Night is entangled in Los Angeles, and the splendid neon adorns this bustling city as a city that never sleeps.
The cool sea breeze smashed through the streets, blowing away the heat accumulated during the day, and the crowds on the street corners were undiminished, and the halo of the lights was spread out.
This is the center of the economic and cultural culture of the West Coast of North America. The peace that has been in place for centuries has accumulated unimaginable wealth here. Even though there have been a few recent twists and turns, people's faces have not been covered with dignified clouds.
Regardless of any ethnicity, people are proud of the city and believe that tomorrow will be better.
Late at night also belongs to Venice Avenue.
The defense around the embassy of the new country was adjusted because of the recent attacks. After requesting the White House, he forced a portion of the agents to assist the Los Angeles police to investigate the terrorist attacks that occurred in the tour team, while the other agents were replaced by ia.
Wearing a black coat, Brad leaned against the door of the car. Because these days the target has been in the embassy, as a competent part of Lawrence, he temporarily took over the defense work of the embassy.
Looking at the lights in the embassy, Brad could not help but feel a little bored.
Even if it is a maddening fear, the terrorists, there is no possibility of having the strength and courage to collide with the new state embassy. The support helicopter is on standby at the apron of the forced branch, and a forced sniper class is deployed not far away. It is no exaggeration to say that the security level here is second only to three places.
The Pentagon, the White House, and the Congress.
Like the door god, the ia agent standing opposite him handed out the cigarette and grinned.
"Do you smoke?"
"Thank you."
Brad took the cigarette and put it on his mouth, pulled out the lighter and lit the cigarette. The ia agent who handed him a cigarette couldn't wait to borrow a lighter and gave himself a one, and spit out the cigarette ring.
"My name is Avon Keynes, what about you?"
"Brad Wayne."
“The first few missions?” Keynes asked.
"I don't remember." Brad shook his head.
Keynes’s face was a bit strange, and there was a look of interest.
"Don't remember? Shet, you must be an old man, have you been to Iraq?"
"No, my work is mainly in the country." Brad shook his head.
He has already begun to feel that this person has something to say. However, Mr. Keynes did not consciously, but instead of holding his words, he spoke vividly about his service in Iraq.
"I have been there, it is terrible, there are sand, camels, and bombs everywhere..."
Listening to the voice of the opposite, Brad frowned slightly.
It doesn't matter if you smoke, but chatting during your duties is not very good. People with a little experience know that chat can distract and weaken the reaction to unexpected situations. Although it is not believed that something will happen, attitude is a key issue.
Brad can now conclude that the detective is a newcomer. The reason for the withdrawal from the front line is that the 80% is serious enough to affect the task.
Moving his gaze to the opposite street, Brad selectively ignored him.
Why are you taking a newcomer here? Ia, what kind of idiots think!
Across the street, a truck with a large Hollywood poster slowly stopped at the side of the road. The car seemed to be in trouble. The owner pushed the car out of the car and looked around the tire for a few laps. The phone was called to repair the car, and then went to the store next door.
Just as Brad tried to see what movie was advertised on the poster, a similar truck appeared on the other side of the road, slowly coming over as the car flowed to it.
At this moment, Brad frowned slightly, and a sense of violation that could not be said came to mind.
Almost subconsciously, he reached for the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.
"Jamie, the truck that is twenty meters on your left hand, you go up and check."
"To understanding."
Not far away, the plainclothes detective standing next to the car walked over to the truck parked on the side of the road. He first looked at the things in the driver's seat and then walked over to the cargo box behind the truck. However, at this moment, the van that passed the road in front of the embassy suddenly stopped at the center of the road.
"The car is a bit wrong." Keynes looked at the center of the road and said what Brad thought.
However, everyone had not had time to react, and the truck in the middle of the road suddenly picked up a flame after the cargo box.
"boom!!!"
A crimson fireball slammed the entire truck, and the shock wave even overturned the car behind it, shattering the windows of all the vehicles within ten meters and the glass window of the store. Lawrence slammed his head, and the flying debris swept across his head almost at the same time.
However, Keynes, who was standing next to him, was not so lucky. A pool of blood had been scattered on the iron door behind him. The aluminum fragments were cruelly running through his neck and chest.
The explosion happened quite suddenly.
The cars that rushed to escape collided, and the traffic first fell into chaos. The people on the street screamed and fled. When they were brave, they ran out and slammed out the mobile phone alarm. The car’s burglar alarm bells made the street chaos...
Although the entrance to the embassy is ten meters away from the road, this distance is nothing to the bomb! For the first time, Brad pulled out the pistol in his arms and aimed at the burning wreckage and the chaotic crowd.
For a moment, Brad has sorted out the attackers' ideas.
The first wave of attacks was just creating chaos!
The real attack is the second wave!
"Damn, are they crazy?!"
Brad's face was stunned, his teeth clenched, staring at the crowd running away, watching out for possible attackers, reaching out to touch his shoulders and feeding back the situation to the Los Angeles branch.
"A terrorism attack occurred at the entrance of the embassy of the new country! Repeatedly, there was a terrorism attack at the entrance of the embassy of the new country..."
The fire truck had first felt that the firefighter was wearing a respirator and carrying a can to the wreckage burning in the middle of the road. However, at this moment, Brad found that Jamie, who was in the roadside truck that was parked not far away, had fallen into a pool of blood...
The door of the truck had already been opened, and a group of soldiers armed with black dragon scales to the teeth, carrying an assault rifle, jumped on the road.
Without any identity, they were squatting on the ground, as the professional army spread out to the surrounding bunkers, and the muzzle in their hands was already pointing to this side.
Brad's pupil slammed.
No matter who they are, one thing is certain, they are definitely not a support for the sat! (To be continued.)