"Will he go?" Sitting across from Cham, Gasol, the deputy captain of the Poison Arrow Mercenaries, asked in a deep voice.
"The probability is 50%, but it's worth our gamble." Cham glanced at the machine gun in the window. "After all, we don't have a better choice."
The embassy had been surrounded by SWAT, and the muzzles of armored vehicles could be seen outside the door, and even heavily armed UA soldiers could be seen. If it weren't for Jiang Chen and the diplomats of Xin in the embassy that made the Capitol hesitate, they would have attacked the embassy already with the country's uncompromising attitude towards terrorists.
"If he goes." Gasol grinned, it seemed to be a smile, but it was a bit different.
Cham laughed and leaned the rifle against the edge of the chair.
"Stephen will wrap things up for us."
As if his fate had been decided, the two looked at each other and smiled. Only for their own fate, they didn't consider it in the slightest.
From the moment they arrived in Los Santos, they didn't plan to go back alive. For the gatekeeper, getting rid of Jiang Chen would be considered as fulfilling his mission. He was worthy of the Rothschild family name and the meaning that the Freemasonry gave him to exist.
For the Poison Arrow Mercenaries … they did it for faith and for revenge.
"What about this guy?" Gasol pointed to Zhu Yu lying in a pool of blood with his chin.
Because there was no bandage, the agent had lost too much blood to the point of death. If there was no treatment, he might die soon.
Cham tapped his fingers on the armrest, pondered for a moment, and turned on the headset on his head.
The call was quickly connected, and Cham said slowly, "You have 30 minutes left.
"You have 30 minutes left. Perhaps I should remind you that our patience is limited."
After activating Wushuang, emotions were stripped from his body, and Jiang Chen said expressionlessly, "Oh."
Cham raised his eyebrows. Jiang Chen's tone made him a bit unpredictable.
"After 30 minutes, if you haven't appeared —"
"Five minutes is enough."
The communication was cut off. Cham froze for a moment and exchanged glances with Gasol.
"What's wrong?" Gasol asked.
"I feel like something is wrong." Cham frowned.
…
The Aurora-20 galloping above the clouds did not attract the attention of the radar. After ending the communication, Jiang Chen pulled up the throttle. Under his control, the vortex engine began to slow down, and the Aurora-20 instantly switched from flying to vertical take-off and landing.
His horizontal speed dropped to 0.
Jiang Chen undid the nylon buckle on his body and freed himself from the restraint of the pilot seat.
The crimson color faded from his pupils, and the invincible state was canceled in an instant. Jiang Chen slapped the joystick of the fighter and threw the entire fighter into the storage dimension.
The cold air flowed around his body. Jiang Chen didn't stay in the air for too long. In the next instant, he moved to the modern world, and his back touched the soft bed.
The T-3 power armor was placed next to the bed. The shell was painted with anti-radar and emitted a faint bright silver glow. The legs and feet were equipped with anti-impact modules, and there was a drop-down ejector on his back. After he put on the power armor, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and disappeared from the room.
On the streets of Venice, the reporters pointed their cameras at the occupied embassy from afar and stood in front of the cameras to report the situation. The Los Santos police stood behind the police cars at a loss and looked at the SWAT Special Forces, FBA, and CIB agents who were also at a loss.
Not far away, the UA military was in a combat meeting, but it had been almost half an hour since they stepped off the Osprey transport plane, and they still didn't make any moves.
Bain, a reporter from Columbia TV, squatted on the side of the road and finished the hot dog in his hand. He dusted off his greasy hands and was about to return to the camera when he heard the whistling sound in the air again.
Bain looked up into the empty night sky and tilted his head in thought.
How many times has this happened? The UA military's F35s roared over Los Santos, but they often only hovered for a short time before returning to the nearby air force base. Maybe they thought they could pressure the terrorists in this way? Or to let the people know that the federal government didn't do nothing.
But the fact was, they didn't do anything.
According to the "Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations", the embassy enjoyed a high degree of diplomatic immunity. Without the authorization of Xin, breaking into the embassy was not allowed, even if it was for the purpose of rescuing and eliminating terrorists.
Yes, for some reason, Xin refused the authorization of the UA to enter the embassy. If the UA military wanted to enter the embassy at this time, there was only one way, and that was to take back Xin's right to use the leased embassy. In short, it was to expel Xin's diplomats … Of course, the UA wouldn't do that. Or rather, Xin's refusal to authorize made Hill feel relieved.
In the face of heavily armed mercenaries, she really didn't have the confidence to launch a rescue without harming the hostages. And if something happened to Jiang Chen, it was difficult to ensure that the intercontinental missiles at the bottom of the sea would still be there.
