"Will he go?" Gasol, the vice-captain of the Poison Arrow Mercenary Group, sitting opposite Kamut, asked in a deep voice.
"Fifty percent probability, but it's worth our gamble." Kamt glanced at the machine gun in the window, "After all, we don't have any better choice besides this."
The embassy has been surrounded by SATs. The muzzles of armored vehicles can be seen outside the door, and even heavily armed US soldiers can be seen. If it weren't for Jiang Chen and the New Zealand diplomats who were probably in the embassy to make the White House put the enemy on the line, the country would have launched an offensive long ago given its stubbornness to never compromise with terrorists.
"If he goes." Gasol grinned, it seemed like he was smiling, but there was something different about it.
Kamter laughed and leaned his rifle against the edge of his chair.
"Stephen will finish it off for us."
As if his fate had been decided, the two looked at each other and smiled. It's just that they didn't give the slightest thought to their own destiny.
From the moment they arrived in Los Angeles, they had no intention of returning alive. For the gatekeeper, by getting rid of Jiang Chen, he has fulfilled his mission. He is worthy of the Rothschild name and the meaning of existence given to him by the Freemasons.
For the Poison Arrow Mercenary Group... they are both for faith and revenge.
"What should I do with this guy?" Gasol pointed with his chin at Zhu Yu, who was lying in a pool of blood.
Because there was no bandage, the agent had lost so much blood that he was dying. If nothing was done, he might die soon.
Kamt tapped his fingers on the armrest, thought for a moment, and turned on the headset on his head.
The call was quickly connected, Kamte said slowly.
"You have 30 minutes left. Perhaps I need to remind you that our patience is limited."
After turning on Wushuang, the emotions were stripped from his body, and Jiang Chen said expressionlessly: "Oh."
Kamte raised his eyebrows, Jiang Chen's tone made him a little unpredictable.
"In thirty minutes, if you haven't shown up—"
"Five minutes is enough."
The communication was hung up. Kamte was stunned for a moment and looked at Gasol.
"What's wrong?" Gasol asked.
"I always feel like something is wrong." Kamte frowned.
…
The Aurora-20 speeding above the clouds did not attract the radar's attention. After hanging up the communication, Jiang Chen opened the throttle. Under his operation, the vortex engine changed direction and began to slow down, and the Aurora-20 also instantly switched from a flying attitude to a vertical take-off and landing suspension attitude.
Horizontal speed drops to 0.
Jiang Chen reached out and unfastened the nylon buckle on his body, freeing himself from the constraints of the pilot's seat.
The blood redness faded from his pupils, and the Wushuang state was released in an instant. Jiang Chen reached out and slapped the joystick of the fighter jet, and threw the entire fighter jet into the storage space.
The cold air flowed around his body. Jiang Chen did not stay in the air for too long. In the next moment, he was transferred to the real world, and his back touched the soft bed.
The T-3 powered armor was placed next to the bed. The anti-radar-coated outer shell exuded a faint bright silver brilliance. The legs and feet were equipped with anti-impact modules, and there was a slow-descent jet on his back. After the ship put on the power armor, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and disappeared into the room.
On the streets of Venice, reporters pointed their rifles at the occupied embassy from afar, standing in front of the camera and making reports. The Los Angeles police stood at a loss behind the police car, looking at the SAT special forces and agents who were also at a loss.
The U.S. military not far away was holding a combat meeting, but almost half an hour had passed since they stepped off the Osprey transport plane, and they still made no move.
Bain, a reporter from Columbia TV, squatted on the side of the road, ate the hot dog in his hand carelessly, clapped his greasy hands, and was about to return to the camera when another whistling sound came from the air.
Bain looked up into the empty night sky, tilted his neck and thought.
How many times has this happened? The US military's F35s whizzed past Los Angeles, but often only circled briefly before returning to a nearby air force base. Maybe they think they can put pressure on terrorists in this way? Or let the American people know that the federal government has not done nothing.
But the fact is, they did nothing.
Under the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations, embassies enjoy a high degree of diplomatic immunity. Breaking into the embassy is not allowed without the authorization of the new country, even for the purpose of rescuing and exterminating terrorists.
Yes, for some unknown reason, the new country refused the U.S. authorization to enter the embassy. If the US military enters the embassy at this time, there is only one way, and that is to take back the new country's right to use the leased land of the embassy in Los Angeles. In short, it is to expel diplomats from the new country... Of course it is impossible for the United States to do this. Rather, it would be better to say that the new country's refusal to authorize it made Hillary relieved.
Facing heavily armed mercenaries, she really didn't have the confidence to launch a rescue without harming the hostages. And once something goes wrong with Jiang Chen, there is no guarantee that the intercontinental missiles staying on the seabed will still stay there.
