Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 246 - 233: The End of the Tune and the Scattering of the Crowd

Chapter 246: Chapter 233: The End of the Tune and the Scattering of the Crowd

The police always arrive the latest, that saying is both right and wrong, because this time George and the others were involved from the beginning to the end.

Before the representatives of the French police arrived, Abdulla had already arrived first, so it could be said that the French police ultimately arrived last, and there was no problem in saying that.

"Don’t shoot, it’s me!"

Abdulla was very clever; before entering, he shouted a warning, and only after receiving Gao Yi’s response did he rush into the police station lobby with two others.

"Oh..."

The scene was so shocking that anyone who entered would be stunned for a moment.

Abdulla was silent for a few seconds, waiting until he had collected himself, then he pulled Gao Yi aside and whispered, "The police will be here soon, but their attitude is still unclear, so His Highness sent me to stabilize the situation first. Now His Highness is negotiating with the French authorities."

While they were talking, sirens blared, and a long line of lights could be seen approaching.

The road in front of the police station was completely blocked by the number of cars, then fully-armed SWAT teams got out, the gendarmerie arrived, and indeed, the police force had made their presence known.

Gao Yi and Abdulla temporarily stopped their discussion. After observing the road packed with people and the police station surrounded, Gao Yi asked, "What now? Do we go with them or not?"

"We can’t leave now. The French side is still very angry. They are very assertive, saying that they must first lock you in jail before discussing further matters."

After saying this, Abdulla lowered his voice and added, "If you get caught, His Highness will be at a disadvantage, so no matter what, you can’t let yourselves get caught. Also, if you get caught like this, all your biometric information will be in the hands of France—the fingerprints, iris scans, blood type, everything will no longer be a secret."

Gao Yi was worried. Was he supposed to continue to resist?

Given the current situation, stubbornly resisting to the end seemed a bit unrealistic.

Seeing Gao Yi’s concern, Abdulla patted his shoulder saying, "Don’t worry, they won’t be too reckless. After all, negotiations are still ongoing."

At this time, the loudspeakers outside started broadcasting.

"Those inside, come out! You are surrounded!"

The content of the announcement was the same old routine, which Gao Yi would normally ignore, but the current situation was not good for the long-term perspective.

Gao Yi whispered, "We can’t let them keep announcing like this; otherwise, it’s hard to spin later on. Now it should be the French Police entering, happily gathering together to celebrate defeating the terrorists. Their hostile attitude seen by the public will make it hard to explain later."

After thinking for a moment, Abdulla said, "That makes sense, what do you plan to do?"

Gao Yi glanced around and then signaled to George with a wave, saying, "Come here."

George firmly believed that Gao Yi had connections, but even with Abdulla’s arrival, the police force was still surrounding them, which indicated that Gao Yi’s backers might not have as much influence as thought.

Therefore, George was anxious and afraid.

Seeing Gao Yi beckoning, George hesitated for a moment but finally approached.

Gao Yi didn’t need to explain to George; instead, he said to Abdulla, "These three officers have been a great help. I promised each of them one hundred thousand Euros..."

Before he could finish, a look of extreme astonishment mixed with disdain and contempt appeared on Abdulla’s face.

George’s heart tightened, then he said in a low voice, hopelessly, "Actually, it is also possible..."

Abdulla was very puzzled and asked, "Who are you trying to insult?"

George stuttered, "No need..."

Gao Yi lowered his voice and explained, "I was worried if I promised too much, they wouldn’t believe it. So I offered a lower amount. I’ll cover it. We can’t lose face over such a small amount of money."

George’s words came out in three different pieces, his ending an upward inflection of amazement.

"Eh?"

Abdulla nodded, looked at George with a look of surprise, and the other two disappointed officers, and said, "You’re right, if the number is too high, they might not believe it. After all, there are more poor than rich in this world, especially in Europe."

Abdulla held up three fingers, pointing at the three officers, thought for a moment, and then said, "One million, Euros, each. Do you want cash or a transfer?"

Aliza couldn’t help but emit a hiccup-like sound.

"Uh-huh..."

Abdulla, with a stern face, said, "There’s something I need you to do now. Each of you go separately, tell the people outside to stop, and let them come in to talk, as if everything has already ended as it should, otherwise the only ones who will be embarrassed are you, and the ones losing face will be the French Police. Who will go out and relay my message?"

George stuttered, "I’ll go, but first can things be made a bit clearer? I mean... I’m a bit confused about what’s happening now."

"It means the higher-ups are still negotiating; we don’t want the people below to be too tense. If they decide upstairs to end things on a friendly note, then how do we resolve the tension here?"

Gao Yi explained it clearly as he put his arm around George’s shoulder and whispered, "You go and explain the situation here to the person in charge outside, tell the truth, and then invite him in to talk. Take care of the bodies, and the most imperative thing, I see they brought ambulances, let the doctors with the emergency supplies come in first, and then you come back. This is the perfect opportunity to make money and earn recognition, don’t miss out."

After finishing, Gao Yi looked into George’s eyes and whispered quietly, "Do you trust me? If you do, take these words to them and then hurry back."

