Inside the Empire Hotel, Carmen placed his phone on the table, picked up the wine glass, and walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window. The night was dark outside. Looking at his own reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window and the street dotted with police lights, he grinned.
The bright red wine swirled and added a touch of cruelty to his smile.
Armored vehicles full of SWAT officers flashed across the street. Helicopters hovered low above Ber.
The door to the presidential suite opened.
Johnson in a black suit walked in and gently closed the door.
"The actors have exited."
"Not bad."
His fingers rhythmically tapped the wine glass as Carmen seemed to be deep in thought.
Johnson, who stood behind him, held his breath as he waited for his order.
"Johnson."
Johnson straightened his chest and was ready to accept the order.
"Yes!"
But to his surprise, his boss didn't immediately give him any orders. Instead, he spoke with deep meaning.
"Ber is an interesting place."
Carmen's words confused Johnson, and he couldn't help but look at his boss inquiringly.
As if he saw Johnson's confusion from the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window, Carmen chuckled.
"Johnson, you once served in the French Foreign Legion, right?"
"Yes, boss," Johnson said in an undertone.
"What is the scene closest to Hell that you've seen?" Carmen asked softly.
Johnson seriously thought about his boss's question and answered after a moment.
"In 2008, Haiti had a riot. Our platoon followed the peacekeeping force to Haiti. Their mission was to maintain the local order, and our mission was to rescue the French diplomats trapped in the embassy. When we left the city, we were attacked by the opposition forces … They were the regular army and thought we were an international aid organization transporting food. In the country that overthrew 15 presidents in 72 years, there was no logic to speak of. Our commander was also decisive. Without any verbal communication, they fired first, we immediately returned fire. They blocked us, we killed our way out. "
"How many people died?" Carmen asked nonchalantly.
Johnson shook his dark head.
"That operation wasn't recorded in the files. I only remember a lot of people fell at the scene."
Neither of them cared about death. But at this moment, the face reflected in the red wine glass was even more cruel.
"That is the Hell you've seen? You're too small. "Carmen grinned.
Johnson shrugged. "Not many people will die in a modern war."
"Really?"
Carmen left the floor-to-ceiling window and placed the red wine on the expensive mahogany table.
"This city has the honor of witnessing history again. Johnson, remember what I said today. The decision made by the Rothschild family today is to prevent hell from descending. "
"As you wish." Johnson nodded.
"Also, I need you to do something for me."
Hearing that the boss had a mission for him, Johnson immediately put on a serious expression and stood straight.
"Please instruct me."
"There's a fish that slipped through the net. Help me get rid of it."
"Who?"
"Our respected Deputy Prime Minister, Mr. Evelyn Gistwit."
…
Three gunshots came from the direction of the library.
Thinking that Ayesha was still there, Jiang Chen felt a sense of unease. As he ran toward the library's underground parking lot, he took out the Type-11 pistol from his storage dimension and stuffed it into his wallet.
The streetlights lengthened his shadow. There were no signs of students on the path he ran past. The security in foreign countries was not as stable as Hua. Few people went out at night, not to mention the lockdown outside.
When he ran into the underground parking lot, he saw Ayesha and the four bodyguards standing next to the two black Mercedes-Benz. He let out a sigh of relief.
"There were gunshots in the garage?"
"No, it should be in the library." Ayesha shook her head. Seeing that Jiang Chen returned safely, she was relieved. "Please return to the car. It's not safe outside."
Then, Ayesha extended her hand to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen understood the meaning behind her determined eyes as he reached into his pocket and took out a pistol and a silencer before handing them to her. Because she didn't have a gun license, the weapons were all with Jiang Chen.
Ayesha took the pistol and quickly installed the accessories on the pistol before putting it into the pocket of her suit. Although there was no guarantee of a battle, since there were gunshots, it was better to be prepared.
But just as Jiang Chen was about to get into the car, a voice stopped him.
"Please wait, Mr. Jiang Chen."
Jiang Chen's hand stopped on the door. Next to the elevator in the garage, a middle-aged man in a suit was running to him while panting. Ayesha put her hand in her pocket to be on guard, and the other four bodyguards also stood in front of Jiang Chen in a defensive posture.
With the light from the underground garage, Jiang Chen saw the face clearly. He immediately gestured to the bodyguards not to be nervous and let the man walk in front of him.
Evelyn, the Deputy Prime Minister of Frankberg. Jiang Chen just shook hands with him.
"Mr. Deputy Prime Minister, what are you —"
Because of his age and the fact that he was wearing leather shoes, the short distance of one hundred meters was already too much for him. Evelyn adjusted his chaotic breathing with his hands on his knees. He stood up straight and looked at Jiang Chen seriously.
"Although it's a bit presumptuous, please help me, Mr. Jiang Chen."
Just as he said this, Jiang Chen noticed a trace of blood on the left shoulder of his suit. Moreover, the bodyguards who were originally following him were all gone.
"Help you … Can you tell me what happened first?"
When Jiang Chen said this, he was hesitant. He was about to leave Frankberg, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. However, it was the Deputy Prime Minister who made the request. For various reasons, he couldn't refuse.
"There's no time to explain. Their people are coming." As Evelyn said this, he nervously looked at the elevator. "Please, take me away from here."
Jiang Chen only hesitated for a second before four dazzling headlights lit up at the entrance of the underground garage. Evelyn covered his head and squatted on the ground. Four gunshots came one after another from the distance.
The whooshing sound in his ear shocked him. Although he was wearing a carbon nano bulletproof vest, guns were no joke. The four bodyguards surrounded Jiang Chen as a meat shield. Ayesha opened the bulletproof door and pulled out the pistol to return fire.
Because she was wearing sunglasses, the headlights didn't cause serious interference to Ayesha's vision. Two bullets penetrated the window and the driver's head without any suspense. One of the two vans that rushed over immediately broke down and crashed into the cement pillar on the side of the road.
Seeing that Jiang Chen fired back, the driver of the other van suddenly turned the steering wheel and drifted the van to Jiang Chen's side. The militants wearing baseball caps and masks quickly got out of the van and fired behind cover.
It was too late for Jiang Chen to hesitate. With the gunshot, even if he didn't want to help the Deputy Prime Minister, he had to.
"Turn on the radio shield! Don't just stand there, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest. Hide behind cover and prepare to return fire! "
"Roger!"
He opened the door and shoved Evelyn into the back seat. Then he reached under the seat, took out a suitcase from the storage dimension in the shadow, and threw it out of the car.
After the Celestial Trade bodyguards caught the suitcase, they were already behind the concrete pillar. They skillfully took out pistols and magazines and threw the weapons to their comrades. The four bodyguards were armed in three seconds, loaded the bullets, and began to fight back.
Fortunately, both sides were using pistols, and in terms of penetration and trajectory stability, Jiang Chen's side was clearly superior.
However, at this moment, the elevator door opened a hundred meters behind Jiang Chen.
The people above the library had caught up!
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