At ten o'clock in the evening, Washington is less than one kilometer from K Street. Jacob Wood carries a briefcase and walks out of the elevator in a hurry. He leaves this elegantly decorated hall. I have a suite in the last days. .
His face is quite awkward, and almost nothing has been seen since yesterday. The phones hit one by one on his mobile phone, and the heads were not small. Out of frustration and panic, he turned off his mobile phone and fled his apartment and hid it at the hotel.
He didn't understand why those people were looking for themselves and why not others.
His work, career, family, and interpersonal relationships were all destroyed because of the report. There is no doubt that he has been involved in a **. According to his past experience, careers such as journalists, private detectives, hackers, etc., once caught up in the **, the end will often be very miserable.
What he didn't understand, however, was nothing more than a painless report. Are these people's reactions so big?
Originally he planned to stay here for a few more days, but after going out to do something at noon, he found someone in his room, and found a bug on the bedside table. I had a suite in the last days. Obviously, Washington has not been able to stay any longer. He decided to go to Colorado to go to his brother and stay there for a while until the wind passed.
A Ford car slowly stopped on the side of the road.
The driver's door opened, and a man in a suit with a flat head walked down and walked straight toward Wood.
"Hello, are you Mr. Jacob Wood?"
In front of a polite inquiry, Wood subconsciously wanted to answer yes, but soon returned to God, slightly lowered his head and lowered his voice.
"No, you are looking for the wrong person."
"Is it?" The man looked around and took a picture from his arms, smirking Wood's eyes with a smile.
The person who looked at it was quite uncomfortable, especially the act of comparing the photos in person. Just as Wood frowned and was preparing to get angry, I don’t know when two black men in suits stood behind him and had sealed all his retreats.
A drop of cold sweat fell from the front of the forehead, at the same time, a low voice, sounded behind him.
"I advise you to be honest, we still have a lot of room for discussion."
Listening to the squeaking noise from the fist, Wood swallowed and vomited.
"What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, just want to talk to you," said the man in the suit and smiled. "If you don't want to have some unpleasant conditions, then it's best to follow us on the train-"
The voice has not yet fallen, a Hummer suddenly smashed out from the corner. I have a suite in the last days.
Two glare lights turned on, and with the harsh friction, the Hummer slammed straight toward it.
Without any hesitation, the suit man slammed to the side, and the two black men also ran to both sides with their eyes closed. As for Jacob Wood, who was previously surrounded by them, no one was going to pay attention.
For them, it doesn't matter if Wood died.
It’s good to be able to control them to continue their work, but if it’s so dead, there are other articles to do.
However, the seemingly out of control Hummer did not hit Wood like the suit man thought, but suddenly turned a corner and slammed into one of the black bodyguards.
Just listening to the bang, the two hundred pounds of the strong man is like a broken kite, and was directly hit by the Hummer, and the blood was plastered. The door slammed open, and the two men with sunglasses and baseball caps quickly jumped off, and Wood, who was scared of stupidity, entered the car.
Seeing this scene, another black strong man immediately took out a submachine gun from the coat, but before he pulled the trigger, a short shot in the distance, a sniper bullet hit the chest in his chest. Shoot him down to the ground.
The screams came one after another. The passers-by who saw the car accident and prepared to help them saw the submachine gun and heard the gunshot. They immediately screamed and ran away. Some people ran and screamed. , dialed 911.
Everyone's face is full of panic and difficult to perform.
Here is Washington!
The political center of the United States!
Who is such a big courage to fight here? I have a suite in the last days!
"Shet!"
The man in the suit on the ground just took out the pistol and saw his teammates shot in, and they were all excited. They even climbed into the back of the **** bin. Pointed at the sniper rifle, he couldn’t attend the hijacked target at this moment, and immediately pressed the Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear.
"The target is hijacked! The hijacker drives a Hummer, license plate number xxxx, and is fleeing towards L Street! Be careful! They have sniper support!"
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Unscrupulously dismantled the sniper rifle into parts and put it in the backpack that he carried with him. Bernice did not go down the stairs directly, but buckled the hook on the water pipe on the roof and threw the rope. A few stories high, then slid directly down the rope.
Landing in an alley, Bernice pulled a motorcycle from the back of the trash can, put the helmet on his head, and slender legs crossed up. As a series of exhaust gas spurted out, the roar of the engine quickly drifted away from the intersection of the alley.
"The goal has been controlled. Now people should be in the hands of the Boston consortium." On the streets of Washington, DC, Bernice reported to Jiang Chen about the situation on the US side.
"Very good, that person is in their hands and in our hands, they know what to do." Jiang Chen nodded. "How is your situation? I just read the news, what happened on your side." It seems that the movement is not small?"
"When the people of the Boston Consortium arrived, Morgan and Rockefeller had hijacked the target and carried weapons. Just in case, I fired a shot in the distance to support them. Now the Washington police have not noticed me yet. Here, I am trying my best to hunt down the escaped Hummer."
"Well, the specific situation will be reported to me for a while, you will first withdraw from Washington." Jiang Chen nodded.
"Yes."
After the phone hangs up, Jiang Chen looks at Aisha standing on the side. I have a suite in the last days.
"The situation may be more serious than we thought, but fortunately, people are looking for it."
Fortunately, Jacob Woody was controlled by the Boston consortium. Otherwise, as long as the "truth" person died, even if John F. Kennedy did nothing, his campaign image would have been stained. stain.
As long as the public opinion is slightly guided, it is easy to associate Wood's death with the report he signed before his death.
"The editor of the Washington Post has already taken control, what's next?" Aisha asked.
"The next step is to figure out from his mouth, who is the person who made him through the report, and then look for it, and uproot the planners and implementers of the whole event." After a pause, Jiang Chen Continue to say, "It has reached the last minute, and any accidents that may arise must be ruled out."