"Boss, there's a Saabban coming up, three minutes." Williams' voice came from the intercom.
Everyone looked at each other, and several began to clean up the things on the table in an orderly manner, and several went to drive away the cars parked at the door of the house, hiding the traces.
"Two minutes", Williams hid in the bushes, holding a telescope, staring at the car driving up from the foot of the mountain.
Curtis cleaned the traces of the car in front of the door with a handful of branches, and the rest of the people used a disguised net to hide the car in the woods.
Burkhoff easily took over all the surveillance equipment here with his own computer. Nikita and Michael were holding trackers and eavesdropping machines, ready to wait for an opportunity to install them.
Swag said to his wife and mother-in-law, asking them not to expose the existence of others and try to stay in the house as much as possible.
Isaac Johnson was sitting in the car and chatting with his assistant about Swag's situation. "He joined a private tactical company called Umbrella a few years ago, a contractor. His wife is the widow of his comrade-in-arms. His child was just born more than two months ago."
"I didn't expect to become a colleague, but it was not surprising that the army seemed to have nothing else but to teach us to kill people." Colonel Johnson seemed to have learned about Swag's whole person as if he was as responsible and patriotism as I did, but the real society would tell him what the truth is."
"Will he agree?"
"Of course, the sense of responsibility has been engraved into his bones. Don't worry, I understand such a person." Johnson replied confidently, "However, why does the name Umbrella sound familiar to me?"
"Oh, yes," the assistant took out another document, "Umbrella's private tactical company, registered in Panama, currently has businesses all over Yemen, Libiya, Ah Saibaijiang, has a training camp in North Africa, and has a close relationship with HCLI and Marx Adams. We have had minor frictions with them in Libiya."
"Tell me, look."
"The other party controls a transportation channel. If someone leaves, they can only give money to hire their people. Our people don't plan to give money. The other party didn't say anything at that time. Then the entire convoy was destroyed by the rebels on the road, and there was no living except the driver."
"Are you talking about those rebels in slippers?" Johnson's face was not very good. It was not his responsibility for this matter, so he just had an impression.
The assistant also felt it was nonsense when he looked at the information. Those people were all retired veterans. "That was what the survivors at that time said, and the evidence at the scene also showed that..."
"Enough", Johnson interrupted him. The evidence is not important. Since the other party has done it, he is not afraid of you to investigate. He can give you some evidence to show that he doesn't want to break up.
The car had already stopped in front of Swager's house, and Johnson got out of the car, "This place is really nice."
Swag's residence is surrounded by mountains and water, and not far from behind the house, there is a cluster of lake water not far from the woods.
"Hey, I don't buy insurance or apply for a card. This is a private territory. Please turn around immediately and go back to wherever you go." Swag's clothes were like an ordinary farmer and his words were unfriendly.
"Bob Lee Swager, I'm Colonel Isaac Johnson, I didn't expect you to be very difficult to find." Johnson spoke to Swager, and he didn't expect that all of this was broadcast live.
"Dig these three guys out, and ask Curtis and Pike to see if they have tails behind them." It's a bit risky to place drones directly in this place, so you can only detect human flesh.
Burkhoff is connecting to the company's servers, and using the computing power there to find out the identities of these people faster.
Swager pretended not to welcome them, and wanted to drive them away impatiently. "It is best to use the starting gear when you go down the mountain, otherwise the brakes will fail."
"Child, we have something to do, please help me." Colonel Johnson took out a box from his pocket and threw it to Swager, "Do you know what this is?"
Swag opened, and there was a medal inside, a five-pointed star made of gold, each corner was decorated with clover, and the diagonal was 1 inch wide. Five stars were surrounded by green bay leaves. A small sign engraved with "VALOR" was hung above the five stars, and an eagle with spreading its wings stood on the sign.
"The Army's Congressional Medal of Honor," he replied, and after saying that, he glanced at the Colonel Johnson in front of him. If this thing was real, then this guy was really an amazing person.
You should know that during the entire World War II, there were less than 500 people who obtained this little thing, and in recent years, the awards were even counted with five fingers.
"This is not easy to get, yours?" Swag threw the box back, with headphones in his ears, and Xu Chuan was asking him to drag his time to see what the other party wanted to do.
"Your father has one, right?" Johnson continued, intending to use this medal to show his sense of responsibility for the country and gain Swag's trust.
Although Swag is not good at doing this kind of thing, since the other party has a purpose, just follow his words and talk "How did you get it?"
Johnson acted like he was not worth mentioning, "Do you do something stupid and save the lives of a few teammates. How many minutes should you give me?"
"Yes, but your subordinates must stay outside." This requirement is very reasonable and conforms to the image of an xenophobic father who is guarding against everything.
Johnson glanced at his assistant and bodyguard, and the three of them laughed. As long as Swager put his guard down, Johnson knew that he had succeeded more than half.
He was taken into the house, and it was cleaned up. All the traces of people who had been here had been cleaned up. Johnson politely greeted Sarah and Julia.
Knowing that they had something to talk about, the two went upstairs directly in the name of taking care of the children.
"Langley had cracked a string of codes before, from inside us, and the cracked content showed that someone had tried to assassinate the commander recently, so we can't go through normal channels to investigate. During this period, the president has three public activities, Baltimore, Philadelphia, DC."
"Shouldn't this kind of thing be handed over to the Secret Service?" Swag stood by the door, his expression becoming serious.
Johnson continued, "The Secret Service protections usually cover 880 yards, but intelligence shows that the sniper will be assassinating a mile away. I hope you go and check the situation and tell me the results and help us find this guy."
"Why are you looking for me?"
Chapter completed!