Beckett's police car is now driven by Cassel. After following Beckett for so long, Cassel has also learned to use various equipment on the police car.
I saw a police car with its siren blaring and flashing lights rushing out of the fire-passing sacrificial site and flying close to the ground.
Ash and Stark in the car silently tightened the roof handle above their heads, not wanting to remind Cassel of his dangerous driving.
At this moment, Kassel only needed a helmet to be able to act as an F1 driver. It only took less than ten minutes to fly from the Fire Transferring Shrine to the east side of Long Island, a distance of more than 20 kilometers.
Kassel easily found the temporary port where Stark's yacht was docked. With a violent tail flick, the vehicle turned around and stopped.
But now this private port is also densely occupied by Agent Forborough. All kinds of people are coming and going, making it very busy.
After getting out of the car, Ash could clearly see that Stark's legs were shaking. He was holding on to the passenger door and leaning against it, as if he was trying to escape.
When I saw a police car parked, a young man standing outside wearing a special coat of Verboler to maintain order came over.
"Gentlemen, the New York Police Department has been ordered to stop any relevant operations, and you are asked to leave quickly."
The little brother looked businesslike, and there were other people vaguely approaching, slowly surrounding the police car.
Ash took out the ID that had been prepared in the car, showed it to the surrounding agents, and said: "Who is the military special person in charge of this operation, the on-site commander, where is he now, and who else is coming.
Where is the delta?”
When the surrounding agents saw Ash's ID, they all saluted Ash. The person closest to him said: "The on-site commander is Jim Womack. He is currently in the command post. Delta is resting in the equipment room."
Ash walked directly towards the only tent on site, which must be the so-called command post. The unprofessional Forboler was like this, always exposing the most important targets.
The Delta team was resting in the equipment room. According to the professional standards of the army, ammunition stocks are not allowed within 500 yards of the command post. They may be in a military train in the distance now.
After letting Ash go in, the others were about to stop Cassel and Stark. Upon seeing this, Ash said: "These are the arms consultants and dangerous psychological assessment experts I invited. Let them in."
Ash walked directly into the command post with Cassel and Stark, and opened the tent door. Ash found a commander who was obviously a Delta commander arguing with another person.
"The order we received is to wait for the new commander to arrive, not to cooperate with your so-called infiltration plan. Do you understand? Son of the Beach."
The Delta Commander put his hands on the table and cursed wildly at another person standing across the table. His saliva spewed out and splashed the map on the table.
Ash walked to the side and stretched out his hand to pull the lock on the Delta Commander's back and said, "Sandman, don't get too excited. I will be responsible for the rest."
The man whom Ash called Sandman heard Ash's words, turned around and saluted, and said happily: "Nice to see you again, sir."
Sandman, a member of the Delta Special Forces, first-class sergeant, codenamed Sandman or Metal 01, is the commander of the Alloy Team, and once cooperated with Ash in various operations at the Phoenix Firebase.
Now that he can see Ash in this place, Sandman feels that the entire next operation is stable. Anyone who has served in the Phoenix Firebase knows that following Ash's operation can ensure that everyone comes back alive.
Ash pulled a chair from behind Sandman, placed it in front of the table, sat on it, and asked in a calm tone: "Tell me, what's going on?"
Sandman took a step back, stood astride behind Ash and said, "This son of the beach asked us to protect a so-called weapons expert from sneaking in and disarming those gas bombs."
Ash looked at the old agent across the table and realized that this guy looked a bit like an older version of James Bond. But he just didn't have Bond's thick hair.
"What do you call it?"
"Jim Womack, director of the Bureau of Investigation, is in charge of this operation." The old man was a little unhappy to see Ash, after all, there was suddenly another person who came to share power with him.
Ash leaned back in his chair and his tone also became a little high-spirited: "What, you are not satisfied with the strategy jointly decided by Forbol and the military?"
Ash understood what the old guy in front of him was planning. As long as he sent people in, whether or not those dangerous missiles could be disarmed was another matter. As long as the people went in, he could write a colorful note on the report.
He didn't care whether those who went in could complete the task. When the task was completed, everyone was happy. He commanded well and was the biggest contributor.
It's not a pity if the mission fails. After all, everyone knows that the enemy this time is the elite Marine Corps, not to mention that they have a general as their commander, so their combat effectiveness has soared.
Jim pointed to the marked location on the map and said: "As long as they enter, my arms experts can disarm those missiles."
Hearing that the old man was so confident, Stark, who was hiding behind him, couldn't bear it anymore. Who else could be a better arms expert than him?
"Ahem, I think I am the most powerful 'arms expert' here."
Stark deliberately emphasized the words "munitions expert", and the whole sentence sounded like he was mocking the old guy at the scene.
Sure enough, before he noticed who said this sentence, the old guy said impatiently: "Who is it? Who dares to praise Haikou like this!"
"Of course it's me, Tony Stark. I think there are few arms experts on this earth who can compare with me."
The slutty Stark imitated Ash's example, dragged over a chair, sat in a row with Ash, and looked at the old guy Jim with the same expression of confusion.
Unable to refute any of Stark's words, Old Jim shut up and stood there, comparing Ash and Stark across the table, like students being scolded by their teachers and parents.
"Devlin, your subordinates are a bit disobedient."
Ash didn't hesitate at all, he directly called Director Devlin of Forborough and told Devlin about Jim's private actions in front of him.
"Ash, hold on still, don't worry about that old guy, he's done. I'll be there in five minutes."
Devlin's urgent voice came from the loudspeaker of the phone, accompanied by the violent sound of propeller machinery.
Every time Devlin said something, Old Jim's face turned pale. Old Jim also understood that he was finished this time.
Private operations are not a big problem for intelligence organizations. Some people say that they are discovered after the operation. But if they are discovered before the operation, it is definitely for fun.
Old Jim just wanted to grab some time to come out and make a better report, but he encountered Ash arriving with the most powerful arms dealer on earth.