All the hostages looked in amazement at the men who were coming down the stairs in a leisurely manner, and the bandits were shocked when they heard the sound, and several of them turned their guns at the staircase.

The owner of the café sighed sadly, usually at this time the café has no customers.

Recently, this guest would come here every morning to order a drink of Blue Mountains as soon as they opened the door.

Then, sit quietly and read the newspaper, sit for an hour or so, and then check out.

However, there was such a big movement on the first floor just now, and he should have heard it on the second floor.

As long as he hides on the second floor, or makes a phone call to the police, not only himself, but they also have a chance to live.

As a result, he went downstairs to settle the bill.

At this time, how to settle the bill for him, don't be killed first.

Coming down from the upper floor was a handsome Chinese man, with a long and thin body, wearing a khaki trench coat, but his face looked a little sickly pale.

He glanced at the first floor of the café with a blank face, took his wallet and calmly took out ten euros and put it on the table.

The café owner kept glancing at him, motioning for him to stop acting rashly.

However, the other party turned a blind eye, put away his wallet as if no one was around, and prepared to leave.

It's just that as soon as he took a step, a gun was held to his head.

"Who allowed you to leave."

"Why can't you leave?" The man turned to look at the man who was speaking at him.

The cold eyes of the ancient well swept over, but the hands of the person holding the gun trembled unconsciously.

For some reason, the way this man looked at him made him tremble with fear.

Yes, fear.

It was obvious that he was pointing a gun at him, but just one glance at him, he felt fear from the depths of his soul.

"You...... You stand over there. ”

The voice of the mouth stammered, and it lost its previous arrogance and confidence.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." The Chinese man said.

Seeing that he was so uncooperative, the robbers raised their guns to his forehead.

"Let you pass, just let me pass!"

The gangster's accomplice glanced at it and urged.

"What nonsense to talk to him, kill him."

The bandit who pointed the gun at the Chinese man looked at the man's unusually deep pupils and was stunned, as if he had been captured for a moment, and he didn't even listen to the hand holding the gun.

The Chinese man's face was calm, and he looked at the bandit who pointed a gun at him, and finally spit out two words coldly.

"Shoot."

The bandit with the gun repeated his words in a trance, and then the muzzle of the gun turned to the accomplice who had just asked him to shoot and kill, and fired without hesitation.

Moreover, several other accomplices were shot one after another.

Because the accomplices were defenseless, they were shot and killed by their own people in an instant.

The rest of the people turned their guns and shot the betrayed bandits to death.

In the sound of the gunshot, Luo Qianqian and the others hugged their heads and screamed, for fear that they would become ghosts under the guns in the next second.

By the time the gunfire stopped, the café fell silent.

Luo Qianqian opened his eyes tremblingly, but everything around him scared him even more.

The bandits who held them hostage were all dead, and one by one they were lying in pools of blood.

The Huaguo man stepped over the corpse, took a tissue from the table and wiped the scattered blood stains on his hands with a leisurely posture, without looking at Luo Qianqian and the other hostages.

"You can go."