"Quick, transfer the call to me," Morton Duda shouted, and everyone in the room stopped what they were doing at that moment, not making a sound.

The large conference room, now silent, was somewhat terrifying, with even the sound of a pin dropping being clearly audible.

"Hehe." The phone was answered, and a cold laugh was the first thing to come through.

"How's the money we prepared for you?" The voice on the phone was still very cold, even with a hint of mockery.

"The money is ready, but how are the hostages?" Morton Duda spoke, keeping his voice very calm.

"Hmph, don't play tricks on me. Your bunch of trash you sent out still wants to catch me. Save your efforts. If I were you, I would honestly prepare the money, then exchange the hostages with us. You don't have much time left." The call ended there, and there was a faint tone from the other end.

"Quick, track the location of the number using satellite." At this point, an official shouted.

In fact, there was no need for him to speak, as professional personnel were already tracking the location of the other party.

In less than thirty seconds, the person sitting in front of the computer spoke, saying, "Their location is in the Red Bamboo District."

"A squad, the prisoners are in the Red Bamboo District, move in." Minister Poole from the Armed Forces Department spoke loudly into a walkie-talkie.

"Yes." A clear voice came from the walkie-talkie, and then there was no sound at all.

About three minutes later, a voice with a hint of frustration came from the walkie-talkie: "Report, Minister, we haven't seen anyone."

"Damn it." Hearing this, Minister Poole also uttered a curse and smashed the walkie-talkie to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

A squad of more than ten fully armed special police officers couldn't catch a few people. This was simply disgraceful.

"Secretary, what should we do now?" Minister Poole looked at Morton Duda.

Upon hearing Minister Poole's words, Morton Duda did not speak, but his face became even more unsightly. So many people, and they couldn't catch a few criminals. It was a blatant slap in the face.

Not seeing the other side several times in a row was enough to show that they were not ordinary people. Their skills and intelligence were not something ordinary people could compare with.

It was just that there were no outsiders here. Otherwise, if this matter were to be spread, this group of people would have no face to go out and meet others again.

"Uncle Duda, may I say something? Will you listen?" At this point, Bidegla slowly stood up and spoke slowly.

Upon hearing his words, all eyes in the conference room turned to him, filled with doubt. With so many people unable to deal with just a few of them, what could Bidegla do?

"What do you suggest?" Morton Duda spoke in a deep voice.

Bidegla knew what his identity was, and it was clear that if Guojian Chou was willing to take action because of Bidegla, then it shouldn't be a big problem to catch those few people.

After all, although he didn't understand Guojian Chou's power, he was clear that if he took action, the whole Hanxia might tremble a few times.

At that level, it was something that Morton Duda couldn't handle.

"Since the other party wants money, then we should give them the money," Bidegla slowly spoke, causing a stir among everyone present.

The city's police department could produce one billion, but they never even considered preparing it. After all, this time the person captured was the chief of police, and they would never compromise.

For such illegal criminal activities, the most severe crackdown was definitely going to be implemented.

"Perhaps you have misunderstood." Bidegla was taken aback by the reactions of those present, but then continued, "I did not mean to actually give them money. We will certainly save the people, but we will not give them money. What I meant was that we should not negotiate with them. We should just agree to meet them."

"What?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the people present reacted with astonishment.

"We need to discuss the specifics of how to proceed," Morton Duda intervened, pressing down on his palm to silence the crowd and speaking in a deep voice.

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He had some confidence in Bidegla. Maybe he really had a plan.

"We will agree to meet with them, and then subdue them after the meeting," Bidegla spoke with force and conviction, not sounding like he was lying.

"What if things go wrong?" Minister Poole asked, not familiar with Bidegla.

"There is no need to worry, because I will be the one to meet with them. The most important thing now is to meet them first, and then strike them directly," Bidegla stated, causing the people present to inhale sharply in surprise.

His plan sounded simple, but with the people in the hands of the criminals, those present also bore responsibility in case of any issues.

"Are you suggesting that you will take care of them?" Minister Poole questioned with a skeptical tone.

Bidegla did not look strong, nor did his skin appear dark. He did not seem like a formidable person. Minister Poole was somewhat disdainful of Bidegla's opinion. If it weren't for the others present, he might have expressed his contempt directly.

"Do you doubt my abilities?" Bidegla smiled slightly in response to Minister Poole's question, then fixed his gaze on the minister, narrowing his eyes.

At Bidegla's intimidating look, Minister Poole's heart skipped a beat. It felt as if he had been locked in the gaze of a venomous snake, and his whole body tensed up.