The Capitol spokesman, faced with the inquiries from domestic and foreign reporters, hypocritically expressed "regret" for Xin's refusal to authorize the UA military to enter the Xin embassy. At the same time, he emphasized that terrorism in any form was the public enemy of all mankind, and the UA would never compromise with terrorism …
You see, it's not that we don't want to act, it's that Xin doesn't allow us to enter.
Shaking his head, Bain retracted his gaze from the night sky and was about to return to his camera. However, at this moment, his eyes seemed to be glued to the sky as he stared at the top of the embassy …
Flames wrapped around the lower edge of the power armor, and from afar, it looked like a flashing meteor. The airflow condensed into a scorching cyclone in the bowl-shaped impact module at the bottom of his feet. Accompanied by a roar that broke through the sound barrier, it fell vertically from the top of the embassy.
It was the blind spot of the militants in the embassy.
Jiang Chen's eyes were locked on the sloping roof, and the heat source information of the enemy unit was marked in his window. As for how he did it, it had to start from the chip implanted in the neck of the Ghost Agent and the camera in the embassy …
Without the slightest buffer, the power armor directly smashed the roof with a hard landing. Accompanied by the dust, the three mercenaries in the hostage room were crushed into pieces together with the tiles on the ceiling and floor of the second floor.
Outside of Venice Street, the reporters, police, SWAT, the Army in a meeting, and the onlookers who didn't know the truth all had the same expression – undisguised sluggishness. They didn't know what that thing was. When they reacted, it had already hit the Xin embassy.
The entire embassy looked like it was hit by a cannon as a corner was sliced off.
The hostages curled up in the corner were also dumbfounded. Because they were in the corner, the instantaneous collapse did not cause much damage to them. The mercenaries standing in the middle of the room were not so lucky …
The mercenaries with bloodstains on their faces reluctantly raised their pistols and pointed at the steel monster that stood up from the dust.
Jiang Chen pushed aside the concrete debris in front of him, ignored the bullets and bullets, slapped away the pistol in his hand, and squeezed his neck —
Blood splattered on the surface of the steel armor, making the already ferocious armor even more bloodthirsty.
Jiang Chen looked out the window and saw the UA soldiers and SWAT at the door ready to make a move, but it was obvious that they had not yet obtained authorization to enter the embassy … Or rather, the Xin Presidential Palace that Jiang Chen had discussed with did not approve the authorization to enter the embassy.
Turning around, Jiang Chen saw a pair of eyes filled with fear but inexplicable peace of mind from behind the half-collapsed ruins. Other than a bruise on her forehead from the falling concrete debris and a layer of dust, Xia Shiyu did not suffer any injuries.
Not only Xia Shiyu, but everyone, including the head of the Xin embassy and a group of diplomats, was safe and sound.
After confirming the safety of the hostages, Jiang Chen slowly let out a sigh of relief.
He finally made it in time. Bernice should have arrived as well.
It just so happened that a communication request was sent to Jiang Chen's watch.
"We have arrived at the target location."
"You can do it now," Jiang Chen said emotionlessly.
"Roger."
After receiving the order, Bernice ended the communication.
A cruel smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face, and a hint of hostility flashed in his eyes. The triangular barrel ejected from the steel right arm, and the buzzing sound of death echoed in the rotation. Jiang Chen crossed the rubble and threw out the fully loaded Hummingbird drone and the small drone terminal from the storage dimension. After setting the order to protect the hostages, he walked down the corridor.
A gust of wind came from the side, and the mercenary hiding behind the door swung his tactical axe at the steel helmet. The fierce action seemed flawless, but he obviously didn't consider the hardness of Grade A steel. The axe blade didn't even break a layer of iron on the helmet before his right arm was sliced off by the dagger.
Jiang Chen ignored the mercenary who fell to the ground screaming in pain, and continued to move forward.
The mercenaries hiding behind the bunker vented their fear through the bullets and tried to force the Slaughter Armor to retreat with firepower. However, the jumping sparks reflected in their pupils. Even the kinetic skeleton of Celestial Trade and the special rifle ammunition enhanced with armor-piercing performance couldn't penetrate the enemy's defense.
The grenade was thrown at Jiang Chen.
The hot wind of the explosion blew across the surface of the armor. Except for a series of clanking sounds, it didn't bring any comfort to the mercenaries who were completely in fear.
The fear didn't last long, including the pain that was about to come.
Jiang Chen raised the rotating triangular barrel and pulled the trigger.
Amidst the orange-yellow bullet trajectories, blood and fire ended their lives …
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