Chapter 56 Fermentation “Look, someone is coming out again.” Vicente put down the telescope and said to everyone. Berlondo grabbed the telescope and looked at the crowd staggering out of the hotel. He was a little confused as to what was going on. Was it the robbers who were releasing the hostages? Soon, he saw an acquaintance, a big British businessman, who was covering his arm with blood on his sleeves. “Hurry, hurry up and pick up Mr. Hansal.” Bailondu ordered Major Vicente loudly. Hansal had a close relationship with a certain count. Major Vicente personally led a team of people to pick up the injured hostages. Consuls from various countries expressed condolences to the citizens of their countries and inquired about what was going on inside. Brondo couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Hansal, who are those robbers, and why should they let you go?" Hansal's face was full of fatigue and shock: "The people inside call themselves the Northeastern Republican Army. They hijacked the Six Nations Hotel in order to express certain political opinions to the world. They are really a bunch of lunatics." But then he shook his head: "But I have to say that they are some madmen with gentlemanly demeanor. The women and children have been properly arranged, and we injured hostages have also been released." Bailongdu frowned. The name seemed a bit familiar. Where had he heard it before? But now was not the time to recall it. He quickly asked the consulate staff to send the injured hostages to the hospital.
Japanese Consul Toyama Nakaharu came over at this time: "Mr. Hansal, why are there no Japanese nationals here? Are there no Japanese nationals injured?" Hansal, who was about to get in the car, was furious and grabbed Toyama Nakaji by the collar with his good arm: "Damn Japanese dwarfs, if it weren't for the good things you did in the Northeast, those lunatics wouldn't have done this." Takamura Kosuke saw the consul being attacked and quickly pulled out his pistol. The British soldier also raised his Lee Enfield when he saw a British Empire citizen in danger. The scene was out of control. "Put down the gun! Mr. Hansal, please let go of the Japanese consul immediately." Bailondu didn't know why Hansal was so crazy that he openly attacked a diplomat. This was a political incident. If the relationship between the two countries was tense due to Hansal's actions, Bailongdu would be directly responsible. Even if Hansal had a good relationship with the count, such behavior would never be allowed. Hearing this, Han Sal hesitated for a moment, let go of Toyama Nakaji, and spat at him: "You cold-blooded executioners, I will let the whole world know what you have done." The rest of the injured hostages also stared at Toyama Nakaji with hatred, and handed leaflets to the surrounding crowds, including foreigners and Chinese. Everyone took it and read it with confusion, and then goosebumps appeared. One after another of inhumane massacres and scenes of horrific tragedies happened on this land. “God, what did these Japanese dwarfs do? Kill women and children. Is this true?” “Little Japan, get out of the Northeast!” The leaflets were passed among the crowd, and the crowd was excited for a while. Toyama Nakaharu didn't know what happened, and looked confused. Aren't we all victims? After reading it from beginning to end, Bai Longdu frowned and handed the leaflet to Toyama Nakaji. The British Empire also did massacres. It should be said that they often did it, but the Japanese had no sense of confidentiality at all. After reading the note, Nakaji Toyama felt that his head was about to explode. This was going to happen. Why did those **** from the Kwantung Army do such a thing? Why didn't they keep it secret after they did it? Some people in the crowd left quietly. There were intelligence forces from all parties and ordinary people. They quickly spread the explosive news to all directions. At the Peking Evening News, a reporter received a call and ran to the editor-in-chief's office as fast as he could. The news on the phone just now was too shocking. He couldn't decide whether to report it or not. “Editor-in-chief, the Japanese are massacred in the Northeast, and the Six Nations Hotel has been hijacked by a group of robbers!” Opening the door, the reporter ignored the editor-in-chief, who was learning foreign languages from his secretary, and broke a shocking news. "What! Send someone to the scene quickly!" The editor-in-chief pushed the female secretary away. Big news is big business, and women are nothing in front of big business. This scene not only appeared in major newspapers in Peking, but also sent reporters to the Liuguo Hotel in Peking through telegrams from newspapers in Tianjin, Shanghai, and Jinling. More than that, some of the injured hostages faithfully contacted major foreign newspapers and told them what happened at the Six Nations Hotel. For a time, countless radio waves shuttled over Peiping.