George had already gone all in; how could he possibly miss out at the moment of harvest?

"I understand, but is the one million for real?"

He couldn’t help but ask one more question, but immediately George added, "Uh, let’s talk when I get back."

George rushed to the door, shouting, "It’s safe, there’s no problem, I am coming out."

George shouldn’t have run, but he did, driven not by fear but by urgency.

George was a clever man, he should be able to make things clear.

Gao Yi looked outside, where he saw George running into the midst of a crowd, gesticulating as he spoke, and then, sure enough, a man in a suit gestured for everyone to lower their hands, and a group of police and soldiers who had been on standby indeed lowered their weapons.

George hurried back again.

At over sixty years of age, he was bustling about as if he wasn’t held hostage by Gao Yi but was a good friend fighting alongside him.

"The chief agreed, they’ll send someone to clean up immediately."

Just as George finished speaking, a dozen policemen, trembling with fear, cautiously carried two stretchers slowly into the entrance of the police station.

Gao Yi couldn’t help but stand at the door and shouted, "Hurry up! Let the doctor come in quickly."

After taking photos in the courtyard and lifting the two bodies onto the stretchers, reassuring there was no shooting, the courage of the people outside grew somewhat.

At that moment, Dr. Strong, who was inside treating the wounded, held up two blood-drenched hands and said, "Let them hurry, get plasma, the ambulance certainly has it."

Abdulla looked at Dr. Strong and Gao Yi said, "A local resident, doctor, here to help."

Abdulla immediately said, "Oh, is that so."

"It’s all thanks to this doctor, otherwise Wind Vane would be dead."

"Give him one million."

Dr. Strong didn’t understand, but after George whispered a translation to him, he too froze in place.

While Abdulla was throwing money around, a Senior Police Chief, protected by a dozen officers, plucked up the courage to walk into the police station lobby.

Of course, no shots would be fired; how could they at this point?

The chief took a look and, after being held rigid for a few seconds, muttered something in French.

George said, "Our chief is asking what happened here."

It was an inconsequential exclamation, no need to heed it.

The Senior Police Chief said a few more words, and George continued, "He says it’s good that you’re willing to lay down your weapons and surrender voluntarily."

Abdulla immediately said, "We haven’t surrendered! This is negotiation!"

Before George could translate Abdulla’s words, the chief continued, "It’s best if you cooperate of your own accord, or it won’t be good for you."

At this time, Abdulla’s phone rang.

Abdulla no longer paid attention to the Senior Police Chief, he respectfully answered the call, and by his demeanor, it was clear the call must be from Shaman.

Abdulla said a lot very respectfully and then, looking relieved, he said two more sentences before hanging up the phone.

"Done."

Nodding at Gao Yi, Abdulla said with ease, "The negotiation between the two countries has been settled. Now it just depends on whether the script they write is reasonable. It has nothing to do with us."

Gao Yi couldn’t help but ask, "How did you settle it?"

Abdulla shrugged his shoulders and said softly, "Telling you won’t hurt; we were planning to diversify our sources of military equipment anyway, to show the Americans that we have other options. So, today we completed a letter of intent with France. We’re buying 54 Rafale fighter jets."

Gao Yi’s head exploded, he said in shock, "How many?"

"54 Rafales, we’re not buying F-35s, we’re buying Rafales."

Having said it, Abdulla calmly added, "I don’t believe France could refuse."

At that moment, it should have been the man in a suit outside who received the call, not the daringly entered Senior Police Chief, but after receiving the call, the person outside hurried over.

Dressed in a suit, wearing a tie, sporting curly hair—an official from some government department—walked in and told the police chief, "It’s over! Everything is over! Quick, evacuate these injured..."

Indeed, a politician, after just a moment of consideration, the curly-haired man seriously said, "Take these injured, civic-minded citizens to the hospital. They are the victims and witnesses of this terrorist attack. Ensure their safety with the highest security measures to prevent terrorists from striking again."

Finished speaking, the curly-haired politician reached out his hand with a smile to Abdulla and then said smiling, "Director Abdulla, thank you for the intelligence provided, allowing us to prevent a serious terrorist attack ahead of time."

The expressions on the faces of George and the others were quite expressive.

Abdulla nodded and said with a smile, "It’s the least we could do. The cooperation between our two countries is a model for combating the threat of international terrorism."

A smile, a handshake, a turn of the body.

The formality was completed, continuous acting was repulsive to both parties.

The curly-haired politician looked towards George and his colleagues and said, "You’ve done a service. Write a report for me immediately. Do you know how?"

Abdulla turned to Gao Yi and said, "Let’s go, the plane is ready. We’re not going to the hospital, we’re going to have surgery on our medical aircraft."

Both parties went their separate ways without bothering each other, but the scene was harmonious.

The only one who was a bit confused was Aliza; he was too young and didn’t understand the complexity of the situation, and so he was the only one who made a foolish comment.

"Sir, with so many people, what should we say about how they died?"

The curly-haired man frowned, and George couldn’t help but say, "Idiot! Of course, it was after the chiefs arrived that they took them out. Is that even a question!"