Chapter 852 Hancheng Strategy (6)
It's better that Clay can't understand Korean, but Jack has a black look on his face, feeling that he has overestimated the lower limit of these guys.
"We are in a hurry to get to the subway station in front. It looks like you need a little help." Jack was too lazy to pay attention to these funny people and directly explained his purpose.
"Ah, no, no, no, it's just a small matter, we can handle it." Although the horse-faced squad leader was a head shorter than the two of them, he still tried to hold his chest up and acted as if nothing had happened.
As soon as he turned around, he shouted to several subordinates, "Where is Xidao? Have you called him?"
"I called more than a dozen times, but he didn't answer." A criminal policeman replied with a grimace.
"Axiba." The horse-faced squad leader turned around half a circle with his hands on his hips. He looked hesitantly at the psycho who was still standing in front of the store holding a knife and waving it around, and then looked at him with a smile. The two foreign policemen gritted their teeth and moved forward with a slight hesitation.
"Hey, squad leader, be careful."
Three loyal subordinates quickly stepped forward to protect their boss, but when they saw so many people trying to get close to them, the mentally ill man grabbed them The sundries rack at the entrance of the store was thrown towards them.
“Don’t come over!”
"Put down the knife, you brat!"
Seeing that the bunch of losers were scared back, Clay impatiently rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward, but was pulled back by Jack. Stop and nuzzle to the side towards him.
A man with an extremely rugged figure and appearance was squeezing through the crowd of onlookers and walking quickly towards here. Although he was wearing a valuable blue suit and his short hair was barely styled,
But with that voluptuous face and the tendons that can't be hidden, he looks like a gangster, and he is quite capable of fighting.
"Do you know him?" Clay was a little confused.
"I don't know him." Jack held back a smile and shook his head. He had indeed never seen her before in this life, but he was relatively familiar with her in his previous life.
Isn’t this the last man in South Korea, the ancient Greek god in charge of big dicks, Ma Dong-seok, the god of toilet war who said “A level A comes with critical hits and stuns”.
"Brother, you are here." A clever detective just turned around and saw the strong man and bowed respectfully at 90 degrees.
"What happened?" Ma Dongxi is actually quite tall, close to 180cm, but his horizontally growing body looks like a large gasoline barrel.
"Ah, you are finally here. What are you doing? Is it another blind date once a week?" The horse-faced monitor looked relieved.
The two lumps of fat on Ma Dongxi's cheeks trembled, and he scratched his head subconsciously. A look of innocence suddenly appeared on his fat face that was originally full of fierceness.
“Well, I went, and a prosecutor from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs told me that I had to dress up to receive a few foreign guests. As a result, I waited in vain for a long time at the subway station.”
"Hey! Brother, you have become prosperous after being promoted to the wide area search team. You can also receive foreign guests."
"Brother, are you that blond and blue-eyed with big waves?"
"Brother, please help the younger generation to gain knowledge!"
The originally well-done hairstyle on Ma Dongxi's head has been completely messed up by himself. He pushed away the group of juniors who were cheering around him slightly irritably. He looked at the two speechless FBI's with doubts in their eyes. and uncertainty.
“Are you the Team Leader Ma on the phone?” Jack smiled and stretched out his hand, introducing himself to Clay and himself again, “Sorry, because the road is blocked, so we Didn't arrive in time."
"Aha, you don't have to be so polite. I'm Ma Xidao. I didn't expect that your Korean is so good. This is not your problem. I will solve it right away."
After speaking, Ma Dongxi, uh, this place should be called Ma Xidao, slapped the boy closest to him on the back of the head angrily, pointed at the mental patient at the door of the convenience store and asked, "What on earth is going on with that guy?" "Xiaoxin, who claims to be Yeongdeungpo, is a lunatic. He just escaped from a mental hospital. There are two hostages in the store, the shop owner's aunt and her college student daughter."
When the younger brother saw Ma Xidao, he seemed to have a backbone and looked eager to try, "Brother, how about we go together."
Jack and Clay also took a step forward, "We can also Help."
