Chapter 111 Like mud, Li Si! ! !
Tim seemed to understand something: "You mean, if we make a big show of it, the other side won't dare to act rashly?"
"No." Jack shook his head: "We can only pretend Make a grand gesture, but you can’t really do it, otherwise their secret operation will fail and we won’t get what we want, so we can only do this.”
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An hour later, LA Long Beach Freight Terminal.
“Why did you install a row of conspicuous red breathing lights on the front of this Firebird? Although it looks cool, it is not conducive to night operations at all.”
Tim Mouth He was complaining, but the envy and jealousy towards Jack’s car in his eyes was genuine.
"This is originally a toy I use to attract beautiful women, not to participate in secret operations. You'd better pray that there won't be a conflict later, otherwise my baby will be hurt even if there is a little scratch. "Be responsible."
Jack was not merciful, but he was also upset in his heart. His looking car was not really a super car with artificial intelligence, and it was not even bulletproof. As a result, his brain turned on. came out, although it was really interesting along the way.
"Jack, Tim, are all in place." Angela's voice came from the intercom.
The two people waiting in the car exchanged glances, opened the door and got out of the car. Jack whispered: "Be careful and act according to the plan."
Tim nodded, no Say more, pull out your pistol, squat and sneak towards the dock.
Jack changed his route and also headed towards the dock. Not long after, he appeared on the top of two built-up containers.
The lights were brightly lit on the dock, and a dozen armed men were busy. Some were operating forklifts to load goods into an open container, and the rest were guarding the surroundings with automatic weapons. He also saw the man who claimed to be No. The black man named Colonel Mann Jangles was discussing something with another man next to an SUV.
A few minutes later, there was a clang from a corner. Colonel Norman Jangles raised his head and waved to the people around him. Everyone immediately dispersed. After a while, John, Nila and Tim hugged each other. The head was taken out.
"John, what's the matter with you? I warned you." Colonel Norman Jengers spread his hands and walked towards John.
"But I didn't listen." John replied calmly.
"I'm very disappointed. I thought you were quite smart." There was an unconcealable murderous intent in the smile on Colonel Norman Jangles' face.
"No, the smart one is my friend, otherwise the FBI would not look down on him. All this is part of his plan."
John tilted his head, and the eyes of everyone present followed his line of sight. Next to the stopped forklift, Jack appeared there not long ago, holding a gun to the head of a hostage with one hand, and the other hand had already pulled away The raincloth covering the goods on the forklift pallet was revealed, and there were neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills on it.
“How much is this pallet? Let me guess, 20 million? This is the first time I have seen someone transport money in a container. Can anyone tell me how much it will cost if I fill the entire container? ? 1 billion? 2 billion? "
Jack joked with a smile, not caring that he was being pointed at by N guns.
Colonel Norman Jangles' smile remained unchanged, "Look, John, you really don't think you can threaten us with just one hostage, do you? I told you, sometimes we have to Accept the collateral damage.”
John remained expressionless and pointed at his chest with his raised right hand, which had a laser red dot on it.
Nila put down her hands that were holding her head and folded them in front of her chest, rolling her eyes, "What if you are involved in this collateral damage? . 50 caliber, 350 meters, the best rifle shooter in the LAPD police department - Angela... Lopez, I believe you already know the information about all of us."
After that, she waved to the tallest tower crane in the entire pier.
The smile on Colonel Norman Jangles' face gradually stiffened and eventually turned gloomy.
"Why bother? This is an ending that benefits no one. We are trained to complete the mission at all costs."
"Are you sure you can complete the mission?" Jack He snapped his fingers in a cool manner, and the sound of cars sounded in the distance. A police car drove over with its lights flashing, but no siren sounded.
Lucy and Zoe got out of the car and appeared in front of everyone. "Can you explain, who gave you the power to print counterfeit money in my jurisdiction and kill people wantonly?"
Zoe asked righteously.
Colonel Norman Jangles is numb. A branch chief who is about to leave his post to enter politics seems to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
"Okay Norman, why not listen to what they want."
From the shadows covered by the SUV body, a man stepped out. It was the man who had been talking to Colonel Norman Jengers before.
Jack's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shaking like mud, John Doe! ! !
This man with a stern face and slightly melancholy eyes is actually John Reaser, that cold suit thug and future good friend of Harold Finch. Suddenly at this time Appeared.
Fortunately, everyone's attention was now focused on Reese, and no one noticed that Jack was acting strange for a moment.
"One of you kills Joe Delacuzzi, hand him over, and we'll leave."
Tim glanced at Rise, turned to Norman and made a request.
"What about the money?" Norman tilted his head and gestured to the container next to him and the pallet on the forklift.
"It has nothing to do with us." Tim glanced at the counterfeit money stuffed in the container, and a trace of imperceptible disgust flashed in his eyes.
"Tim?" John thought he heard wrongly.
"John, this is their mission, it has nothing to do with us, just listen to Tim." Seeing that the other party was loose, Jack quickly spoke up to stop John.
The atmosphere at the scene was a bit stagnant. Colonel Norman Jangles' eyes were wandering, and everyone was silent as they seemed to be waiting for his choice.
John Reese walked up to him, "You DIA people are in charge, but this operation is carried out in the name of our CIA."
"Okay." Colonel Norman Jangles finally relented.
"Pettigrew! Hand over the weapon."
"What?" A companion behind him looked at him in surprise.
"We have been through so much together, and you just sold me out?"
Colonel Norman Jangles was also very annoyed, "I told you, this is China, keep a low profile. , look what you have done? What can I do now, fight with the LAPD here?"
After a pause, he whispered: "They have no direct evidence, so keep it tight. Just leave everything to the lawyer and you'll be out soon."
Pettigrew pursed his lips and reluctantly said, "Yes, sir"
(End of Chapter)