The kidnapper's live stream camera angle lit up again!
The originally pitch-black screen regained long-lost brightness.
The water friends still hanging in there.
They were stunned for a moment, then their faces rolled all over the keyboard, madly flooding the bullet screen comments!
"Fuck me? Why did it suddenly light up? Is there a awesome bro to come out and explain this in a sentence?"
"Brother has been staying in Xu Mo's live studio without leaving, diehard fan! Don't you know the program team has already resolved the misunderstanding over there? It seems the chief director [Song Yixue] of the program team and [Xu Mo] have reached some kind of deal."
"Bullshit diehard fan, the previous one, don't be fooled by him. He is our dormmate Liang Zhichao, my roommate, this guy's nickname is lsp. Not long ago, there was wind that [Yang Jingxuan] was having her clothes torn by [Xu Mo], then he settled in the live studio, and didn't even go to afternoon classes, waiting for the live stream to resume."
"Fuck me! This guy is so talented! Ask him if he has gotten any important news, I have a friend who wants to borrow his words."
"Finally connected with Brother Mo, not easy!!!"
"Woo woo woo... Brother Mo don't be shameless, I actually thought you were for real, took off my pants and even bought popcorn."
"Then brother, what the heck are you doing eating popcorn? The beauty of a flowering branch, none are as outstanding as you."
This pinhole camera.
Was installed on the collar of [Yang Jingxuan]'s coat. In addition, she was holding a pen in her hand, biting it between her red lips and white teeth, her eyes fixed on the back of that man in front of her.
A figure appeared in the livestream picture, looking at the environment it seemed to be in a coffee shop?
He looked left and right for a while.
He raised his hand and beckoned.
"Do you guys want to learn how to earn 5k every day?"
The water friends in the livestream room were stunned.
Then the bullet screen comments crazily flooded — We want to know!
It was as if knowing what bullet screen comments the water friends were flooding, a sentence came from the livestream room.
He smiled.
"Bullshit."
The water friends were stunned again.
They didn't expect Brother Mo to play a trick on them too.
They unanimously voiced their dissatisfaction.
This figure couldn't see the bullet screen comments, even if seen, he didn't want to care.
At this moment.
A deep, magnetic voice sounded in the livestream room.
It was [Xu Mo]'s voice.
"Stop pretending, I know you are also watching the live studio."
Chief Director [Song Yixue] in the director's room was stunned for a moment.
The other staff beside couldn't help but laugh silently.
She knitted her brows, her eyes still fixed on the screen.
"Want to know how I took away the 10 million RMB you sent?"
"Then don't blink in what comes next."
"Don't easily miss any details, otherwise you won't know how your program team's money disappeared."
Provocation.
Blatant provocation.
[Xu Mo] openly provoked chief director [Song Yixue] in front of all the livestream viewers.
As if afraid others don't know what he was going to do next.
He specially urged everyone watching.
To open their eyes wide and watch carefully what would happen next.
"Damn... Brother Mo is so awesome!!!!"
"Pfft... Xu Mo is just bragging, who can't do that? Don't think just because you tricked some Pursuit Team members a few times you're all that, they haven't used their full capabilities yet! If you have the guts, confront them head-on tonight, let's see if you can still laugh when you're caught."
"Brother Mo we don't want this money anymore, surviving one more day is one more day, I don't want to see the show end hastily. I still need to gain inspiration from you guys' escape with female celebrities over the years."
"Yo the previous one, no business to smash the shop, got it?!"
Because of Xu Mo's overconfident words.
It aroused the resentment of all the people in the director's room.
"This Xu Mo seems a bit silly, has no one told him the real capabilities of the Pursuit Team?"
"Hmph, right!"
"No need for him to say, we have the equipment here to replay livestream videos anytime, don't treat us like fools!"
There was thick interest flowing between Song Yixue's brows.
She didn't go home for dinner.
She ordered takeout to be delivered over directly.
She wasn't leaving.
She wanted to stay and watch with her own eyes the so-called theft methods Xu Mo talked about.
How awesome are they!
Are they really as Xu Mo said?
Or ostentatious on the outside but actually empty on the inside, only able to talk the talk?
Soon the time came to nightfall.
The night curtain of this city formally ushered in the diverse and colorful nightlife.
The high-rises and towering skyscrapers lit up with colorful lights. The streets were filled with red and green neon glows. Pedestrians came and went on the bustling roads.
Vehicles streamed endlessly.
Extremely lively.
And in a corner of this lively city.
