At ten o 'clock in the evening, in a hotel less than a kilometer away from K Street, Jacob Wood carried his briefcase and hurried out of the elevator, leaving the elegantly decorated lobby.
His face was rather haggard, as if he had not slept since yesterday. One call after another came to his cell phone, and they were all powerful people. Out of desperation and panic, he turned off his phone, fled his apartment, and hid in this hotel.
He didn't understand why those people found him and not someone else.
His job, career, family, and relationships were all destroyed because of that report. There was no doubt that he had been involved in a political storm. And based on his past experience, professions such as journalists, private detectives, and hackers often ended badly once they were involved in a political storm.
However, what he didn't understand was that it was just an insignificant report. Why did these people have such a huge reaction?
Originally, he planned to stay here for a few more days, but when he returned at noon, he found that someone had been to his room and found a bug on the bedside table. Obviously, he couldn't stay in Capital anymore. He decided to go to Colorado to find his brother and stay there for a while until the storm passed.
A Ford slowly stopped on the side of the road.
The door of the driver's seat opened, and a man in a suit with a crew cut walked out and walked straight to Wood.
"Hello, are you Mr. Jacob Wood?"
A polite inquiry came from the front. Wood subconsciously wanted to answer yes, but he quickly recovered, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his voice.
"No, you have the wrong person."
"Is that so?" The man looked around, took out a photo from his pocket, and glanced at Wood with a faint smile.
The look in his eyes was quite uncomfortable, especially the behavior of comparing the photo in front of him. Just as Wood frowned and was about to lose his temper, two black men in suits stood behind him and blocked all his escape routes.
A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. At the same time, a low voice sounded behind him.
"I advise you to be honest. We still have room for negotiation."
Listening to the crackling sound that drilled out of his fist, Wood trembled and swallowed.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing much, I just wanted to have a good chat with you." With that said, the man in the suit smiled. "If you don't want anything unpleasant to happen, you'd better follow us into the car —"
Before he finished speaking, a Hummer suddenly appeared from the corner.
Two strong headlights were turned on. Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, the Hummer crashed straight in this direction.
Without any hesitation, the man in the suit rushed to the side, and the two black men also covered their eyes and ran to the sides. As for Jacob Wood, who was previously surrounded by them, no one paid any attention to him.
To them, it didn't matter if Wood died or not.
Of course, it would be good if they could control it and help them continue to work, but if it died just like that, there were other things they could do.
However, the Hummer that seemed to be out of control did not crash into Wood as the man in the suit thought. Instead, it suddenly made a turn and hit one of the black bodyguards.
With a bang, the two-hundred-pound brawny man was like a kite with a broken string. He was directly hit by the Hummer and blood splattered all over the wall. The car door suddenly opened, and two men wearing sunglasses and baseball caps quickly jumped out and dragged Wood, who was scared out of his wits, into the car.
Seeing this scene, the other black man immediately took out a submachine gun from his coat. However, before he could pull the trigger, there was a short gunshot in the distance. A sniper bullet hit his chest and shot him to the ground.
Screams came one after another. The passers-by who saw the car accident and were ready to come to help immediately screamed and ran away after seeing the submachine gun and hearing the gunshot. Some people even took out their phones and dialed 911 as they ran.
Everyone's faces were filled with fear and difficulty in executing the order.
This is Washington!
The political center of the United States!
Who was so bold as to start a fight here?!
"SH * T!"
The man in the suit lying on the ground just took out his pistol. When he saw his teammate was shot, he shivered and crawled behind the dumpster next to him. With a sniper rifle pointed at him, he couldn't care less about the hijacked target and immediately pressed the Bluetooth headset on his ear.
"The target is hijacked! The hijacker is driving a Hummer, license plate number XXXX, and is fleeing to L Street! Be careful! They have sniper support! "
…
She unhurriedly dismantled the sniper rifle into parts and put them into her backpack. She didn't go down the stairs directly. Instead, she hooked the hook to the water pipe on the roof and threw the rope down the ten-story building. She then slid down with the rope hooked onto it.
She landed in an alley and pulled out a motorcycle from behind the dumpster. She put on the helmet and stepped on it with her slender legs. With a stream of exhaust, the roar of the engine soon drifted far away from the intersection of the alley.
"The target has been controlled. The person should now be in the hands of the B City Consortium." While galloping on the streets of Washington, Bernice reported the situation on the UA side to Jiang Chen.
"Very good, that person in their hands is the same as in our hands. They know what to do." Jiang Chen nodded. "How's the situation on your side? I just saw the news. You seem to have made a lot of noise? "
"When the B City Consortium's people arrived, Morgan and Rockefeller's people had already hijacked the target and were armed. Just in case, I fired a shot from a distance to support them. Now the police haven't noticed me for the time being. They are pursuing the fleeing Hummer. "
"Mhmm, report to me later. You withdraw from the Capital first." Jiang Chen nodded.
"Yes."
After the phone hung up, Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha standing on the side.
"The situation may be more serious than we thought, but fortunately, we found the person."
Fortunately, Jacob Wood was controlled by the B City Consortium. Otherwise, as long as the person who "told the truth" died, even if John Kennedy didn't do anything, his campaign image would be tainted.
As long as public opinion was slightly guided, people could easily associate Wood's death with the report he signed before his death.
"The editor-in-chief of the Washington Post is under control. What's the next step?" Ayesha asked.
"The next step is to find out from his mouth who instigated him to publish that report, and then follow the clues to uproot the planner and executor of the whole incident." After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "It's the final moment. Any possible accidents must be ruled out."
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