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Chapter 89 - 89 17 Gone Crazy with Killing!

89: Chapter 17 Gone Crazy with Killing!

89: Chapter 17 Gone Crazy with Killing!

The layout of the first floor of the library was quite intriguing.

Entering from the main door was an open hall, devoid of any objects.

There were two rows of tables on either side of the hall for reading.

The perimeter of the hall was lined with dense shelves of books, obstructing most of the view inside.

But directly above both sides of the hall on the first floor were two platforms, each with many more bookshelves, and along the edge of each platform was another row of tables.

The platforms couldn’t be considered a second floor, they were more like a half-level addition to the first floor.

The hostages were corralled by the hijackers onto the half-level on the left.

Thor and the Wasp were urging the hostages to move the bookshelves near the windows to eliminate the possibility of the police peering in.

The arrival of seven new hostages didn’t attract the attention of Thor and the Wasp; they just glanced over and continued focusing on their task.

The Iron Man, the leader of the kidnappers, came up behind Thor and gave a few instructions before hastily heading up to the second floor with the Hulk.

“You guys move the bookshelves too, and if anyone dares to slack off…” the Wasp ordered a few people to join the group arranging the bookshelves.

Thor, pushing a small cart for transporting books, collected everyone’s cell phones and cameras.

“Mr.

Kidnapper, I’m just a journalist.

I’m not carrying any weapons, and I can help you with publicity, to make you famous.”

Ian wasn’t about to give up even the slightest chance, even now, he was still pitching his own value.

“I’m from ABC television.

Right now, there are already tens of millions of viewers watching the live broadcast.

Mr.

Kidnapper, you can take my phone, but please give me back my camera.”

The female kidnapper wearing the Wasp mask glanced at Ian with disdain and mocked,

“We have our own live broadcasting equipment, and it’s streamed on the dark web; everyone in the world can see it!”

Every word of the conversation between the Wasp and Ian was heard by Cheng Daqi, whose heart sank further into despair.

Up to this point, Cheng Daqi still didn’t know that the kidnappers had also abducted the son of a very important person.

Dark web streaming, kidnappers, hostages.

These three words put together made him conjure some terrifying associations.

The dark web is an unregulated cyberspace with no law enforcement.

In it circulate countless horrifying and dark videos.

Some people specifically produce various bloody, dark, and violent videos to sell on the dark web.

And the most prominent among them choose to live stream.

The darkness and horror contained in these videos cannot be described by ordinary gore and violence.

It can be understood like this: their level of darkness surpasses the utmost extremes of the average person’s imagination, embodying the full blossoming of humanity’s evil side.

“Ms.

Kidnapper, your idea is indeed very brilliant.

But if you could cooperate with me for the live broadcast, when you’re facing charges in the future, ABC television can hire lawyers for you,” said Ian, unabashedly proposing his condition, which made all the hostages look at him askance.

The condition proposed by the female reporter was too tempting, and the Wasp was actually somewhat swayed.

“Don’t listen to her nonsense, we’re not going to have any trouble, relax!”

Thor snatched the camera from the reporter’s hands and said to the Wasp.

The robbers, surrounded by the police, had the gall to say they wouldn’t get into trouble.

And the female robber wearing the Wasp mask actually believed Thor’s unreliable assurance.

Seeing that the Wasp didn’t object or question, Cheng Daqi was surprised.

A group of kidnappers, chased by the police to the library.

They jumped into the library and took hostages to protect themselves.

But they were not only in the mood for live streaming, they were confident that they would escape unscathed.

Information that seemed simple actually conveyed a lot of valuable details.

Now, Cheng Daqi was certain that the kidnappers came to the Red Street Library not on any sudden impulse.

But what was so special about this dilapidated library in the slums?

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As the gatekeeper, the Ant-Man kidnapper was actually quite bored, as the police outside didn’t seem to have any intention of storming in.

Boring!

At first, he was extremely alert, but the negotiator sent by the police was knocked out with a smack of his racial discrimination trump card.

Then, for a whole half hour, the police actually did nothing.

‘It’s not that they did nothing, I guess they were just too wary to take a risk.’

The arrival of a specially supplied ‘black’ negotiator interrupted Ant-Man’s reverie.

“Hello, sir, I’m Bruce, a black man, can I talk to you?”

How could the Saint Rodu police possibly have a real black negotiator?

This ‘black’ man was a product of a hasty racial transformation.

The black paint they found at the last minute was only enough to color his head; the rest of his body was still white.

To avoid giving himself away, Tom was laden with equipment from head to toe.

Tactical headset, blast-resistant goggles, and a police helmet covered most of his face.

These disguises gave Tom the confidence to assert his black identity.

“What would you like to talk about?”

Not expecting the Saint Rodu police to actually find a black person to negotiate with him, Ant-Man could only chat with him, trying to buy as much time as possible.

“Um, may I ask what’s the purpose of kidnapping that child?

He’s just an ordinary kid, he hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Tom’s main profession was negotiation, and changing the color of his skin had no impact on his professionalism.

His question was very sly, aiming to test the kidnappers’ level and see if they were clear about whom they had actually taken.

Although the police believed the kidnappers to be professionals, otherwise they couldn’t have taken down the young scion’s driver and bodyguards so effortlessly.

Most of the police experts believed that the kidnappers’ target was pre-selected, not randomly chosen.

But what if?

If the kidnappers were really unaware of the child’s identity and were willing to heed advice, they might just release the kid first.

After releasing the hostage, the police could attack without reservation.

“Ha, he hasn’t done anything wrong, but his father has.

The laws of America cannot judge his father fairly!

And we, just a few ordinary people, hope to see him get the punishment he deserves!”

Ant-Man’s words were quite bewitching, and Tom was slightly at a loss for words.

‘What are you doing, start talking!

You don’t actually believe the kidnapper’s nonsense, do you?’

Klauer heard the kidnapper’s words over the radio and ordered the spacing-out Tom to continue engaging with the kidnapper.

“Mr.

Kidnapper, but he’s just an innocent child, by only targeting the weak, how can that be justice?”

Still the child.

Only targeting the weak is not justice.

Tom knew how to negotiate; his words seemed perfectly reasonable.

Klauer nodded in satisfaction, feeling this negotiator, who could flexibly switch races for his job, had potential.

However, Ant-Man seemed to scoff at Tom’s words.

This kidnapper was clearly young, but his words were earth-shattering!

“Yes, he is a child, but his comfortable life is maintained by his father’s various misdeeds; he’s not innocent at all!

If he’s innocent, then what about those poor souls who lost their lives because of his father?

Did they deserve to die?

And how is it not justice to target the weak?

The real rulers of America, isn’t each one of them ruthless to the weak when it’s their turn?

In the past several decades, America waged hundreds of wars, causing more than a dozen countries to be engulfed in conflict, killing countless unarmed civilians with drones—America has always seemed quite just while targeting the weak, haven’t they?

If targeting the weak isn’t justice, then shouldn’t they all deserve to die?

Shouldn’t the country of America perish?”

Massacre!

Crazy murder!

The words of Ant-Man, the kidnapper, silenced everyone in the police radio channels.

What he said seemed…

might be…

possibly correct….