The night shrouded Los Santos, and the bright neon lights decorated the bustling city into a city that never sleeps.
The cool sea breeze blew through the streets and blew away the heat accumulated during the day. The crowd on the street corners did not decrease at all, and the halo of the headlights created a hazy outline.
This was the economic and cultural center of the West Coast of North America. Hundreds of years of peace had accumulated unimaginable wealth here. Even if there were some minor twists and turns recently, people's faces were not shrouded in gloominess.
Regardless of ethnicity, people were proud of this city from the bottom of their hearts and believed that tomorrow would be better.
Late at night also belonged to Venice Street.
Because of the recent attack, the defense around the Xin Embassy was adjusted. After consulting with the Capital, the FBA assigned some agents to assist the Los Santos police to investigate the terrorist attack that occurred during the parade, and the CIB replaced the assigned agents.
Wearing a black coat, Brad leaned against the door of the car. Because the target had been staying in the embassy these days, as Lawrence's right-hand man, he temporarily took over the defense of the embassy.
Looking at the lights in the embassy, Brad felt a little bored.
Even the most arrogant terrorist would not have the strength and courage to attack the Xin Embassy jointly guarded by the FBA and the CIB. Support helicopters were on standby on the tarmac of the FBA branch, and the FBA sniper squad was deployed not far away. It was no exaggeration to say that the security level here was second only to the three places.
The Pentagon, the Capital, and the Congress.
Like a door god, the CIB agent standing directly across from him handed out a cigarette and grinned.
"Do you smoke?"
"Thank you."
Brad took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, took out a lighter, and lit the cigarette. The CIB agent who handed him the cigarette couldn't wait to borrow a lighter, lit one for himself, and blew out a smoke ring.
"My name is Evan Keynes. What about you?"
"Brad Wayne."
"How many times have you been on a mission?" Keynes asked.
"I don't remember." Brad shook his head.
A hint of surprise appeared on Keynes' face, and then a look of interest appeared on his face.
"You don't remember? Sh * t, you must be an old friend. Have you been to Iraq? "
"No, my work is mainly in the country." Brad shook his head.
He was starting to feel that the person in front of him was a little too talkative. However, Mr. Keynes did not have the slightest self-awareness. Instead of stopping the conversation, he vividly recounted his service in Iraq.
"I've been there. It's terrible. There's sand everywhere, camels, and bombs …"
Brad frowned slightly as he listened to his colleague's incessant chatter.
Smoking was fine, but chatting while on duty was somewhat inappropriate. Anyone with the slightest bit of experience would know that chatting would distract one's attention and weaken one's reaction to unexpected situations. Although he didn't think anything would happen, his attitude was a very important issue.
Brad was now certain that this agent was most likely a rookie. As for the reason why they retreated from the frontlines, it was most likely because they were too talkative and affected their mission.
Shifting his gaze to the opposite street, Brad selectively ignored him.
Why would a newcomer be sent here? What were those idiots in the CIA thinking?
At the corner across the street, a van with a Hollywood poster slowly stopped by the side of the road. The car seemed to have some kind of problem. The owner opened the door and got out of the car. He looked around the tire a few times, took out his phone, and seemed to call the car repair company. Then he walked to the store next to him.
Just as Brad was trying to see what movie was promoted on the poster, a similar truck appeared on the other side of the road and slowly drove over along with the traffic.
Just then, Brad frowned slightly, and an indescribable sense of incongruity surged in his heart.
Almost subconsciously, he reached out and took off the intercom on his shoulder.
"Jamie, the truck twenty meters to your left, go up and check it."
"Roger."
The plainclothes agent standing next to the car not far away walked to the truck parked on the side of the road. He first looked at the things in the driver's seat, then walked to the container behind the truck. However, at this moment, the truck passing by the road in front of the embassy suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.
"There's something wrong with that car." Keynes looked at the middle of the road and said what Brad was thinking.
However, before everyone had time to react, the truck in the middle of the road suddenly burst into flames behind the container.
"Boom —!!!"
A crimson fireball suddenly enveloped the entire truck. The shockwave even overturned the car following behind, shattering the windows of all the vehicles within a radius of ten meters, as well as the glass windows of the shops. Lawrence abruptly lowered his head, and the flying debris swept over his head almost at the same time.
However, Keynes, who was standing next to him, was not so lucky. A pool of blood was already scattered on the iron gate behind him, and aluminum alloy fragments cruelly penetrated his neck and chest.
The explosion happened quite suddenly.
The fleeing cars collided together, and the traffic was the first to fall into chaos. People on the street screamed and fled, and the braver ones took out their phones to call the police as they ran. The car's burglar alarm rang loudly, rendering the chaos on the street …
Although the entrance of the embassy was ten meters away from the road, this distance was nothing for a bomb! Brad immediately pulled out the pistol in his arms and aimed at the still burning wreckage and the chaotic crowd.
In an instant, Brad had already sorted out the thoughts of the attackers.
The first wave of attack was just to create chaos!
The real attack was the second wave!
"DAMMIT, ARE THEY CRAZY?!"
Brad's expression was ferocious, his teeth clenched, and he stared at the fleeing crowd, wary of possible attackers. At the same time, he reached out to his shoulder and reported the situation to the FBA Los Santos Branch.
"There was a terrorist attack at the entrance of the Xin Embassy! I repeat, there was a terrorist attack at the entrance of the Xin Embassy … "
The fire engine had already sensed it first. The firefighters wearing respirators and carrying cans rushed to the burning wreckage in the middle of the road. However, at this moment, Brad discovered that Jamie, who went to investigate the truck parked on the side of the road not far away, was already lying in a pool of blood …
The door of the truck had already opened, and a team of soldiers armed to the teeth with assault rifles jumped onto the road.
Without any identification, they neatly loaded their weapons and spread out to the surrounding bunkers like a professional army. The muzzles in their hands were already pointed in this direction from afar.
Brad's pupils suddenly contracted.
No matter who they were, one thing was certain. They were definitely not SWAT coming to support!
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