A covert arrest operation was unfolding!
By the Yancheng Avenue Erxian Bridge next to the Wanda Square.
Over a dozen plainclothes policemen.
Mixed among the pedestrians.
Hands arranged in all directions in this small area.
Forming a human cage.
Some even stood on high building tops with binoculars observing the situation on the ground level.
Because today was weekend.
The pedestrian flow was dozens of times that on regular days.
"Any suspicious persons discovered?"
The walkie-talkie sounded.
"Reporting! Group A no discoveries."
"Reporting! Group B no discoveries of target."
"Reporting! Group D no discoveries."
"Reporting! ......"
After confirming no issues.
Han Fei raised his wrist and took a look at the time.
Almost 8 pm.
Still no sign of Xu Mo's whereabouts.
Han Fei felt something was off.
To be reasonable over a dozen policemen participated in this arrest operation.
Dozens of eyes watching.
Tall buildings had people helping keep watch.
Any stirrings impossible to escape their eyes.
How could Xu Mo's figure not be discovered?
Unless this brat was a ghost!
Otherwise as long as human!
Bound to leave behind traces when taking actions.
Li Chen by his side couldn't help asking.
"Captain Han, you don't think Xu Mo didn't dare come right?"
Hearing this, Han Fei shook his head.
"That guy dared trick even us, he blew his arrogance out."
"It'd be best if he doesn't come, embarrassing himself."
"But I feel Xu Mo has a high chance of coming. Be vigilant, he must know we have people on stakeout. Either he won't come, or will head straight for his target as soon as he comes. If he doesn't show up, this side is just a bluff, his real goal is that bank card. Is anyone watching the bank card?"
Li Chen replied: "The money has already been transferred to Xu Mo's bank card. The tech team is keeping an eye on it. As long as there's any activity with that card, we can instantly know Xu Mo's location."
"Very good!"
Hearing this, Han Fei put his sight back on the black travel bag on the trash can.
On the other side not far away, Shen Manni and Chen Ke were the same.
Everyone on scene rested their sights on the trash can!
The view here was exceptionally good!
No obstructions all around.
The bulging black travel bag filled with 5 million 100-yuan bills.
Sat right on top of the trash can.
Xu Mo wasn't a magician.
No way for things to inexplicably disappear.
Even if he had that capability.
Distance would also be an obstacle!
At the moment everyone held their breaths, nerves taut.
Intently staring over there.
Any person nearing the trash can side.
Would catch their attention.
It struck 8 pm!
Everyone's hearts jumped to their throats.
Not only that, the bullet screen comments in the Pursuit Team livestream room lessened.
They were also closely watching to see where Xu Mo would pop out from.
Time ticked away second by second.
Perhaps from focusing too much.
Usually the flow of time feels nothing much.
But right now everyone felt it was passing slowly.
Utterly torturous.
8:01... 8:02... 8:03...
Xu Mo's figure still did not appear.
Psychological warfare?
Waiting for them to relax their guard.
Then suddenly pop out catching them unprepared.
Need to know even if one or two policemen got tired.
Other groups could still help monitor.
Han Fei felt this draining psychological combat.
Was too silly.
More pedestrians appear closer it got to night, and this was downtown.
Before long pedestrian traffic increased again.
Passersby occasionally blocked the plainclothes' sights.
But even so.
No one dared relax in the slightest.
Fearful of missing something in that tiny instant.
At 8:22 pm.
The program team's cell phone in Han Fei's pocket suddenly rang.
This abrupt noise.
Gave Han Fei and Li Chen a huge scare.
Nearby colleagues thought something was up on this end.
Han Fei waved to indicate passing colleagues nothing was wrong, then took out his phone. Xu Mo's voice.
"It seems you didn't quite do as I said," Xu Mo said with a mocking tone. "I have a female celebrity hostage here with me."
"You..." Han Fei listened and became somewhat annoyed. He looked around, "You asked, and we did everything."
"Is that so?" Xu Mo asked rhetorically.
"Tsk, tsk. Do as I say? Did I ask you to put the black travel bag on top of this trash can? I said to put it in the bus stop shelter garbage can next to it!" Xu Mo said after finishing speaking.
"Beep beep beep..."
The phone made the busy signal after hanging up.
Han Fei frowned with knitted brows, his sight quickly and frantically surveying the surroundings.
"What's wrong, Captain Han?" a plainclothesman next to him asked.
Han Fei lowered his voice and said in a suppressed manner, "Damn, that Xu Mo kid is observing us nearby!"
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