Chapter 167 In Silence

Chapter 167 In Silence

Chapter 167 In Silence
The blood keeps flowing.

It really hurts, and I'm really starting to feel weak, but the bleeding hasn't been long, so I don't feel like I can't even hold the keys.

But it’s really tiring to keep pressing the unlock button with my thumb, and I feel like I can’t hold it anymore.

Feng Biao quietly put the hand holding the remote control under the table and released his thumb.

Just relax, it's okay as long as the Sandman can't see it.

He is probably dead this time. Anyway, Feng Biao really can't think of how Gao Yi can save him.

From any perspective, Shaman has a hundred reasons to kill Feng Biao, and then spend a lot of money to cause trouble for Gao Yi. After all, when he becomes too rich, he doesn't have to do anything himself to vent his anger.

Even if you're still angry, you can just send people from the National Intelligence Agency to search for the Sky Garden all over the world.

So Feng Biao sincerely hoped that he could die peacefully rather than being tortured by Shaman while alive.

Feng Biao knew too well how miserable the fate of the prisoners was. He had seen it, heard about it, and even tortured the prisoners himself. So, for this reason, he had to blast Shaman out first and then find an opportunity to end his own life decisively.

In fact, Shaman was also muttering in his heart.

Fabric bomb? I've never heard of it. Besides, his National Intelligence Agency's detection methods are very advanced and his men are also very vigilant. How could someone bring a bomb in?
No, if there really was a bomb, it would have been prepared long ago. But the way the two people just now let each other go first didn't seem like it was planned.

That means there is a fraud?
The problem is that if there is no bomb, it will be a false alarm, but if there is a bomb, then you will die.

It's not any other result but death.

It's okay to test or gamble with other people's lives, but it's really hard to bring yourself to gamble with your own life.

Or should we try it again?
Shaman had made up his mind when someone started knocking on the door.

Just now, Shaman gave orders by shouting through the door. Now someone wants to come in, but no one knows what he wants to do.

Shaman looked at Feng Biao.

He is brave and not afraid of death, but since he has been forced to bow his head, he must listen to Feng Biao's orders obediently. Otherwise, if Feng Biao can't help himself and lets go of his hand, Shaman would die unjustly.

Feng Biao shook his head, so Shaman didn't dare to let his men in. He just shouted, "What are you doing?"

"Your Highness, I have an important emergency to report."

The subordinates outside also knew what was going on inside, so they didn't dare to push the door open, nor did they dare to force their way in. They could only speak in a negotiating tone.

Feng Biao nodded and said, "Let him open the door but don't let him in. Let's talk at the door."

Shaman shouted, "Open the door, don't come in."

The door opened and a man poked his head in. He didn't even dare to walk in. He just stood there with an embarrassed look on his face, hesitating but not daring to say anything.

Feng Biao didn't say anything, and Shaman, who was already furious, shouted, "Speak!"

"The deputy director... was arrested."

The subordinate almost cried when he spoke.

Shaman was stunned when he heard it. First he felt cold all over, and then he was filled with fear from the bottom of his heart.

Something bad has happened. Haled's group has launched a counterattack and his confidant has been captured. This is going to be a disaster.

Shaman swallowed hard and asked, "How did you get caught? Who did it?"

"It's them..."

After carefully looking at Feng Biao, the subordinate who stayed at the door whispered, "It was that... Chinese guy. He suddenly knocked the deputy director unconscious and took him on the plane. The people at the airport didn't dare to intercept him. At that time, I was talking to the deputy director, passing on your order, and then that person said..."

"This is hostage-taking! Not being arrested! What are you talking about!"

Shaman was almost mad with anger, but now, in addition to being angry, he also felt a sense of relief.

Abdullah, it’s okay to be held hostage by these killers, as long as you are not caught by other powerful departments.

After I felt relaxed, I felt like my brain was going to explode. I was so angry.

He is incapable of doing anything and always causes trouble. He is an incompetent waste. It would be better if he died. Shaman would rather let Abdullah die quickly.

If Abdullah didn't die, he would have to die when he came back. Shaman wanted to kill him a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times in different ways.

The subordinate whispered, "That man said that he took the deputy director away. You must send him back safely, otherwise he will knock the deputy director's mouth open. He said that if you send him back, he will replace the deputy director."

Shaman's ease just now disappeared.

Something bad has happened. Something very bad has happened.

Abdullah could die a thousand times, but he absolutely could not be arrested and interrogated to find out what he shouldn't have said.

Everyone does shameful things, but they cannot speak shamefully. Once Abdullah's mouth is pried open and he says something he shouldn't, then Salman will be finished.

Shaman really thought that this group of daring killers would threaten him with Abdullah's life, but he didn't expect that the other party would directly threaten him with the value of Abdullah's intelligence.

Abdullah's life is worthless, but his intelligence is as valuable as a gold mine, no, a gold mountain. If Khaled and his gang get Abdullah, his throne will really be gone.

Shaman looked at Feng Biao, and then he found that Feng Biao seemed more surprised than him.

The two hostages stared at each other.

Then, Feng Biao suddenly asked, "Is this okay?"

Shaman thought that this would really work.

Shaman sighed softly, then he looked at Feng Biao's leg. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Otherwise, stop the bleeding."

He is a tyrant, ruthless, meticulous, and bold, daring to be the first in the world. This is Shaman. Shaman is definitely not a fool, but the reason why he was caught and fell into the current dilemma is because six people failed to protect him from a man with bare hands.

Just because of this, he was helpless until he was 100% sure that the bomb was fake.