After talking to the injured hostages, the British Consul Bailondu immediately reported to the Ambassador to China, Northeastern Republican Army, he remembered why he felt familiar! Didn’t those **** Irish pariahs form an Irish Republican Army? Is there any connection between the two? Are these two names just a coincidence? The noise and chaos outside had nothing to do with the people in the Liuguo Hotel. After the injured hostages were taken away, the hostages' emotions became more stable without the pain and the smell of blood. Moreover, didn't the masked man say that they just suffered an unreasonable disaster? Looking at their actions of releasing the hostages, they are indeed righteous bandits full of gentlemanly demeanor. Suddenly, the hostage's stomach kept rumbling. This was a bit embarrassing. I was too nervous just now to notice it. Now that my life is no longer in danger, I immediately feel hungry. The masked man patted his head and performed a knight's salute: "I'm really sorry that I forgot to prepare food for everyone, but now we have a problem. We need too many dinners and not enough chefs. Can anyone tell me what to do? Someone among the hostages shouted: "The hotel chef and waiter are also here, can you let them prepare dinner for us, after all, we are guests." The hotel staff are not happy. In the past, forget it. Now everyone has half a life left. Why should you let us serve you? The worst is, I will join the robbers. The masked man raised his finger and shook his head: "No, no, no, you are all my hostages now, and you are equal in status. There is no natural servant, and there is no natural noble. Everyone is born equal." The hotel staff looked at the masked man gratefully. Mr. robber was still considerate and respected them. “Perhaps we should do it ourselves. After all, we come from all over the world. Isn’t it a pleasure to taste food from all over the world?” the masked man suggested. So, the hotel was peaceful, and the hostages were happily preparing dinner. You would make Provence steak, I would make Waldorf salad, and he would make looking up at the stars (crossed out). The men in black didn't care about these fake cooks. As long as they didn't run away, they could do whatever they wanted. Zhang Jingyao also mingled with the people preparing dinner and sneakily stole a kitchen knife. All this was seen by the man in black, but the masked man did not speak, so everyone pretended not to see it. However, a hotel waiter secretly reported the incident. He did not want the kind-hearted robbers to be harmed. Soon, special dishes from all over the world were served one after another, including red wine from France, British whiskey, German beer, and Chinese liquor. Not to mention the hotel staff, even some guests have never had such sumptuous food and wine. After all, not all people living in the hotel are rich. Several small tables were combined into several long dining tables. The masked man sat on them and held up a glass of red wine. He tapped the wine glass with his fork and said, "To get together." After experiencing so many things, the hostages were no longer afraid to communicate with the robbers, and they all picked up their glasses and said, "To get together." After being frightened for so long, many people suddenly felt hungry when they saw the food and wolfed it down without caring about manners and etiquette. I have to say that many of the hostages’ cooking skills are mediocre, but the authentic flavor still makes everyone happy. Hase Ryosuke was not given special treatment, but no one wanted to sit next to him. Even the Japanese hostages were afraid of being implicated by him and sat far away. Eating mechanically, Hase Ryosuke thought about how to survive. He is a noble millionaire, not the lowly postcards outside the door. Thinking about it, Ryosuke Hase felt that the only choice was to sacrifice Zhang Jiyao. These Northeastern Republican Army must be interested in a traitor. Although he is a good partner, they can only feel sorry. Zhang Jingyao made eye contact with the bodyguards while eating. At this point, begging for mercy and escaping were no longer possible. The only way to survive was to kidnap a man in black. It would be better if the masked leader could be kidnapped. Zhang Jingyao believed that as long as the situation was chaotic, other hostages would take the opportunity to resist and he would have a chance to escape. The food was finished quickly. The hostages were drinking and thinking about things. The hall became quiet. The masked man also picked up a wine glass and slowly approached the hostages. "Everyone, we may have to be together for a while. For your safety, I will give you a few rules." The masked man's voice lingered in the hall. The hostages nodded in agreement. They believed that the robbers were quite trustworthy. Since they could guarantee that no one would be harmed, why not do it. “One, never run away, I believe no one can outrun a bullet. Two, if you have special needs, you can tell me, for example, ladies need something.”
The ladies all blushed when they heard this. The men also suddenly understood and laughed. As he spoke, the masked man walked up behind a man and put his hands on the back of his chair: "Three, don't try to attack my men. That would be bad, right, sir." Zhang Jingyao's back was covered with cold sweat, and he held the cutlery in his hands tightly, wondering why this **** robber told him this. Did he know anything? Fight! Zhang Jingyao was also a fierce man when he was young. He committed murder and fled to the Pingjin area, and then entered Beiyang. As the saying goes, the older you get, the less courageous you are, but your strong desire to survive makes him burst out with huge energy. (End of this chapter)