If you just chose black, Wen Yiqian could order to do some stupid things and surrender easily.

But if he does that, he will definitely be chased by Fang Yu the most crazy one.

Even if he didn't die at Fang Yu's hands, these messy things would be difficult to explain clearly no matter what.

No one would believe that Fang Yu has done so much just to compete with Wen Yiqian.

In the end, I'm afraid I'll have to walk into the cell, and I might even be pulled by Fang Yu and exploded, and I couldn't wash it even if I jumped into the Yellow River.

It basically means sacrificing yourself and saving everyone.

If you think about it carefully, Wen Yiqian thinks he is not so great yet.

Even if you choose black at that time, it may not be much better.

After thinking a lot in a mess, Wen Yiqian felt a mess in his mind.

When he thought that if he made a wrong decision, many innocent people might be killed by him, he didn't even have the courage to make suggestions.

Looking at the director and Li Weiguo who looked more and more impatient, one sentence left and one sentence right, Wen Yiqian knew there was nothing he could do.

If there were any other ways, he didn't really want to start the performance.

In such an occasion, once you accidentally go crazy, Wen Yiqian will basically be finished.

However, time waits for no one, and now he has no choice.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yiqian slowly closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my head that had been lowering was slightly raised.

That is the process of transforming from inferiority to self-confidence.

"I have a way." He walked out of the RV, stretched, rubbed his eyes, and yawned, as if he had just woken up.

"What's the solution?"

Li Weiguo and the director asked almost at the same time.

Wen Yiqian didn't say anything and slowly tidied up his suit.

To receive the award today, he also specially wore a black suit.

Things like suits depend on temperament too much.

Some people wear it like a young man who is so beautiful about the earthy, while others wear it so handsome that it is explosive.

Wen Yiqian, who was too inferior and timid, always bowed his head and hunched his back, had a very bad attitude and a funny smell.

Now, he raised his chest and raised his head, his eyes full of confidence, and his whole temperament changed, exuding a strange charm.

"You should tell me quickly, what's the solution? I'm almost out of time."

Seeing that Wen Yiqian was not speaking for a long time, Li Weiguo asked impatiently.

"Yes, Xiao Wen, if you have a solution, just say it. Let's brainstorm and discuss it together, don't be embarrassed." The director echoed.

"It's very simple..." Wen Yiqian turned around, looked at the two of them, and smiled, "Just follow my command!"

...

In the bank, more than a dozen hostages were tied up and sat on the ground in panic, with more or less fear on their faces.

Among these people, men, women, young and old, but without exception, they are all very quiet.

The source of silence comes from a strong man with a pale face pierced by a bullet.

Because no one wants to end up like this guy.

There are four robbers, each wearing a different mask and holding a gun.

They are monks wearing Tang Monk's mask, monkeys wearing Wukong's mask, pig heads wearing Bajie's mask, and Xiaobai wearing white horse mask.

The monkey held the hostages and Xiaobai sat quietly on the chair beside him, staring blankly as time passed on his watch.

The monk stood beside him, looking at the phone in his hand, and tapping on the screen from time to time, as if he was contacting someone.

The one who just called the police was Zhutou. After hanging up the phone, he made a gesture of ok to several people and said carelessly: "Do it!"

"What if the police chief refuses to come in five minutes?" the monkey turned his head and asked.

"It's okay." The monk said without raising his head and said indifferently, "Anyway, there are many hostages, so if he doesn't come in, he will kill him until he comes in."

His tone was very plain, but it made all the hostages present shudder.

"If he doesn't come in, he will lose his official position at most." The monkey shook his head, "If he comes in, he may die."

He pointed the gun at one of the hostages, "How do you choose?"

"I...I...I..." The hostage trembled for a long time, unable to say what was going on.

"It's really hard to say about this kind of thing." Zhutou smiled, "Anyway, if it's me, I'll definitely not come in and die."

"Then what are you doing now?" the monkey asked back.

Several people fell into silence for a moment, and the entire bank was silent.

"There is no signal!" The monk who looked down at his phone suddenly frowned and looked around, "They blocked the signal!"

"If this happens, how can we contact that person?" Zhutou's tone became a little anxious, as if he had lost his backbone.

"How about we kill a few hostages and tell them not to do these small moves?" The monkey made a bloody suggestion.

"Super discussion." Zhutou raised his hand to agree.

The monk neither nodded nor shook his head. He looked at Xiaobai who was sitting next to him and said nothing: "Xiaobai, what do you think?"

Xiaobai looked at the watch and nodded.

"Since that's the case, then kill one first to kill the chicken to warn the monkey." The monk's voice remained calm, "Monkey, come on."

A riot immediately began among the hostages, and everyone was crying and begging for mercy.

"Okay." The monkey pointed the gun at the hostage excitedly, "So...who should I choose?"

His muzzle kept shaking left and right, as if he was extremely happy with the sound of hostage screaming, "Well... choose an ugly one!"

He aimed at one of the men at the gun, and he shouted, "It's you, don't look at it, it's you, you are the ugliest, be quick, get out."

"It's not my fault to be ugly." The man hurriedly shrank back and kept crying.

But the others only regarded him as a plague god, for fear of being infected, so they took the initiative to distance themselves.

"I won't come out, right?" the monkey said angrily, "Then I will kill you directly."

After saying that, he actually started to raise his gun and aim at it, as if he could shoot at any time.

This scared the hostages and screamed and tried to disperse, but the man tried to cage others.

"Don't move, don't move..." The monkey kept aiming, with a little joy in his voice.

"Stop playing, hurry up." The monk urged.

"Okay." The monkey jumped directly, jumped into the middle of the hostage, and pressed the man's forehead with his finger on the trigger, "Now, you can't escape, right?"

"Give me aside, let me go! Please..."

The man's expression collapsed, and a light yellow liquid flowed out from under him.

At this critical moment, a loudspeaker suddenly came from outside the bank.
Chapter completed!