The moment the embassy was hit by the "missile", the streets of Venice were completely boiling. One corner of the entire embassy was cut off, exposing the steel bars in the concrete. The splashing cement blocks even hit the armored vehicle at the street entrance, which shows how powerful the impact was.
The American soldier leaning on the back of the armored vehicle stuck his head out, looked at the messy embassy, and couldn't help but say something.
"TF? What is that?"
"Missiles? Or something?"
"It doesn't look like... Do you think the thing that fell just now looks like a person?"
If the police hadn't desperately stopped them, those reporters would have rushed into the embassy immediately. They are eager to know what exactly hit the embassy just now, and they have reason to believe that the viewers waiting in front of the TV are also eager to know this.
SAT leaned at the door of the embassy, with the automatic rifle in his hand already loaded. He just waited for the command from his superiors and rushed in to teach the terrorists who had beaten them to shame. However, faced with the prepared report from his subordinates, Los Angeles Police Chief Michael William seemed quite hesitant.
He has not yet received authorization from the White House.
In other words, the White House has not yet obtained authorization from the new country.
Lawrence leaned against the streetlight and put his cell phone to his ear. This was already the tenth call he had received. Half of them come from the White House and half from Congress and FI. Everyone wants to know what happened, what hit the embassy, and are the people inside the embassy still alive
as well as…
Has war broken out
Lawrence saw with his peripheral vision that the people gathered outside the cordon had no sense of the seriousness of the situation. Many people are busy uploading the captured photos to Twitter or Facebook, sharing their shock at this moment.
"I swear! I just saw it! It was definitely not a missile, that was a man! No, it was Iron Man! Jesus, this is crazy!"
"... Do superheroes really exist?"
"Why aren't our police still moving? What are they waiting for!"
Lawrence withdrew his gaze, sighed, and turned his gaze to the half-collapsed embassy, while praying in his heart.
Don't let anything happen...
…
With green smoke rising from the muzzle, Jiang Chen put away the tactical rifle in his hand and removed the power armor on his body.
Having already asked for the information he wanted, Jiang Chen naturally had no need to let Kamt Rothschild live. As a descendant of the Rothschild family, he was separated from Carmen by more than three generations, so he had no value enough to be used as a bargaining chip.
As a gatekeeper, he knew much more than Jiang Chen imagined.
Whenever members of the 33rd degree of Freemasonry hold a secret meeting, as the gatekeeper, he will stand at the door of the meeting room. Although he did not deliberately inquire about the content of the meeting, he still knew the list of members of the 33rd degree of Freemasonry and the meeting place.
Taking out the satellite phone, Jiang Chen put the rifle aside, sat on the sofa, and dialed Aisha's number.
"Are you OK!"
There was a rare hint of anxiety and panic in Aisha's voice.
Hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Chen smiled with relief.
"I'm fine. The crisis in the embassy has been resolved. In addition, I also found a lot of interesting information from the gatekeeper."
Ayesha breathed a sigh of relief and whispered with a hint of complaint.
"Next time... don't do this."
"Don't worry, I know what's appropriate." Jiang Chen said nonchalantly, leaning on the cushions of the sofa, crossing his legs and continuing, "The remaining work is to clean up. I need you to send more manpower to Europe. It's time. Let’s end it.”
Aisha closed her eyes slightly and said seriously: "Leave it to me."
"Also, give Zhang Yaping a shout. I need the new government to put pressure on the U.S. government. I happen to have a very interesting confession in hand, and it happens to belong to a certain CIA agent." Jiang Chen grinned, "This It will be our breakthrough point to blackmail the White House."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen stretched out and looked at Zhu Yu, who was lying on the other sofa.
The drone had simply stopped the bleeding and bandaged her wound, and after completing its task, it hovered next to her. Jiang Chen summoned the drone back through the holographic screen, reached out and threw it back into the storage space.
The drone downstairs was still hovering at the door of the hostage room, but there were no mercenaries still alive in the entire villa. That set of powered armor must not be hidden from everyone's eyes. I think many rescued embassy staff will express doubts about it later. And why he is not in the embassy, these are secrets that need to be kept.
Although there are a lot of troubles, Jiang Chen believes that Xia Shiyu will definitely find a solution for him.
After finishing the aftermath, when the outside world was confused about the situation in the embassy, Jiang Chen made a phone call with the White House.
After the call was connected, Jiang Chen unceremoniously took over the initiative and spoke in a calm yet angry tone.
"Mrs. Clinton, I need an explanation for this attack."
"I'm really sorry for what happened to you and the staff of your embassy, Mr. Jiang Chen. I understand your anger and pain, but please believe me, we are also victims of terrorism. A total of forty Americans died in the attacks, some of them were police officers and some were private citizens. They might be the father of a child, or the husband of a wife—"
Although the tone is quite sincere, the attitude of putting oneself in the position of the victim undoubtedly abdicates all responsibility. Should I be called a former Secretary of State? On diplomatic issues, Hillary is undoubtedly a difficult opponent.
However, Jiang Chen interrupted her without mercy.
"Want to listen to a recording first?" Jiang Chen grinned.
Hillary was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Jiang Chen meant.
"I'll just assume you agree." With these words, Jiang Chen turned on the holographic screen of his watch and played the recording that Bernice had obtained through truth serum torture.
…
(wind noise)
Ghost Agent: "What are you doing here?"
Stephen: “Just in case.”
Ghost Agent: "What does just in case mean?"
Stephen: "Literally... If he comes, I will kill him. If he doesn't come, then the operation failed..."
Ghost Agent: "Who is he?"
Stephen: "Your boss, Jiang Chen."
…
When the recording was halfway through, Jiang Chen noticed that even the breathing on the other end of the phone was frozen. Until half a minute after he turned off the recording, not a word was said on the other end of the phone.
The CIA is suspected of murdering invited foreign dignitaries and even colluding with terrorists. Once exposed, this scandal will not only destroy the diplomatic credibility of the United States for decades, but will even shake the foundation of the current federal government. If the Republican Party takes this opportunity to attack, the Hillary administration may become the shortest-term U.S. president in a century.
Just as Jiang Chen expected, this was a sufficiently heavy bargaining chip.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, patiently waiting for Hillary's reply.
"If you are not impressed by the name Stephen, I can remind you appropriately. His identity is the CIA's special agent in charge, affiliated with the Ukraine Action Team. And now, his people are in our hands."
After a long silence, Hillary stopped beating around the bush and spoke.
"Just tell me what you want." (.)
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