Chapter 440 Egg-Shaped Grenade

"The two students we sent in to deliver meals were detained by them. These guys are really crazy!" the police chief said to Andre.

The camera was aimed just right, and one could see the two girls being held together with the hostages. They lowered their heads, squatted there, and did not move, and their bodies seemed to be shaking.

"Karimov, pay attention to our people when attacking. Those two girls must not be hurt!" Andre's eyes were cold. These terrorists deserved to die! At this time, Andre had completely given up the murderous intention.

Time passed little by little, and finally, the anesthetic gas shipped from Moscow arrived at the scene. In order to deliver it as quickly as possible, a MiG-31 interceptor was used this time. The box for the gas in the back seat flew at supersonic speed all the way, and after landing at a nearby base, it was delivered by helicopter.

"Your mission is to kill the terrorists and rescue our hostages! This is an anti-terrorism battle and must be completed quickly and beautifully!" Andre looked at the soldiers of Unit A who were ready to go and gave them the final order.

"Yes!" The soldier, who was wrapped in a hood with only his eyes, nose and mouth showing, answered Andre. Their weapons were varied, including SVD sniper rifles used by snipers, AK-74s with folding stocks, Israeli Uzi submachine guns, and even a few people carrying crossbows.

The sky was still very bright. The soldiers slowly crawled in from a nearby drainpipe. The person in front was carrying a box that released anesthetic gas and wearing a respirator.

Karimov's eyes were grim. "Unit A has been established for five years, and this is the first regular operation! We must show the world our outstanding combat capability!"

"Creaky, creaky." With a slight sound, the soldier in the front, Valisi, pushed open the lid on his head. This was the toilet, very dirty, and there were no terrorists on guard here.

After a few steps, he climbed into the vent. Valisi continued to climb along the vent. It was full of spider webs, like a maze! However, relying on his previous memory, he still found the correct route accurately and came to the vertical vent. He continued to climb up and entered the fourth floor. He moved more lightly, for fear of startling the terrorists below.

At this point, the entire hostage situation had been going on for seven hours, and the terrorists, who were under great mental stress, were now most exhausted.

"Captain, it's been so long. Did Andre play any tricks?" Hast asked Abbas on the side.

"If he dares to play tricks, these hostages here will be dead!" Abbas said firmly. He had so many hostages in his hands!

"Pay attention, it will be dark in two hours. Cheer up and contact us at home. If the Soviets have not done what we asked by the time limit, we will kill the hostages!"

"Yes." Hast said, "When the time comes, can we kill those two female students first?" Hast pointed at the sisters Lianna and Lilia.

"Of course!" Abbas said.

"Okay, when the time comes, I'll go to the next room and kill them both!" Hast had a ferocious smile on his face.

Time passes by little by little.

He felt something was wrong with his body and his mind was a little fuzzy. At the same time, he felt thirsty. Abbas picked up the water bottle behind him and wanted to take a sip. However, his hand could not reach it and everything in front of him was blurry.

Not good! Abbas secretly cried in his heart, something is wrong!

He wanted to open his mouth and shout, but no sound came out. Even his lips seemed out of his control. In his heart, he vaguely sensed something. Was he poisoned?

Looking at the companions next to him, they all had the same expression. Hast had already leaned back in a chair with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

His hand moved slowly, trying to take out the grenade behind him. Since he had fallen into the trap, he might as well die together!

"Boom!" At this moment, an explosion suddenly sounded at the door over there. With the explosion, countless fully armed personnel filed in from the exploded door!

"Da da." With a burst of gunfire, the two terrorists who were guarding the gate on both sides fell down powerlessly. With the sound of gunfire, snowflakes covered their chests.

They were all short bursts of fire. Only a dozen armed men rushed in, but they were quite skilled. Obviously, they had conducted this kind of indoor training many times. They used AK-74 with a folding stock, which was specially designed for indoor combat. At the same time, the barrel was shortened, which made it very convenient.

If it were in the past, they would first throw tear gas and then rush in wearing gas masks. But now, the anesthetic gas has been injected for twenty minutes, and the TV showed that the people inside were almost unconscious. To them, this was just a one-sided massacre!

The six terrorists on the periphery were eliminated within three minutes. Some were killed with crossbows, and some had their throats cut by those who came up from behind. In short, the noises made were very light. The terrorists in the room had their hearing greatly weakened due to being knocked unconscious by the anesthetic steam, and they did not hear anything unusual outside at all.

The mopping-up battle was going very smoothly, but the team member who was rushing in the front, Korchagin, suddenly showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

The bandit leader Abbas, relying on his strong will, moved his fingers little by little, and finally reached the grenade! The muscles on his face had become stiff, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying. Looking at the armed men who were shooting them, he knew that his action had completely failed, but before he died, he still had to take a few people with him!

The egg-shaped grenade was raised in Abbas' hand, as if it had unleashed its greatest potential. He threw the grenade towards the hostages three meters away!

The explosion radius of this grenade is five meters. If it is thrown over, it can kill or injure at least twenty people!

It was obvious that many of the hostages, like him, had fallen into a coma!

"Da Da." Korchagin turned his gun and several 5.45 caliber bullets hit Abbas' body. Abbas' body trembled a few times and fell down, blood gushing out. His body began to completely stiffen, and his face, and the forced smile, disappeared.

The grenade flew in an arc, right above the hostage's head, and was about to fall!