"Report, this is the layout of the hotel."
Qi Taiguo took the layout handed over by the soldier and spread it open, examining it carefully under the light, a pen in his hand pointing and sketching.
"Recon team ready, confirm personnel positions."
"Yes!"
"Sniper team ready."
"Yes."
Suddenly, a terrifying scream echoed, and Qi Taiguo looked over to see the burning on the third floor had lted through the awning outside.
No way, we must rescue the hostages imdiately, or the smoke will rush downstairs, and everyone will be gone.
"Assault team ready, follow my command!"
"Yes!"
Qi Taiguo pressed his lips together, listening to the recon report, and setting up assault points and optimal sniper positions.
At this mont, he had forgotten personal grievances, his mind focused solely on protecting national property, fighting cri, and safely rescuing the hostages.
This was his duty as a soldier!
Inside the hotel, Chiang Qing sat on the floor with everyone, legs pulled up, expressions terrified, faces pale.
She never thought she would be so unlucky to encounter such separatists. She was still so young, hadn’t had the chance to do anything, she couldn’t die like this.
Suddenly, a loudspeaker from outside started shouting. That voice!
Chiang Qing’s eyes brightened imdiately, she stood up instinctively, was it him, was it really him?
"What are you doing, squat down."
Before Chiang Qing could fully stand up, a powerful force struck her, knocking her to the ground.
Chiang Qing only felt pain in her stomach, looked over in terror, and saw the separatist with face paint glaring viciously at her, pointing a gun.
The black muzzle, like a fierce beast, wanted to devour her.
Chiang Qing’s face paled, she kept sliding backward, not daring to et his eyes, wishing to hide herself away.
"Xiao Chiang, co over here." Secretary Gao called.
Chiang Qing looked over, his expression was equally poor, even a little ashen, and she moved over to them.
Outside, Qi Taiguo’s voice was still ringing out, speaking about surrender and such.
Chiang Qing’s eyes sparkled, the corners of her lips slightly curled up, Qi Taiguo, she never expected it to be him here.
Would he rescue her?
No matter what, he has to save her, Chiang Qing thought.
"Secretary, what do you want to do?"
A terrified voice brought Chiang Qing’s mind back, as the separatist dragged Secretary Gao out.
Secretary Gao was dragged a few steps, his face turning even more ashen, one hand clutching his stomach.
"Stop it!" Chiang Qing crawled forward on her knees to stop the man.
"Secretary." Others ca forward too, Secretary Gao’s face trembled, his lips turned pale.
"Secretary, you..." The secretary’s expression changed dramatically.
Secretary Gao groaned slightly, nodding: "The needle..."
The secretary almost cried: "The insulin, it’s on the third floor."
"What?" Chiang Qing was taken aback.
"The secretary has diabetes, needs insulin daily, but our luggage is on the third floor," the accompanying secretary said.
Chiang Qing was stunned, so he had this illness too.
"Get out of the way!" The separatist didn’t care, knowing this was a high-ranking official, the most valuable exchange for his captured brothers.
"Let him go, he’s ill, severe diabetes, not getting his shot could kill him. Let soone bring the dicine, if you need a hostage, take instead." Chiang Qing stood up, not sure what was driving her.
Secretary Gao half-opened his eyes, looking at her: "Xiao Chiang..."
"My dad is the Commander, the people outside will definitely agree to your demands!" Chiang Qing didn’t look at him, her eyes flickering, Qi Taiguo, I want you to co save personally.
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