accordance with your ultimatum and even prepare enough ransom for you, but we need some sincerity from you as well."
"What if we fulfill your demands and you kill the hostages and perish with them, wouldn’t we suffer a loss?"
"You want sincerity."
A criminal sneered repeatedly, suddenly stepping forward to kick towards Li Feng’s chest.
Li Feng sidestepped, grasped the other’s lower leg, and retreated, causing the criminal to do a full split, painfully stretched.
The surrounding criminals immediately raised their weapons aimed at Li Feng.
"Do you want to die."
Li Feng curled his lips at the criminal leader opposite, suddenly tearing off the disguise on his face. The criminals in front were instantly shocked to see the face behind the mask.
"Miss, Miss!"
The criminal leader was utterly astonished to discover that the negotiator was actually the eldest daughter of the Issa family.
"How could you personally come in, and this...!" The criminal leader was at a complete loss.