Not to mention the probability of one in ten or one in a hundred, just in case, even if it is one in ten thousand, Shaman doesn't want to gamble.

The key is not to gamble. There is no need to gamble, so why gamble?
If Shaman is given time, he believes that he will become a great leader.

So, Shaman decided to end this ridiculous crisis in the safest way.

Feng Biao heard everything.

So Feng Biao nodded subconsciously, and then he whispered: "I'll wait for the boss to land."

Feng Biao threatened Shaman with his own death, but he couldn't die now, and Shaman didn't dare to let him die.

Shaman pointed at Feng Biao and said seriously, "Call your boss and tell him that if he dares to give...dare to give Abdullah to others, I will kill them at all costs!"

Feng Biao twitched his lips, and then he whispered, "Don't threaten us now. We won't buy it. I'll call the boss. Don't get excited. We don't want to become your mortal enemy, so we won't do anything extreme."

It's time for Feng Biao to comfort Shaman again.

Without waiting for Feng Biao to call, Gao Yi called first.

"Brother Feng, we are taking off. Please turn on the speakerphone now so that others can hear us."

Feng Biao turned on the speakerphone.

Gao Yi said loudly in English on the phone: "I'll say a few words while there's still signal. Abdullah is in my hands. If you die, I'll let him take many people with you to be buried with you. I'll give Abdullah to someone who's interested in him, such as the CIA, or Khaled's brothers and friends. I think the intelligence Abdullah knows is worth some money, and then the money will be given to you as a pension."

Feng Biao said cheerfully: "No, no, brothers, just divide the money, I have earned enough money."

Sandman said angrily, "Enough! Let me talk to him!"

Shaman no longer cared about the bomb. He walked up to Feng Biao, stretched out his hand and snatched Feng Biao's phone. Then he whispered, "Hello!"

"Hello, Your Highness."

"You've pissed me off, but even though I'm angry, I'm still rational. Let's make a deal. I'll return your people to you, and you'll send Abdullah back. Let's put an end to this matter."

Gao Yi said without hesitation: "Of course I hope so, but how do I know you will keep your promise?"

"I……"

Looking at Feng Biao, Shaman suddenly said: "I don't have time to waste on small people like you. As long as you promise that Khaled will stay abroad forever, I can promise not to kill any of you, but if he causes trouble abroad or tries to come back, I will kill all of you!

Gao Yi was still hesitating.

At this time Feng Biao said: "Let me say a few words to the boss."

Shaman returned the phone to Feng Biao.

Feng Biao took a breath and then said seriously: "Boss, His Royal Highness the Prince is a warrior. He is really not afraid of death. No matter how I threatened him, I pointed a gun at his head, but His Royal Highness the Prince refused to compromise. He even refused to say a soft word. I really couldn't scare him."

It is the truth. The truth is not flattery. It is the truth from the heart. It is the innermost emotion of a person who is determined to die. It is sincerity.

Feng Biao continued in a serious tone, "His Royal Highness is not afraid of death, but he is worried about the safety of his subordinates. Boss, His Royal Highness is so tough that I despair. I really thought I was dead, but in order to save his subordinates, His Royal Highness is willing to compromise with small people like us, small people like us. What does this mean?"

Shaman's expression looked much better. When he looked at Feng Biao, there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and then admiration, undisguised admiration.

Gao Yi also cooperated and asked: "What does it mean?"

"This shows that His Royal Highness is trustworthy. I believe his words are synonymous with credibility. What he says must be true. I guarantee with my own personality and life that His Royal Highness is a true warrior, and a true warrior will never lie!"

Finished filming.

Too much is as bad as too little. Feng Biao handed the phone to Shaman with a serious face.

When Shaman answered the phone, he was much gentler. He had never been so gentle to his own woman.

Looking directly into Feng Biao's eyes, Shaman took the phone and said in a deep voice, "It's me."

Gao Yi sighed and said, "I definitely believe what my brother says! If he says you are a warrior, then you must be a warrior. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I caused you a lot of trouble tonight. I sincerely apologize to you."

Shaman was silent for a long time, and then he finally said: "I forgive you, well, I still admire you and you all."

Gao Yi whispered, "I will release him once the plane lands. Do you want Abdullah to go back by himself, or do you want someone to pick him up?"

Shaman said without hesitation: "I will send someone to pick him up. Please take good care of him. Also, I will release him now. Your brother can leave now. Leave immediately. I will send a plane to take him there."

This time, it was Gao Yi who remained silent for a long time. Then, he finally said with a convinced tone, "Your Highness really is... If you don't become the king, who else can be the king of this country? I know why Khaled and the others failed. Don't worry, I promise you that he will never cause you any trouble again!"

Shaman said dignifiedly and calmly, "I believe you are also a warrior. The performance of you and your men has proved it well. I accept your apology and promise not to pursue the matter further. That's it."

The person in a higher position must take the initiative to hang up the phone.

After finishing speaking, Shaman threw the phone in front of Feng Biao. He exhaled and suddenly shouted, "Come here, get a doctor, take him down to treat his injuries."

The people outside all looked happy.

The call was loud enough for people in the hallway to hear.

Even the assassins were impressed by the personal charm of His Royal Highness the Prince. Everything that happened tonight was no longer a scandal but a good story.

Shaman looked at Feng Biao, who had a serious face and was not afraid at all, and suddenly said, "You can go now. I will send you away after your injury is treated. In addition, I admire you very much. If you want to change jobs, you can come to me."

(End of this chapter)