I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Jiang Chen’s proposal somewhat shocked Miesba, but soon he shook his head and declined.

“I express my gratitude for Mr. Jiang’s good intention. Malaysia has a professional anti-terrorist force; we don’t need foreign counter-terrorism forces’ help.”

As a private military company, Celestial Trade gained a far more notorious name compared to Blackwater International, Triple Canopy, and DynCorp. The three most classic battles were Pannu Islands coup, independence of MLL Island, and Moro’s self-defense.

The combat power the company displayed was not inferior to any army of any country.

This army nominally acted as a mercenary force and Xin’s national defense contractor. In reality however, no countries regard this army as a mercenary force, but viewed it as a regular army outside the formal establishment. Although the hostage incident in Kuala Lumpur put the Malaysia Prime Minister in a tight situation, the situation was far from requiring the help of foreigners.

However, after understanding what Miesba meant, Jiang Chen shook his head. “You misunderstood what I meant.”

“Oh?” Miesba raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Chen with a questioning look. “What is Mr. Jiang’s proposal?”

“Terrorists have occupied the mall, taken control of the monitoring inside the building, and cut off the connection. If I didn’t guess wrong, they must also have the standby generators in the building under control. Even if the building’s power is cut off, they can also maintain the power supply of the building for a long time. Under such circumstances, it means that your anti-terrorist forces have to carry out the rescue operation under the eyes of the terrorists. Am I right?” Jiang Chen said with a smile

“We have contacted the building contractor of the building and will soon be able to obtain the architectural drawings. We have professional anti-terrorism experts and this is our own problem. Mr. Jiang should not worry about it.” Miesba shook his head.

“Of course it is your own problem, but we can provide you with better equipment and increase the success rate of the rescue.” Jiang Chen smiled at Miesba and then looked at the chief sheriff. “The drones manufactured by Future Heavy Industries, are you not interested?”

The distance between Coro Island and Kuala Lumpur was not very far, even for a passenger plane, it was a two to three hour journey.

Jiang Chen made a phone call and ordered New Moon Island to prepare the equipment and aircraft. Two beta-2 police drone terminals, as well as more than 20 drones, were loaded onto the transport aircraft, along with a Celestial Trade drone expert.

The chief of staff called the prime minister, and soon Prime Minister Razak approved Celestial Trade’s participation in the hostage rescue. Kuala Lumpur was the capital of Malaysia. Now the media all over the world focused on how the government could resolve this incident.

It was no exaggeration to say that the outcome of this hostage crisis would affect the national image, tourism, and investment rating for at least five years, or even longer.

On the one hand, the Kuala Lumpur Police Force negotiated with the terrorists through negotiation experts to calm the terrorists while on the other hand, they were working with the special anti-terrorist forces to prepare for the rescue of the hostages.

After hearing that Miesba had asked for foreign aid, the head of the National Anti-terrorism Office, Gafael, scoffed at the idea, saying that his subordinates did not need those toys at all. As long as they saw the architectural drawings of the mall, they could easily sneak into blind spots and then save the hostages.

However, after getting the architectural drawings, his expression suddenly changed for the worse.

At least from the drawings, it was almost impossible to approach the hostages without disturbing the terrorists. And based on the drawings, there were too many places where the hostages could be!

It was not just him, even the anti-terrorism expert from the army gave a helpless look after studying the drawings.

The media were waiting for their news outside the cordon. They had been preparing for a long time.

Should they start the rescue?

Just as Gafael and anti-terrorism experts were sweating profusely in the temporary command room, an explosion-proof car stopped in front of the temporary command room, and a man came in.

After Gafael saw him, he frowned slightly.

“You are?”

“This is my business card.”

The man said distantly as he took the toolbox next to the map, leaving Gafael feeling bewildered.

Soon, Miesba came in and explained.

“This is a drone expert from Celestial Trade.”

Gafael frowned, “I said, I don’t need those gadgets.”

“Then do you have a better plan?”

The words made Gafael stop, he couldn’t respond.

Seeing the stubborn head of the National Anti-terrorism Office speechless, Miesba continued,

“The Prime Minister asked you to resolve the problem within five hours. There is still one hour left. If the terrorists execute the hostages, will you take responsibility?”

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and Gafael moved his stiff neck. He finally caved in and nodded.

“Okay, let him try.”

When the drone expert of Celestial Trade arrived, he just glanced at the map and took a few photos. He then turned away from the command room and dragged the equipment out of the vehicle and prepared for work.

Gafael watched him play with the equipment. He couldn’t see anything intriguing about this, so he spoke up.

“The noise of the drone will attract the attention of the terrorists. You are risking the life of 79 hostages.”

“Our drone are noiseless,” the drone expert said emotionlessly.

Gafael stared at him as if he was staring at a monster.

The drone is noiseless? Are you kidding me?

However, just as he was about to say something, the drone expert quickly took action to shut him down.

The drone terminal deployed on the road quickly opened the cover on the outer casing. A palm-sized drone flew out from inside and steadily hovered over the drone expert’s hand.

Unless it was extremely close, the noise was barely distinguishable.

Instantly, he was deeply ashamed of his action.

While they were all four rotor-wing drones, the embedded aluminum alloy fan blades of Future Heavy Industries did not make loud audible noise like the drones available in the market. It was like an invisible hand holding the drone from below.

The drone expert told Gafael with his actions the fascinating limit of technology.

Locking his eyes on the drones, Gafael said with astonishment, uncertainty of the reality in front of him.

“Where are you going to… let these little guys in?”

Gafael immediately realized that the question he asked was plain stupid.

[Were? The central air conditioning vents? The maneuverability of this drone could go anywhere?]

The central air-conditioning in the mall extend in all directions, and the drones could easily go in where people can’t! Want to determine the location of the hostage? It is too easy!

Sure enough, the drone expert also felt that the question was idiotic and did not answer.

He took the tablet and uploaded the scanned map into it, then set the flight path of the drones along the central air conditioning duct. A dozen drones flew out of the terminal and rushed into the dark mall.

After doing all this, the drone expert looked at the bewildered Gafael, and calmly said,

“Tell your people to prepare themselves. It’s time to get to work.”