"Damn it, stop your actions, do you want to be criticized by thousands of men?" In the combat conference room, the president was furious.

The five-star general is still holding on, "Your Excellency, my people are about to succeed, they have injured the bandit leader."

"Are you kidding my political career?"

The president rushed forward with a red face and grabbed his collar, "Do you know how much public condemnation the death of these hostages will cause?! You have to pray that there are no big names among the people who were beaten to death, otherwise I will drag you to hell together!"

After a roar, the president pushed the sweaty general away and shouted to the staff beside him: "I want to connect to the scene, now, right now!"

"Fifteen seconds end, stop!"

George Dundee clenched his fist with his raised left hand, and the gunfire stopped in time.

The crying, moaning, and cursing... made the entire arena look extremely noisy.

George Dundee said to the camera: "Big guys, look at the situation on the scene, these are all caused by you."

"We just got back the money they deserved for the dead brothers, only ten million dollars, not even as good as a yacht for the rich."

"But what did you do?"

"You are in vain about the life and death of the hostages, and you have once again ignored the legitimate requests of us soldiers who fight for the country. In your eyes, we are like ants, are we?"

"Well, from now on, every five minutes I'll kill ten hostages until I get what I want."

"By the way, I'll start from the front row this time."

The front seats are all gentry and celebrities. These people have a considerable reputation and influence in the United States and even the world. If these people are executed, the president may have to resign.

At this time, the connection between the White House and the stadium was finally connected.

"Don't kill anyone, I am the President of the United States, please don't kill anyone anymore, I will agree to all your requests."

The voice of the President of America was heard in front of the TV through the microphone, and thousands of viewers heard his voice.

Some people think that the president should not compromise with terrorists; some people think that the president is doing the right thing and ensuring the safety of the hostages is the most important thing; some people even sympathize with George Dundee and his gang...

Not to mention the feelings of these melon-eating people, but on the court, Cresey had moved to the periphery of his teammates who were squatting with his head in his arms. He was now only fifteen meters away from George Dundee who was standing with his companions in the center of the court.

George Dundee is still communicating with the President of the United States, and his voice has been broadcast to thousands of households through live broadcasts. The ratings of this live broadcast by espn exploded, and almost every American with TV is watching their live broadcasts.

"Mr. President, to be honest, because everything I had lived before made it difficult for me and my subordinates to believe you anymore. So, it was changed to killing someone every five minutes, and as long as 10 million US dollars is transferred to my designated account within five minutes, I promise that everyone who is still alive here will not be harmed again."

"No, five minutes are too short. I can't get this money out in such a short time. You know, I need to go through the process." The president's voice was a little anxious.

"I don't care about this. From now on, I will follow my rules."

"No, give me time, I will give you the money."

"Haha, Mr. President, I advise you not to waste your time anymore, the timing has begun."

“…”

On the other end of the headset, the sound disappeared.

George Dundee smiled and looked at his broken leg. For his dead comrades, this was nothing!

At this moment, Cresey moved a little more, less than ten meters away from George Dundee.

No one noticed him.

Who would have thought that a basketball player would make any dangerous moves in this situation?

In the combat conference room, the president asked: "How long will it take to approve the money?"

"It will take ten minutes at the fastest, and the necessary procedures will still be left." A woman dressed in professional attire and dressed in a very capable manner replied.

"Can you get faster?"

"This...I'll try."

"Well, this is related to human life, and we must be as soon as possible."

After saying that, the president turned his attention to the TV screen and was about to connect again, so that George Dundee could give himself more time when he suddenly said "Huh".

On the screen, a black young man was slowly approaching Dundee standing in the center of the court and his companion who was supporting him. He was moving very slowly. If he hadn't happened to appear in the live broadcast camera when he moved, he wouldn't have seen that he was deliberately approaching George Dundee.

"What does he want to do? Damn, this is not a heroic moment."

Thousands of viewers in front of the TV also saw this scene, and all had similar questions to the president.

"What does he want to do?"

"What does this kid want to do?"

"Isn't he trying to hold this terrorist leader hostage?"

"Oh, this kid is so brave!"

"Is Cresey Balls crazy? Who do he think he is?"

Familiar people, such as Kevin Durant, Greg Oden, Motherway, Russell Westbrook, etc., were stunned.

West Brook jumped up and shouted at the TV, "Oh no, don't be impulsive, brother."

Several bandits in the audience also saw something wrong from the big screen above the court.

"What is that kid doing?"

"A guy looking for death!"

"Be careful, sir!"

Noisy sounds came from the headset.

George Dundee couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't see the big screen from his perspective and didn't know Cresey's actions.

However, he believed in his partner very much and immediately lowered the m16 in his right hand and scanned the surroundings.

Then, he saw that a black boy was already very close to him at some point on his right.

Seeing his gun pointing towards him, the black boy suddenly bounced up from the floor and rushed towards him like a tiger.

His movements were very agile, and his body was still spinning while striking, and his whole body looked sideways as if drifting.

Can't aim!

George Dundee, who had difficulty moving his legs, made a judgment instantly.

The companion beside him shouted loudly and counterattacked the black man.

George Dundee jumped with one foot, trying to distance himself backwards.

Cresey waited for this moment for a long time, but how could he let this person escape?

With hundreds of millions of shocked gazes on the scene and in front of the TV, he bent his legs in the air, his body was rampant, and then he bounced violently.

In the flash of lightning, his body suddenly changed direction in the air, and passed by the bandits flying over, and at the same time reached out and punched his neck.

He used all his strength in this punch.

The bandit's neck bone cracked, and his neck was directly broken and fell to the ground.

hiss--!

Motherway in front of the TV took a breath, glad that the game with this kid was within the boxing rules, otherwise it would be too unfair to be beaten to death because of jealousy.

After a punch, Cresey landed on the ground, on all fours, and with a thrust, the man landed obliquely beside George Dundee.

"Come here and you!"
Chapter completed!