Facing inquiries from domestic and foreign reporters, the White House press secretary hypocritically expressed "regret" for New Zealand's refusal to authorize the US military to enter the New Zealand embassy. At the same time, he once again emphasized that terrorism in any form is the public enemy of all mankind. The United States We will never compromise with terrorism...
You see, it's not that we don't do anything, it's that the New Kingdom doesn't allow us to go.
Shaking his head, Bain withdrew his gaze from the night sky and was about to return to his camera. However, at this moment, his eyes looking into the sky seemed to be glued to the sky, staring at the top of the embassy...
Flames wrapped around the lower edge of the power armor, looking like a flickering meteor from a distance. The airflow condensed into a scorching hot cyclone in the bowl-shaped impact-resistant modules on the soles of the feet, and fell vertically from the roof of the embassy with a roar that broke the sound barrier.
This is a blind spot for the militants in the embassy.
Jiang Chen's eyes were fixed on the sloping roof, and the heat source information of the enemy units had been marked in his window. As for how he did it, we have to start with the chip implanted in the back of the ghost agent's neck and the cameras in the embassy...
Without any buffer, the power armor directly smashed the roof with a hard landing. Along with the dust, the three mercenaries in the hostage room were crushed into pieces, including the tiles on the ceiling and floor of the second floor.
Outside Venice Street, reporters, police, SAT, the Army in a meeting, and onlookers who did not know the truth had only one expression, and that was undisguised sluggishness. They didn't know what that thing was. When they realized it, it had already hit the New Zealand Embassy.
The entire embassy seemed to have been shelled, with a corner cut off.
Also confused were the hostages huddled in the corner. Because they were in the corner, the collapse that happened in an instant hardly caused them much harm. The mercenaries standing in the center of the room were not so lucky...
The bloodstained mercenary reluctantly raised his pistol and pointed it at the steel monster standing up from the dust.
Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to push aside the drooping steel and concrete debris in front of him. Ignoring the spitting gun flames and incoming projectiles, he reached out and slapped the pistol in his hand, and pinched his neck -
Blood stains were sprinkled on the surface of the steel armor, making the already ferocious armor even more bloodthirsty.
Jiang Chen looked out the window and saw the American soldiers and SATs at the door ready to move, but it was obvious that they had not yet obtained authorization to enter the embassy... In other words, the Presidential Office of the New Kingdom, which had already had a deal with Jiang Chen, did not approve the United States Authorization to enter the embassy.
Turning his head, Jiang Chen saw eyes full of fear but inexplicable relief from behind the half-collapsed ruins. Apart from being scratched on the forehead by falling cement fragments and covered in dust, Xia Shiyu did not suffer any injuries.
Not only Xia Shiyu, but also the head of the New Zealand Embassy and all the diplomats were safe and sound.
After confirming the safety of the hostages, Jiang Chen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
We have finally caught up, and Bernice has almost made the change.
At exactly this moment, a communication request was sent to Jiang Chen's watch.
"The target location has been reached."
"It's time to take action." Jiang Chen said calmly.
"yes."
After receiving the order, Bernice ended the communication.
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a trace of anger flashed between Jiang Chen's eyes. The triangular barrel popped out from the steel right arm, making a noisy buzz of death as it rotated. Jiang Chen stepped over the rubble and threw out the fully loaded Hummingbird drone and the small drone from the storage space. After entering the computer terminal and setting the order to protect the hostages, he walked forward along the corridor.
A strong wind struck from the side, and the mercenary hiding behind the door swung the steel helmet with a tactical hatchet. This fierce action seemed flawless, but he obviously did not consider the hardness of the A-shaped steel. The ax blade couldn't even knock off a layer of iron on his helmet, and his right arm was cut off by the swung dagger.
Ignoring the mercenaries who fell to the ground screaming and bleeding profusely, Jiang Chen continued to move forward.
The mercenaries crouching behind the bunker vented their fear into the bullets of their rifles, trying to drive back the killing armor with firepower. However, the jumping sparks were reflected in their pupils. Even the mechanical exoskeletons aimed at the Star Ring trade and the special rifle ammunition with enhanced armor-piercing performance could not defend the people on the opposite side.
The grenade was thrown at Jiang Chen.
The hot wind from the explosion blew across the armor's surface, and apart from a series of clanking noises, it failed to bring any comfort to the mercenaries who were completely immersed in fear.
The fear didn't last long, including the coming pain.
Jiang Chen raised the rotating triangular barrel and pulled the trigger.
In an orange-yellow trajectory, blood and fire ended their lives... (.)
</>txt download address:
cell phone:
Post a book review:
For convenience next time, you can "Add Bookmark" at the top to record the record of this time (), and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf! Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.). Morningstar LL thanks you for your support! !