At that moment, another official whispered a few words in his ear, and his expression immediately changed. He stood up from his chair in a flash.

"So you are the Bidegla who subdued the robbers a few days ago. No wonder you looked familiar," Minister Poole suddenly stood up, his attitude making a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn, displaying a smile on his face.

He had always found Bidegla somewhat familiar, but in his haste, he couldn't remember. After the reminder from the other person, he realized that the person speaking to him was none other than the Bidegla who had intervened in the jewelry store incident.

He had witnessed firsthand how fierce Bidegla could be from the video. He was no ordinary person. Even the best of his armed police would probably just end up getting beaten if they encountered him.

Given this, he felt apologetic for questioning Bidegla's abilities.

"Secretary, I find Bidegla's proposal feasible and I support it," Minister Poole spoke up, his eyes filled with a hint of fervor.

As the head of the armed forces, he had decent skills, but in the face of the more formidable Bidegla, he felt a sense of admiration from the bottom of his heart.

The weak admire the strong; this was almost a human instinct. Even a high-ranking official like Minister Poole could not avoid feeling this way.

"I support it too," another person spoke up, someone who knew Bidegla.

"I also support it." In just a few seconds, almost half of the people in the large conference room had expressed their support for Bidegla's proposal.

The criminals were very cunning, and without meeting them, there was truly no way to deal with them.

"Bidegla, please share your proposal." Seeing that most people had already agreed with Bidegla's opinion, Morton Duda naturally had no objections.

"The plan is simple. I will lead a team to the meeting point, and then you will send people to ambush from a few hundred meters away. Finally, we will rescue the person, and you will capture them," Bidegla spoke calmly.

"Since you have made the decision, we will proceed as you have suggested," Morton Duda then turned his gaze to Minister Poole and said, "Minister Poole, provide them with a few agile and skilled individuals, then lead them to the designated location for the ambush."

"No problem," Minister Poole nodded without objection.

Afterwards, they discussed some details until everything was settled, and then they quietly awaited the other party's call.

Time was running out for them, and if they didn't agree to each other's plan soon, whether they would even see the person again was uncertain.

The atmosphere in the spacious conference room was very oppressive. No one spoke, not even Bidegla, who was leaning back in his chair with his eyes squinted slightly.

After about an hour, the jarring sound of the telephone finally woke everyone up. At that moment, everyone perked up and looked towards the phone that was making the noise.

The call was answered, and then transferred to an outside line.

"How is it? Have you made your decision?" came the voice from the phone, laced with a sinister tone, the same person as before.

"We have the money ready, and we have decided to change personnel," Morton Duda said slowly, taking a deep breath.

"Alright, since you are so aware of the situation, bring our people and the money to the dock for the meeting. Remember, no more than six of you, or else you'll be waiting for corpses."

With that, the call was abruptly ended, and the faces of everyone present turned pale.

They had discussed many plans before, but had never expected that the meeting place the other party requested would be the dock.

It would be very easy to capture the other party from all sides, but if they tried to escape by sea, it would be troublesome.

"Secretary, what should we do?" Minister Poole spoke, his forehead covered in sweat from fear.

"No matter what the outcome is, this trip is necessary. Brother, let's go," Bidegla stood up from his chair and picked up the two boxes in front of him.

Since the other party wanted money, it was obviously impossible for them to go empty-handed, so these two boxes were meant to deceive their eyes.

"Alright," Stuart Buzer said nothing more, picking up the other two boxes.

This time, the opponent was an unknown master, so Bidegla had to have Stuart Buzer with him. After all, Stuart Buzer's skills were even more terrifying than his own.

On one hand, it was to protect themselves from death, and on the other hand, it was to ensure the maximum success of this operation.

As for the four people that Minister Poole had brought, Bidegla truly didn't take them seriously. Even though these people were special forces, they were not their opponents, so Bidegla relied on himself and Stuart Buzer.

"Your most important task is to ensure the safety of the hostage. Don't worry about anything else for now, do you understand?" Outside the police station, Minister Poole spoke sternly to the four individuals dressed in camouflage.

These four were the most skilled individuals he had selected from his own team, and they were his most impressive force at the moment. If they couldn't rescue the person, he would have no face to show anyone.

"Understood," the four of them replied in unison, standing upright with unwavering focus.

"Human lives cannot be reclaimed, so there is no need for you to return. Do you understand?" Minister Poole's voice grew even more intense, exuding a fierce aura.

"We understand," the four individuals responded in unison, their determination reaching its peak.