This is the first time such a serious terrorist attack has occurred in the United States since 9/11.
The FBI and CIA were in a mess. No one knew where those heavily armed soldiers came from, how they crossed the US border, how they evaded customs and transported such fierce firepower into Los Angeles on the West Coast.
A quarter of an hour had passed since the militants entered the embassy. SAT reinforcements finally arrived and surrounded the New Zealand embassy with police armored vehicles. The Los Angeles police have never been so embarrassed. The world-famous LAPDS team, the ancestor of all modern SATs, was overwhelmed by the firepower of terrorists.
After occupying the embassy, the militants placed a light machine gun at the window of the embassy, using the hostages in their hands to threaten the special forces trying to get closer. These people neither put forward their demands nor expressed any intention to negotiate.
There was a deadlock for a while.
Under the influence of the Internet, the impact of the attack immediately spread to the United States and even the world through major social platforms.
Looking at the rows of cameras and the mobile phones held up by the people, cold sweat broke out on Lawrence's forehead.
Two hundred meters away, his partner Brad was lying next to the car in front of the embassy. Although his head had been shattered by a sniper rifle, he could still recognize that the body belonged to his partner Brad.
He still couldn't imagine that he had only been away for a while and this happened.
The armed men just drove into Venice Street in a truck. And that modified car lurking in the underground garage, are all the people in CIA blind
At this time, Sergeant Michael William of the Los Angeles Police Department got out of the car and walked over to him.
"We can't wait any longer. We should rush in to rescue people immediately! The reporters are watching. The longer we delay, the more unfavorable the situation will be for us. If the army doesn't come, let the sat people take action-"
"Twenty New Zealand embassy staff, as well as Jiang Chen and his CEO. Even the White House does not dare to take risks with the hostages they have. Do you understand what I mean? Sheriff William." Lawrence said with a gloomy expression.
"Then we'll wait here?" Michael glanced at the embassy door bitterly and said.
"That's all we can do now." Lawrence looked in the direction of the embassy. Even from this position, he could only see a rough outline.
Just then, the phone rang.
Lawrence and Sheriff William looked at each other, and finally William stepped forward to answer the phone.
As expected, it was a call from the White House, and it was from the President herself. She asked immediately as soon as the call was connected.
"How is it going?"
"Too bad, we have to prepare for the worst—"
"Mr. William." Hillary interrupted.
"yes… ?"
"I don't care what means you use, I only ask for one thing, Jiang Chen must live, do you understand?"
Sheriff William held his breath, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and it took him a while before he spoke.
"clear."
After hanging up, Hillary pinched her sore brow and then called the Presidential Palace of the New Republic on Coro Island. When things have developed to this point, it is no longer possible to hide it. Calling yourself is always more sincere than calling the other party to ask.
…
Even now, the United States does not know that the bargaining chip that makes them frightened is not in this building.
Kamt Rothschild also did not expect this. They searched the embassy for possible hiding places, but they could not find where Jiang Chen was hiding. The only possibility is that Jiang Chen deceived the FBI and did not stay in the embassy as he stated, but sneaked away to another place.
Since there is optical invisibility as a cover, it shouldn't be difficult to avoid the FBI's spy.
Jiang Chen is not here. From this point of view, this operation has failed.
But luckily, Xia Shiyu is here and they have an alternative plan available.
According to the information from the Freemasons, this woman named Xia Shiyu is not only the CEO of the Future People Group, but also the mistress of the owner of the Future People Group. Kamt didn't know if he could lure Jiang Chen out by using her as a bargaining chip. After all, there were many women who were rumored to have relationships with him that went beyond friendship.
As for the identity of the group CEO, he didn't expect much. After all, for a behemoth like the Future People Group, there are as many high-end workers as you want.
He was betting that Jiang Chen would get the phone instead of going to the US government and urging the US to immediately attack the militants in the embassy.
"The identity of the other party has been identified. Kamt Rothschild is a member of the Rothschild family. He disappeared while participating in a mountaineering club event in Europe in 2009. A total of 16 mercenaries led by him are the remnants of Arrow Company. , a former member of the Poison Arrow Special Forces..."
In the desert between Nevada and California, Jiang Chen sat in the cockpit of the Aurora-20, adjusting various instruments of the aircraft while listening to the reports of the ghost agents deployed in Los Angeles.
"knew."
"Any more orders?" Bernice asked.
"Go to a place for me. There may be someone waiting for me there and watching him, but don't do anything yet." Jiang Chen reached out and tapped on his watch, then transferred the coordinates Kamt sent him to Bernice.
After receiving the coordinates, Bernice bit her lower lip gently and opened her mouth hesitantly.
"What's the problem?" Jiang Chen asked.
"No, no..." Although she knew she was not qualified to ask, she hesitated for a moment and then asked, "... Do you plan to give up the people in the embassy?"
Her best friend and closest comrade-in-arms was currently in the embassy. If it weren't for the order from her superiors, she would have been unable to restrain herself and rushed in.
"Did I say that?" Jiang Chen said calmly after checking the weapon system.
"Sorry, I'm too talkative."
"It's okay, just go as soon as you receive the coordinates."
After saying that, Jiang Chen hung up the communication, took a deep breath, and put his hand on the joystick.
Fifteen minutes ago, he slipped out of Area 51, climbed over the nearby sand dunes as quickly as possible, arrived in the desert 2 kilometers away from the military base, and then returned to the end of the world.
Half an hour later, Jiang Chen returned to the desert. Returning with him from the apocalypse was an Aurora-20 fully loaded with ammunition.
"With all due respect, you only have 2 hours of virtual flight time. I'm afraid it's not a good idea to operate the real aircraft directly." Jane's emotionless voice sounded in Jiang Chen's ears, but it did not change his decision. .
"I know." After confirming that no steps were missed, Jiang Chen slowly closed his eyes, "Even a talented pilot needs to train for half a year."
"That's my opinion too," Jane said.
"But it doesn't apply to me." When he said this, Jiang Chen had already opened his eyes.
The dark pupils turned a layer of blood red.
Within his field of vision, the originally unfamiliar instrument dials were more familiar than ever in his mind.
Hidden genetic code—unparalleled!
"I haven't used it for a long time." Jiang Chen muttered to himself, pushing the throttle forward with his left hand, and skillfully adjusted the direction of the engine with his right hand.
The sand and dust were blown around by the jet airflow. Under the action of lift, the Aurora-20 bounced vertically to a height of ten or twenty meters. After a brief pause, the engine adjusted its direction and at the same time ejected more violent airflow, like an aurora rushing into the night sky... (.)