"Hey, no, no, how can we let the foreign guests do it themselves? I think we should call the SWAT team. It's too dangerous. God knows what this madman can do."
The horse-faced squad leader had a nervous look on his face. He was still mumbling alone, but was dismissed as nothing.
"Yeah, you guys." Seeing everyone moving separately, he wasn't angry at all. He just stood there nervously and whispered, "Hey, remember to be gentle when you strike. There are all onlookers around, so be careful. Influence! ”
"Help my guys attract that bastard's attention, and I'll go in through the back door." Ma Xidao spoke fluent English. With just one sentence, his seemingly bloated figure disappeared into the small shop behind the convenience store with extremely flexible movements. Alley.
Jack and Clay both stand out in Korea in terms of height and body shape. In addition, they are dressed in white shirts and black suits, and they have European and American looks. As soon as they appear in front of the convenience store, they attract knife-wielding madmen. Notice.
"Are you foreigners? Huh?" The mental patient waved the knife to stop the two from getting closer. He retreated into the store while mumbling Axiba.
"Black super police or something? Where are your sunglasses? I am a gangster, I am not afraid of you! You guys! Do you know how tiring my life is? My mother is from Shuntian, she I can’t even cook!”
Ah, what is this? Jack's Korean was improved purely by relying on system skills before departure. A pure accent seems to be quite bluffing, but language also requires accumulation, and the system that understands folk slang and the like is powerless.
Fortunately, this country doesn't have many things of its own. Occasionally you hear a proverb or something, and you can understand it with a little thought, such as chanting sutras into the ears of cows.
It’s just that these crazy words are powerless, and Clay can’t understand them at all. The two of them just looked at each other coldly, and slowly approached step by step. Their strong aura even shocked them. The mental patient scared him so much that he stepped back.
"It seems like he still has some sense." Jack complained to Clay calmly, his eyes wandering around the door of the convenience store, but unfortunately there was not even a broom nearby.
Is it really necessary to stage a show of grabbing the sword with bare hands? It wasn't that he was worried about getting hurt, but just to maintain the FBI's external image. Both he and Clay were dressed well today. They only brought one set of high-end suits when they went out. It would be a pity if they got scratched.
The two of them swaggered to the entrance of the convenience store. The mentally ill patient had completely retreated into the store. Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, a sudden rumble in the store attracted everyone's attention.
"Axiba." Ma Xidao, who had planned to sneak in through the small warehouse through the back door, was stunned on the spot. He could only loosen his grip on the shelves, and all the instant noodles and snacks on them were scattered on the floor.
"Axiba, brother, you really are." A young detective who was cautiously leaning next to the two FBIs, not sure whether to protect them or to be emboldened by the crowd, suddenly felt like he had found one. At the opportunity, he swooped forward and tried to pounce on the mental patient who turned his back to them.
As a result, as soon as his body flew halfway, Jack grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. Almost at the same time, a sword flashed past the tip of his nose.
"Stand back, stay away from me, do you all want to die? I'm going to kill you all!" The madman reacted very quickly, and when he turned around, the sharp knife in his hand almost disfigured the criminal policeman.
"Let your elder brother handle it." Jack patted his shoulder and pushed the shocked detective boy behind him. Ma Xidao, who was discovered on the other side, didn't bother to write ink, and swaggered towards him and used the knife again. Pointing at one's own madness.
"Hey, Xiaoxin, let's chat."
"What do you want to do?" The madman raised the sharp knife in his right hand high and kept swinging at Ma Xidao, trying to prevent this sturdy guy from approaching. Own.
"This is the first time we met. Let's just chat casually and put down the knife. It's too dangerous to play like this. Be obedient, huh?" Ma Xidao kept walking, even faster and faster, directly forcing the madman in corner.
“Ah!” The madman who had no retreat roared and rushed towards Ma Xidao with a knife.
"I told you to put the fucking knife down." Ma Xidao muttered, sideways and nimbly dodged the sharp knife thrust at him, grabbed the madman's wrist, twisted his waist and turned around, a beautiful big The windmill smashed him into the nearby shelf.
(End of this chapter)