The laser indicator, Johnson certainly understood what this meant, and did not dare to move, "Bob, what do you mean?"
"Hey, Colonel, you were planning to make someone shoot, have you forgotten?" Swag hid by the wall, his tone with a sarcasm that could not be concealed.
Swag hid behind the wall with a helpless look on his face. The Secret Service would raid St. Augustine's Church and here later. Smith was afraid that these people would run away after seeing the project in front of the memorial hall, so he let him hold the group back for a while.
"Wait for us, don't move here, how about let us all save some trouble?" Swag shouted outside the door.
However, the bodyguard didn't seem to think so. He quickly rushed to the wall beside the window with a Bereda 92FS, where he could avoid shooting from outside the building.
Then two sounds of glass shattering, the bodyguard screamed and fell to the ground with his thighs, "Look, I said, you'd better stand and don't move." Swager's tone was a little bit, but it felt very ironic in Johnson's ears.
"Bob, let's talk." Johnson ignored his subordinates' wailing there, and planned to talk to Swager about the conditions, "Those are your colleagues, I can give you a lot of money."
He wanted to plot against others, but unexpectedly he was plotted against him. Although Johnson felt uncomfortable, he no longer cared about this.
"How about one million for each person, and we can cooperate in the future." In Johnson's opinion, it's no difference between them all a group of mercenaries, it's just a question of how much money it costs.
"Oh, I'll discuss it with my friend first." Swag took a sip of beer and felt that this would be possible for a few minutes without saying anything.
Johnson saw that the other party stopped talking and knew that he was delaying time. "Swag, there is no need for us to do things so ugly." Until now, the guard downstairs has not yet come up, and it seems that he has been subdued by the other party, which makes him even more anxious.
"Two minutes, Swag, you can leave." Smith had already seen the Secret Service car had reached the intersection and reminded him on the intercom.
Swag didn't want to talk nonsense to these people. Without saying a word, he picked up his gun and turned around and left. Johnson was still talking to himself.
The disabled person sitting in a wheelchair laughed out loud as he looked at his urgent appearance. Johnson did not notice that the light spot on his body had disappeared. At this time, the sound of a sirens was already sounding outside.
Upstairs opposite, Umbrella was cleaning up the equipment and cleaning the traces. The original plan was not like this, but instead took the group of people away when the action tomorrow. However, now the Secret Service suddenly disrupted the situation and could only terminate the plan.
"Who gave the Secret Service intelligence?" Smith almost said to himself.
Mike Benning entered the building with the Secret Service CAT (anti-attack team). Several gunmen in suits were lying in the corridor. Some team members walked up and took away the weapons before checking the physiological status of these people.
"I've all fainted." Some people were left to deal with it, while the rest continued to search for buildings.
In the room on the top floor, they successfully found Isaac Johnson and the three others. The injured bodyguard was trying to stop the bleeding from themselves, "put down the gun", and Mike Benning rushed in and pointed at the three people in front of him.
On the other hand, Secret Service Director Linny Jacobs also surrounded St. Augustine's Church, found the installed TRAP weapon station in the bell tower, and arrested the suspects guarding here.
Not long after, Linni received a report from Banning. The arrest operation was very smooth, and several suspects were arrested. Of course, there was no need for them to appear in the report because they were knocked out before the arrest.
"Agent Ryan, this operation went very smoothly. Thank you very much for your cooperation." Linni shook hands with Ryan, ClA. Although the other party actually did nothing, he still had to give face to him.
Ryan Flecce nodded. He had no selfishness. After receiving the news from Nikita, he found his boss, but he didn't expect that the other party had a contract relationship with ClA, which made his boss really in a hurry.
Fortunately, the finish line has been handled very cleanly, and these people can't get involved with ClA. However, when he thought of Nikita's warning, he still reminded Director Linni, "Director Linni, you should be careful. I always feel that this matter is not over yet."
Linni had a professional smile on her face and did not take his words seriously. "I understand, the Secret Service is the most professional in this regard."
Ryan Fleche hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something else, but the other party was not the same as himself, so some words might not be appropriate.
Percy, New Jersey, received a report from his subordinates before going to bed, "Ha, the Secret Service is moving very quickly this time, Ryan Fleche? Oh, it seems that our Nikita is really nearby."
"Don't worry about them for now, and ensure the plan is implemented perfectly." Even if Johnson was arrested, he had too many ways to load the results on his head.
Putting down the phone, Percy turned off the lights in the bedroom with peace of mind. In the darkness, he sat on the bed with his eyes flashing with greedy light in the darkness.
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The next day, Xu Chuan got up early one morning, and the Chevrolet downstairs disappeared. The little insider was taking a shower in the bathroom. Don’t misunderstand that he really didn’t do anything. However, looking at the short skirt on the sofa, the stockings and a small inner child, the child seemed to have no clothes to change. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk
Xu Chuan picked up and called the front desk. After a while, the hotel manager pushed a clothes hanger full of clothes and walked in.
The other party politely greeted Xu Chuan and walked out. The sound of water in the bathroom disappeared. After a while, Alex walked out of it. Xu Chuan pointed to the clothes rack and said, "Go and change your clothes."
"Ha, no need." Alex instinctively refused. Xu Chuan grinned and picked up the small piece of cloth on the sofa with one finger. There were obvious signs of drying on it. He asked in disgust, "Are you sure?"
"Fuck!?" Alex snatched it directly and held it in his hand, glaring at the person in front of him.
Xu Chuan waved his hand and was very impatient, "Go and change it quickly, I'm going to Philadelphia later." Today he was going to see the show. Although he had already received news from Smith, he felt that things should not be finished.
"Hey, which one?" Alex asked him with two sets of clothes.
Xu Chuan was puzzled, "You can't choose yourself?"
"You are the boss now, of course you have to ask for your opinion." What the other party said seemed to make sense.
"Right-handed"
"Oh, do you like dark colors?" He chose dark colors in a dark blue suit and a brightly colored dress.
Chapter completed!