"Boss, a Saber is coming in three minutes." Williams' voice came from the intercom.
Everyone looked at each other, and a few people began to clean up the things on the table in an orderly manner, while a few went to drive away the car parked in front of the house, hiding the traces.
For "two minutes", Williams hid in the trees with a telescope and kept staring at the car driving up from the foot of the mountain.
Curtis took a handful of branches to clean up the car traces in front of the door, and the others worked in pairs to use camouflage nets to hide the cars in the woods.
Birkhoff used his computer to easily take over all the surveillance equipment here. Nikita and Michael held trackers and bugs, ready to install them on each other.
Swager told his wife and mother-in-law to stay in the house as much as possible without exposing other people's presence.
Isaac Johnson was sitting in the car and chatting with his assistant about Swager's situation, "He joined a private tactical company called Umbrella a few years ago, that is, a contractor, and his current wife is
The widow of a fallen comrade has a child just born more than two months ago."
"I didn't expect that we would become colleagues, but it's not surprising. The army seems to have nothing more to do than teach us how to kill people." Colonel Johnson seemed to have understood Swagger as he listened to the assistant's words, "He was once just like me.
Full of sense of responsibility and patriotism, but the real society will tell him what is true."
"Then will he agree?"
"Of course, the sense of responsibility has been engraved in his bones. Don't worry, I know such a person." Johnson replied confidently, "But the name Umbrella sounds familiar to me."
"Oh, yes", the assistant took out another information, "Umbrella Private Tactical Company, the company is registered in Panama, and its current business is all over Yemen, Libiya, Ah Saybaijiang, and has a training camp in North Africa, and
HCLI has a close relationship with Max Adams, and we had a small friction with them at Lipiya."
"Tell me."
"The other party controls a transportation channel. If someone leaves, they can only give money to hire their people. Our people are not going to pay, and the other party didn't say anything at the time. Then the entire convoy was destroyed by the rebels on the road, except for the driver.
Live mouth."
"Are you talking about those rebels wearing slippers?" Johnson's expression was not very good. He was not responsible for this matter, so he just had an impression.
The assistant also thought it was ridiculous when he looked at the information. Those people were all retired veterans. "That's what the survivors said at the time, and the evidence at the scene also showed..."
"That's enough," Johnson interrupted. The evidence is not important. Since the other party has done it, they are not afraid of your investigation. They can give you some evidence to prove that they don't want to break up.
The car had stopped in front of Swager's house. Johnson got out of the car and said, "This place is really nice."
Swager's residence is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and not far from the house through the woods is a lake with beautiful scenery.
"Hey, I don't buy insurance or apply for a card. This is private property. Please turn around immediately and go back and forth from where you came." Swager was dressed like an ordinary farmer and spoke very unfriendly.
"Bob. Lee Swagger, I'm Colonel Isaac Johnson. I didn't expect you to be hard to find." Johnson was talking to Swagger, completely unaware that all of this was being broadcast live.
"Dig out these three guys for me, and ask Curtis and Parker to see if there are any tails behind them." It's a bit risky to directly put drones in this place, so human investigation is the only way.
Birkhoff is connecting to the company's servers, using the computing power there to find out the identities of these people faster.
Swagger pretended not to welcome these people, and impatiently wanted to drive them away, "You'd better use the starting gear when going down the mountain, otherwise the brakes will fail."
"Kid, we have something to ask for your help with." Colonel Johnson took out a box from his pocket and threw it to Swager, "Do you know what this is?"
Swagger opened it, and inside was a medal, a gold five-pointed star, each corner decorated with a clover, the diagonal was 1 inch wide, the five-star was surrounded by green laurel leaves, and above the five-star hung a piece engraved with "
VALOR is a small sign with an eagle spreading its wings standing on the sign.
"The Army's Congressional Medal of Honor," he replied. After speaking, he glanced at Colonel Johnson in front of him. If this thing is true, then this guy is really an amazing person.
You must know that during the entire World War II, less than 500 people received this little thing. In recent years, the number of awards issued can be counted on five fingers.
"This is not easy to get, is it yours?" Swag threw the box back. He had headphones in his ears, and Xu Chuan was asking him to wait to see what the other party wanted to do.
"Your father also has one, right?" Johnson continued. He planned to use this medal to show his sense of responsibility to this country and gain Swager's trust at the same time.
Although Swager is not good at doing this kind of thing, since the other party has a purpose, just follow his words and continue the conversation. "How did you get it?"
Johnson looked like he was not worth mentioning, "I did some stupid things and saved the lives of several teammates. Can you give me a few minutes?"
"Yes, but your men must stay outside." This request is very reasonable and fits the image of an exclusive and defensive father.
Johnson glanced at his assistant and bodyguard, and all three of them laughed. As soon as Swagger lowered his guard, Johnson knew that he had more than half succeeded.
After taking him into the house, which had been tidied up and all traces of the group's presence had been cleaned up, Johnson politely greeted Sarah and Julia.
Knowing that they had something to talk about, the two went directly upstairs in the name of taking care of the children.
"Langley previously cracked a bunch of codes, which came from within us. The cracked content showed that someone recently tried to assassinate the president, so we can't investigate through normal channels now. During this period, the president had three public events, in Baltimore, Philadelphia, and DC.
Special District.”
"Shouldn't this kind of thing be left to the Secret Service?" Swager stood by the door, his expression already serious.
Johnson continued, "Secret Service protection usually covers a range of 880 yards, but the intelligence indicates that the sniper will carry out the assassination from a mile away. I want you to scout the situation and tell me the results to help us find this guy."
come out."
"Why are you looking for me?"
"There are only a handful of snipers in this world who can kill a target from a mile away, and there are even fewer who can shoot a headshot with one shot. You are one of them."