The light bulb flickered erratically, and the lights in the room flickered. Cham supported his body with his rifle, shook his dizzy head, and climbed up from the ground with difficulty just in case. Gasol, who was sitting next to him, also supported his body with his rifle.
Just now, the entire embassy seemed to have been hit by a missile. The huge impact shattered all the ceilings and fell to the ground. At the same time, it also knocked the two people to the ground.
"Sh * t, what just happened?!" Gasol spat and subconsciously glanced out the window.
Fortunately, the UA soldiers were only prepared to break in, but they didn't take the next step.
"I don't know."
Cham squeezed this sentence out of his mouth with an uncertain expression and opened the safety of the rifle in his hand.
"Do you want to kill the hostage?" Gasol said with a solemn expression.
"Tear a part of it first."
If they didn't respond to such provocation, it would make the other side think that they were bluffing. That would be troublesome.
After saying this, Cham put the rifle back to his waist, pulled out his pistol, and looked at the place where the little girl was lying.
However, to his surprise, the pool of blood on the ground was still there, but the person was gone.
Cham cursed in his mind.
He was really careless. When the bullet pierced her combat uniform, the optical invisibility lost its effect. Because he thought that she had lost the ability to fight and lost too much blood, she wouldn't live long even if he left her alone, he tied her up and threw her in the corner.
He didn't expect this combat uniform to not completely lose its effect because of damage …
He didn't expect that she could still move with such an injury …
Cham and Gasol immediately raised their muzzles, and their contracted pupils wandered around the room. When the optical invisibility moved, it would cause subtle ripples in the surroundings. As long as one was focused enough, it wasn't difficult to detect it.
Half a minute passed, and intensive gunfire came from downstairs. A strong sense of uneasiness climbed into his heart.
What happened next just happened to confirm his hunch.
The door was kicked open, and Gasol reflexively raised his muzzle. But at this moment, Zhu Yu moved.
One hand reached for the dagger at his waist, and with a flash of cold light, his throat was slit without any suspense. Not far away, Cham turned the muzzle, but before he could aim, a shadow smashed into him from the door, and the weight of a hundred pounds sent him flying.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Cham pushed away the body of a mercenary on top of him. He struggled to reach for his gun, but three short gunshots shattered his extravagant hope.
"Ahhhh!" His left hand held his right arm that was broken by a bullet. His face twisted in pain.
A trace of determination flashed in Cham's eyes. Relying on his strong willpower, he loosened his left hand that was holding his right arm and touched the detonator on his waist. The modified van parked in the garage contained 200 kilograms of explosives. As long as he pressed the detonator, the entire embassy would be blown into the sky.
However, when he pulled the detonator, the expected explosion did not happen.
The optical invisibility was forcibly lifted, and Zhu Yu appeared next to Gasol's body. The bloodstains on her body were indistinguishable. A tube shaped like a coke can was thrown from Jiang Chen's hand and slowly rolled in front of Cham, but he didn't notice it. His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the detonator that had been pressed in his hand.
"Have you heard of EMP? You guys always have such a bad memory. "Jiang Chen shook his head.
"Impossible, this is impossible … The bomb is equipped with a heating wire. Even if it is an EMP, it should directly trigger the bomb to explode," Cham muttered to himself, even forgetting the pain in his body.
"If we can make an EMP big, we can naturally make it small. For example, the round tube in front of you, we call it an EMP grenade."
Jiang Chen didn't bother with the stunned Cham. He walked to Zhu Yu's side and kicked Gasol away. He looked at the shocking wound on her shoulder, sighed, and picked her up.
"You did a good job. Go to sleep for a while," Jiang Chen whispered. Jiang Chen whispered and placed the unconscious girl on the sofa. At the same time, he released the Beta-4 medical drone from the storage dimension and gently pointed in her direction.
Cham looked at this side, dumbfounded, and fell into an even stronger state of confusion and shock.
He couldn't understand where the drone came from.
He didn't need to understand.
Because soon he would go to hell with his last name.
Jiang Chen walked in front of Cham, ignored the trembling pistol, and casually took it off and threw it aside.
"I heard you are the gatekeeper."
A drop of cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, and Cham said with difficulty.
"You … you are Jiang Chen?"
"That's right."
"…" From Cham's eyes, Jiang Chen saw many wonderful expressions, and the most outstanding one was probably disbelief.
Perhaps because he had been in a high position for a long time, the Freemasonry had equated him with people like Carmen Rothschild and Luke Joyce, and forgot that he had single-handedly penetrated deep into the IS territory and the Ukrainian theater of operations. Before achieving his current achievements, his own combat effectiveness was already at the top of what humans could achieve.
Even if he rarely fought in person now, even the heir of Stark Industries, Robert Downey Jr., didn't give his Iron Man Armor to his subordinates. Didn't he completely retreat behind the scenes?
Realizing that he had underestimated Jiang Chen's combat effectiveness, the detonator fell to the floor, and Cham's fingers slowly relaxed.
"I won't tell you anything."
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, and a syringe appeared in his hand covered with steel armor.
"That's not up to you."
…
Eastern suburbs of Los Santos, Knight Road 13th Street. The originally brightly lit street had long merged into the curtain of night. On the roof of a shopping mall, the cold wind blew wantonly, but it couldn't cool down the wildly beating heart.
Standing behind the water tank on the roof, Stephen looked in the direction of the staircase entrance. He repeatedly put his hand into his trench coat, as if the cold metal texture could cool down the restlessness in his heart.
Will he come?
Stephen wasn't sure.
Jiang Chen wasn't in the embassy, and the operation had failed. Changing from an assassination to a kidnapping was a last resort, and the phone on the staircase was just an insurance for this operation. However, no one could guarantee whether this layer of insurance would work.
Based on the last CIB operation in Hua, the other party did have a history of risking his life for the female CEO. But people would eventually change. If he really chose to collect the corpses of the entire Xin embassy, they couldn't do anything.
Just then, there was a slight noise from the direction of the staircase.
Stephen immediately became alert, and his hand slowly left his pocket, revealing the pistol hidden in his trench coat.
The door opened softly.
However, no one came up.
Stephen stared at the staircase not far away and held his breath as he opened the safety of the pistol.
However, at this moment, a cold touch pressed against the back of his head, and his wildly beating heart suddenly fell to the bottom.
A cold female voice came from behind.
"Don't move."
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