Of course Johnson knew what it meant by the laser pointer and didn't dare to move. "Bob, what do you mean?"
"Hey Colonel, you just planned to have someone shoot you, have you forgotten?" Swager hid by the wall, with a mocking tone that could not be concealed.
Swager hid behind the wall with a helpless expression. The Secret Service would raid St. Augustine's Church and here later. Smith was afraid that these people would run away after seeing the construction in front of the memorial hall, so he asked him to hold the group back for a while.
"How about you just wait here and don't move, so that we all can save some trouble?" Swager shouted outside the door.
However, the bodyguard didn't seem to think so. He quickly rushed towards the wall near the window with a Bereda 92FS, where he could avoid shots from outside the building.
Then there were two sounds of glass shattering, and the bodyguard screamed and fell to the ground holding his thighs, "You see what I said, you'd better stand still." There was a hint of Swag in his tone, but I heard it.
It sounded ironic to Johnson's ears.
"Bob, let's talk." Johnson ignored the wailing of his men there, but planned to discuss terms with Swager, "Those are your colleagues, I can give you a large sum of money.
"
Although Johnson felt uncomfortable because he wanted to plot against others, but he was plotted instead, he couldn't care less about it now.
"How about one million each, and we can cooperate in the future." In Johnson's view, they are just a group of mercenaries. There is no difference. It is just a matter of more money and less money.
"Oh, I'll discuss it with my friends first." Swagger took a sip of beer, thinking that this should be able to last a few minutes without talking.
Seeing that the other party had stopped talking, Johnson knew that he was stalling for time, "Swager, there is absolutely no need for us to make things so ugly." The guard downstairs has not come up yet, and it seems that he has been subdued by the other party.
This made him more anxious.
"Two minutes, Swager, you can leave." Over there, Smith had already seen the Secret Service car arriving at the intersection, reminding him on the intercom.
Swager didn't want to talk nonsense to these people, so he picked up his gun and turned away without saying anything. Johnson was still talking to himself.
The disabled man in the wheelchair laughed out loud at his eager look. Johnson didn't realize that the light spot on his body had disappeared. At this time, the sound of police sirens was heard outside.
Upstairs opposite, everyone from Umbrella was packing up the equipment and cleaning up traces. The original plan was not to do this, but to directly take away these people in one wave during the operation tomorrow. However, now that the Secret Service has suddenly disrupted the situation, the plan can only be terminated.
"Who gave the Secret Service information?" Smith said almost to himself.
Mike Banning followed the Secret Service CAT (Counter Assault Team) into the building. There were several gunmen in suits lying in the corridor. Some team members walked up and took away the weapons before checking these people.
physiological state.
"They all fainted." Some people were left to deal with it, while the rest continued to search the building.
They successfully found the three Isaac Johnsons in the room on the top floor. The injured bodyguard was trying to stop the bleeding and "put down the gun." Mike Banning rushed in with the P229 in his hand pointing at the three people in front of him.
On the other side, Secret Service Director Linne Jacobs also surrounded St. Augustine's Church, found the TRAP weapon station that had been installed in the bell tower, and arrested the suspects guarding here.
Not long after, Linnie received a report from Banning. The arrest operation there went very smoothly. All the suspects were arrested. Of course, there was no need for the fact that they were knocked unconscious before the arrest to appear in the report.
.
"Agent Ryan, this operation went very smoothly. Thank you very much for your cooperation." Linni shook hands with Ryan, the ClA. Although the other party actually did nothing, she still had to give her a superficial appearance.
Ryan Fletcher nodded. He didn't have any selfish intentions. After receiving the news from Nikita, he went to find his boss, but he didn't expect that the other party actually had a contractual relationship with ClA. This made his boss really confused for a while.
In a hurry.
But fortunately, the end of the matter has been dealt with very cleanly, and these people can't get involved with ClA. However, remembering 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 know, the Secret Service is the most professional in this regard."
Ryan Fletcher hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something more, but the other party was not in the same system as him, so some words may not be appropriate.
Percy, New Jersey, received a report from his subordinates before going to bed, "Oh, the Secret Service acted very quickly this time, Ryan Fletcher? Oh, it seems that our Nikita is really nearby."
"Don't worry about them for now. We must ensure the perfect implementation of the plan." Even if Johnson is caught, he has too many ways to bear the consequences on his head.
After putting down the phone, Percy calmly turned off the lights in the bedroom. He sat on the bed in the darkness, his eyes shining greedily in the darkness.
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The next day, Xu Chuan got up early. The Chevrolet downstairs had disappeared. The insider was taking a bath in the bathroom. Don't get me wrong. He really didn't do anything, but he looked at the short skirt hanging on the sofa.
The stockings also have a small panty. This child seems to have no change of clothes. Hey, he is really a child who doesn’t care much about cleanliness.
Xu Chuan picked up the phone and called the front desk. After a while, the hotel manager walked in pushing a hanger full of clothes.
The other party greeted Xu Chuan politely 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."
"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, and asked in disgust, "You
Sure?"
"Fuck!?" Alex grabbed it and held it in her hand, glaring at the person in front of her.
Xu Chuan waved his hand impatiently, "Hurry up and change, I'm going to Philadelphia in a while." He was going to go to the theater today. Although he had received news from Smith, he felt that the matter was not over yet.
"Hey, which one?" Alex asked him holding two sets of clothes.
Xu Chuan was confused, "Don't you know how to choose?"
"You are the boss now, so of course I have to ask for your opinion." What the other party said seemed to make sense.
"right hand"
"Oh, do you like dark colors?" He chose a dark blue suit and a brightly colored dress.
Xu Chuan shook his head, "No, it's just that the skirt should look like a turkey when you put it on."