It seems to be human nature to blame others after the fact.
Senator Charles blamed Johnson, accusing him of complicating a simple matter and not involving Marcus.
It was Johnson who came up with the original plan, and he could not shirk away from the accusations.
He simply admitted: "It is true that the shooting sergeant we underestimated is more difficult than we thought, but are we just going to give in?"
"No, of course not."
Charles immediately objected and said with murderous intent: "There are always some confused guys in this world who think they can fight us.
You can only make him believe that he is wrong and that there are some people he cannot shake. This is the struggle for democracy."
"You have a plan?" Johnson said.
Charles curled his lips and said nothing, and the terminal gun walked towards the shooting range again.
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Montana.
Bozeman.
After Long Zhan and the others experienced the Battle of Beechburg, they drove non-stop all the way to Bozeman, eating at gas stations along the way.
When we arrived at a suitable location, a junction between two highways, we parked the car on the side of the road.
Memphis got out of the car as planned, called his old friend Lucy again, and asked her to pass it on to the person in charge, saying that he had important things to talk to the person in charge.
After speaking out about the mysterious battle in Virginia, Lucy already felt the seriousness of the situation.
She no longer wanted to help Memphis secretly, but now that Memphis took the initiative to contact her superiors, she couldn't be happier.
After walking and trotting all the way, I hurriedly found the person in charge who was in a meeting.
When I heard the call came from Memphis, who was in charge of the Beechburg Farm incident, I suddenly became excited.
"Quiet, shut the hell up."
The person in charge loudly stopped the discussion and ordered the technicians to start tracking. Then he turned off the mute and said: "I am Howard, Memphis, how are you?"
The person in charge was quite skillful and deliberately pretended not to know that Memphis was already with Marcus.
"Things have become a little complicated. I have detained Marcus now. He is indeed not dead, sir." Memphis said according to the script.
"You're right, it's just that hard, continue." Long Zhan lip-synced and gave Memphis a thumbs up.
"Yes, I know, we have considered this possibility."
While talking, Howard gestured to the technicians to quickly track the position, and asked: "Did you participate in yesterday's shootout in Virginia? What happened over there?"
"As I said just now, things have become very complicated and it is impossible to explain in a short time." Memphis said.
"Well, if you could bring Marcus back, everything would be easy." Howard induced.
"No, I can't do that." Memphis refused.
"Why?" Howard asked.
"Because I don't know who to trust." Memphis started deliberately playing tricks.
"I think you should know that we are the FBI, don't you still trust us?" Howard couldn't understand what Memphis was saying, and felt that there was something in it.
"Yes, I know, but there are some things that have made his affairs complicated. Let's leave it at that. I will continue to keep in touch with you."
Memphis had already put the condom down, he just had to wait for the prey to come up on its own, and hung up the phone after saying that.
"Hello? Memphis, are you still here? Fuck!! This damn bastard."
The Memphis phone call was like a puzzle, and he hung up the phone mid-sentence. Howard was so annoyed that he slammed the phone to the ground.
He pointed at the technician and asked loudly: "Have you found him? I want the exact location."
"Checked it out, he's on the interstate highway outside of Bozeman, Montana."
"Go go go, act, act now."
Howard couldn't wait any longer. When he heard the detailed location given by the technician, he immediately shouted an order for the agents to rush to arrest the person.
At the other end of the Bozeman Interstate, Long Zhan and his party, who deliberately revealed their location, were not in a hurry to leave and were not worried at all.
"Well done, progress is faster than I expected."
Long Zhan patted Memphis on the shoulder, very satisfied with this former FBI agent.
"Ding-a-ling-ring, jingle-a-ling-a-ling..."
Just as Marcus was about to speak, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.
"I'm Marcus, who are you?"
The caller was from an unfamiliar number that he was not familiar with. Marcus didn't intend to answer it at first, but after thinking about it for a second, he picked it up.
"I'm Colonel Johnson."
Upon hearing this name, Marcus's expression changed, then he calmed down and said calmly: "I know you have been listening, faster than I thought."
"You're at the end of your rope now, don't you know that? Marcus."
Johnson's words made Marcus want to laugh, and he mocked coldly: "If you are really a colonel, you should know very well that you are the one who is cornered, right?
Also, the trap you designed is really bad, and the person you found is also very unreliable, there is simply not enough to kill, you should find something more powerful."
"Oh, is it so?"
Marcus thought Johnson would be angry, but he didn't expect that his answer was an understatement, and then he said: "I have something you want here."
"Me too, I don't mind listening to you first."
Marcus nodded to Long Zhan, put down his phone and put it in front of him.
Long Zhan took out the voice recorder, opened it, handed it over, and placed it on the receiver of Marcus' cell phone. Solotov's voice came out of it.
"There is an oil pumping station 10 kilometers east of Ya'errit. There are more than 400 corpses buried in a pit underneath. Men, women, children, the elderly... The entire village was massacred by the contractors..."
This is the conversation that Long Zhan and Marcus secretly recorded when they found Solotov.
Although Solotov is dead, the incident he told is a shocking secret, and it will definitely cause a sensation if it is reported.
Marcus could clearly hear through the microphone that Johnson's breathing had become rapid.
It was obvious that this information made him uneasy.
Johnson is indeed not calm anymore. Very few people know about these things. Basically all of them are dead now. Only a few people like him and Charles are left.
I thought that by letting Solotov die as a bait, one less person would know, and at the same time, Marcus could be killed.
Unexpectedly, not only did Marcus survive, but Solotov also said such an important thing.
The scariest thing is that the audio was recorded.
Johnson, who originally thought he had a trump card and could easily control Marcus, suddenly became passive again.