Chapter 852: Hancheng Strategy (VI)
It was better that Clay didn't understand Korean. Jack was very upset. He felt that he had overestimated the bottom line of these guys.
"We are in a hurry to go to the subway station in front. It seems that you need some help." Jack didn't bother to pay attention to these funny guys and directly explained his purpose.
"Ah, 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, he still tried to straighten his chest and forced himself to act as if nothing had happened.
He turned around and 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 police officer answered with a bitter face.
"Ashiba." The horse-faced squad leader turned half a circle on the spot with his hands on his waist, and looked at the mentally ill man who was still standing in front of the store with a knife and waving it randomly, and then looked at the two foreign policemen who smiled at him. Finally, he gritted his teeth and moved forward with a slightly hesitant step.
"Hey, squad leader, be careful."
Three loyal subordinates hurried forward to protect their boss, but the psychopath saw so many people trying to get close and grabbed the shelf at the door and threw it at them.
"Don't come over!"
"Put down the knife, you stinky boy!"
Seeing that a bunch of losers were scared back again, Clay rolled up his sleeves impatiently and was about to step forward, but was pulled by Jack, who pointed his mouth to the side at him.
A man with a very rough figure and appearance was squeezing through the crowd and walking quickly here. Although he was wearing a valuable blue suit and his short hair was barely blown into a hairstyle,
but the face full of fat and the tendon meat that could not be hidden, he looked like a gang thug, and he was quite good at fighting.
"Do you know him?" Clay was a little confused.
"No." Jack shook his head with a smile. He had never seen him in this life, but he was quite familiar with him in his previous life.
Isn't this the last man in Korea, the ancient Greek god in charge of the big cunt, Ma Dongxi, the toilet god of war who "has a critical hit and stun with a flat attack".
"Brother, you are here." A clever criminal police officer just turned around and saw the strong man and hurriedly bowed 90 degrees respectfully.
"What happened?" Ma Dongxi is actually not short, close to 180, but his horizontally growing body looks like a large gasoline barrel.
"Ah, you are finally here, what are you doing, another blind date once a week?" The horse-faced squad leader looked relieved.
The two lumps of fat on Ma Dongxi's cheeks shook, and he scratched his head subconsciously. The fat face that was originally fierce suddenly became a little more silly.
"Oh my god, a prosecutor from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs told me to receive some foreign guests, so I must dress up nicely. I ended up waiting in vain at the subway station for a long time."
"Hey! Brother, you have become rich after being promoted to the Wide Area Investigation Team, and you can even receive foreign guests."
"Brother, is it the kind of big curly blond hair with blue eyes?"
"Brother, please take the juniors to broaden their horizons!"
Ma Dongxi's hair, which was originally blow-dried, was completely messed up by himself. He pushed away the juniors who were surrounding him and making noises with a slightly irritable look. He looked at the two speechless FBIs on the side with doubts and uncertainty in his eyes.
"Are you the team leader Ma on the phone?" Jack smiled and took the initiative to extend his hand, and introduced himself to himself and Clay again, "Sorry, the road was blocked, so we couldn't get there in time."
"Aha, don't be so polite, I'm Ma Xidao, I didn't expect your Korean is so good, this is not your problem, I'll solve it right away."
After saying that, Ma Dongxi. Er, here should be called Ma Xidao, slapped the back of the head of the younger brother closest to him in annoyance, pointed at the mentally ill patient at the door of the convenience store and asked, "What's the matter with that guy?"
"Claiming to be Xiaoxin from Yeongdeungpo , is a lunatic who just escaped from a mental hospital. There are two hostages in the store, the owner's aunt and her college daughter. "
When the younger brother saw Ma Xidao, he immediately felt like he had a backbone, and acted like he was eager to try, "Brother, how about we go together?"
Jack and Clay also stepped forward, "We can also help."
"Hey, no, no, how can we let foreign guests do it themselves? I think we should call the SWAT team. It's too dangerous. God knows what this lunatic can do."
The horse-faced squad leader looked nervous, still mumbling there alone, but was directly ignored.
"Ah, you guys." Seeing that everyone was acting separately, he was not angry, but just stood there nervously and whispered, "Hey, remember to be gentle, there are onlookers around, pay attention to the impact!"
"Help my guys attract the attention of that bastard, I'll go in from the back door." Ma Xidao's English is quite fluent. After throwing a sentence, his seemingly bloated figure disappeared into the alley behind the convenience store with extremely flexible movements.
Jack and Clay stood out in Korea in terms of height and build. They were dressed in white shirts and black suits, and looked like Europeans. As soon as they appeared at the door of the convenience store, they attracted the attention of the knife-wielding madman.
"You foreigners? Huh?" The mentally ill man waved a knife to stop the two from getting closer, and retreated into the store while mumbling.
"Black Super Police or what? Where are your sunglasses? I am a gangster, I am not afraid of you! You bunch of bastards! Do you know how hard my life is? My mother is from Shuntian, and she can't even cook!"
Ah, what is this? Jack's Korean was improved purely by the system skills before he set out. His accent was pure and seemed to be quite intimidating, but language also requires accumulation. The system is powerless to understand folk slang.
Fortunately, this country doesn't have many things of its own. Occasionally, if you hear a proverb, you can understand it by thinking about it, such as chanting to a cow's ear.
But these are powerless against the nonsense of the madman, and Clay can't understand it at all. The two of them just looked at each other coldly, slowly approaching step by step. The strong aura even shocked the mental patient and frightened him back again and again.
"He looks a little rational." Jack complained to Clay calmly, his eyes wandering around the door of the convenience store, but unfortunately there was not even a broom next to it.
Is it really going to stage a bare-handed takeover? He is not worried about getting injured or anything, just to maintain the external image of the FBI. He and Clay are both dressed well today. When going out, they only bring one set of such high-end suits. It would be a pity if it was scratched.
The two men swaggered to the door of the convenience store. The mental patient had completely retreated into the store. Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, a sudden noise in the store attracted everyone's attention.
"Ashiba." Ma Xidao, who had intended to sneak in through the small warehouse from the back door, froze on the spot. His hand that was barely holding the shelf loosened, and the instant noodles and snacks on it were all scattered on the ground.
"Ashiba, big brother, you really are." A criminal policeman who had been carefully rubbing against the two FBIs, not knowing whether to protect them or to take advantage of the number of people to gain courage, suddenly felt like he had found an opportunity, and rushed forward to pounce on the mental patient who turned his back to them.
As a result, his body was just halfway in the air when Jack grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back. Almost at the same time, a knife flashed across his nose.
"Back off, stay away from me, do you all want to die? I'm going to kill you all!" The madman reacted very quickly, and the sharp knife in his hand almost disfigured the criminal policeman.
"Let your big brother handle it." Jack patted his shoulder and pushed the frightened detective behind him. On the other side, Ma Xidao, who was discovered, was too lazy to waste time and walked towards the madman who pointed the knife at him again.
"Hey, Xiaoxin, let's talk."
"What do you want to do?" The madman raised the sharp knife in his right hand high and waved it at Ma Xidao, trying to stop this sturdy guy from getting close to him.
"This is our first meeting, so let's just chat casually. Put down the knife. It's too dangerous to play like this. Listen, okay?" Ma Xidao kept walking, even faster and faster, and directly forced the madman into a corner.
"Ah!" The madman, who had no way to retreat, roared and rushed towards Ma Xidao with a knife.
"I told you to put the knife down." Ma Xidao muttered in his mouth, flexibly dodged the sharp knife stabbing at him, grabbed the madman's wrist, twisted his waist and turned around, and smashed him on the shelf next to him with a beautiful windmill.