Chapter 233 Failed
With a crisp gunshot, the running bearded man fell down, blood spurted out from his leg, and his bones were broken.
But he was very conscious, and with the force of his fall, he rolled into the back of two stone flower beds.
The bearded man was so painful that his head was covered in cold sweat, and his face was frighteningly pale. He looked through the gaps in the flower bed and saw four corpses lying on the stone floor of the square.
Except for himself, none of the four men who came with him were spared.
The bearded man gritted his teeth and turned around. Less than thirty meters away, the car they used to retreat was parked.
Now, it's impossible to get through it.
Before coming here, intelligence showed that Hawke Osmond's marksmanship was very good, and he also had certain combat abilities, but he didn't expect his marksmanship to be so good.
Also, those three or four bodyguards are not ordinary people. One of them has a marksmanship that is even better than that of his own snipers.
If the visor hadn't been killed by the opponent at the beginning of the battle, he wouldn't have been so passive.
But the bearded man had no regrets.
These mercenaries are in the business of licking blood.
Others pay and they work hard.
It is natural to die in the process of making money.
The sound of helicopters came from the horizon. The bearded man raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He could vaguely see two helicopters flying towards him at high speed.
Listening to the sound of the propellers and looking at the vague shape of the plane, it seems that the FBI is coming.
The bearded man noticed that the other side was about to make a move, so he immediately raised his gun and fired several shots at the other side.
Hawke is still hiding behind the Mercedes-Benz. Now that the situation is completely dominant, of course he will not run out and take risks, otherwise he will become a living target.
The FBI helicopter arrived and the situation was decided.
Gunfire rang out again.
The bearded man emptied the rifle magazine, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, removed the communication card, and shot it into pieces with his pistol.
Then, he pointed at the mobile phone and fired several shots.
The helicopter was getting closer and closer, flying lower and lower, and the huge "FBI" words on the fuselage could be faintly seen.
The bearded man didn't have any luck, so he picked up the pistol and blocked his mouth.
If he dies in the mission, his family will receive a large pension.
If you are captured alive by the FBI, if you can't stand it any longer, the consequences will be disastrous.
Those bastards at the FBI are willing to use any bad means.
The bearded finger exerted force and pulled the trigger. With the sound of a gunshot, blood burst out from the back of his head and he collapsed.
The FBI helicopter arrived and rappelled directly. Two teams of heavily armed agents quickly took control of Citrus Plaza.
There is also an EOD team arriving by car.
Hawke directly asked Brian to intervene.
On the one hand, Brian is one of the parties involved.
On the other hand, the person in charge of the FBI is Jennifer Huey.
The crow's mouth beauty trick is just right.
Five bodies fell in Citrus Plaza.
Hawke asked. In addition to the four people who were shot dead in the front, one of them had a leg injury and then shot himself.
Counting the guy who died in a drive-by explosion, at least six people died this time.
The direct attackers left no survivors alive.
Haven't found anything to prove my identity yet.
This was a well-planned attack.
After the ambulance arrived, Hawke asked the medical staff to take Edward to the hospital.
Edward said: "Boss, I should be fine, they are just superficial injuries."
Hawke pressed him on the stretcher: "Go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. There is no need to come back in a hurry. Let's observe him for one night first."
Edward didn't insist anymore and got into the ambulance.
Hawke called Austin, the director of the company's security department, and asked him to cancel the vacation of all security personnel, distribute firearms to individuals, and raise the alert to the highest level.
Then he notified Campos and asked him to send someone to the hospital to protect Edward.
The attackers even used car bombs. Who knows whether they will launch more crazy attacks in the future.
While on the phone with Campos, Hawke mentioned the Burbank Hotel.
Campos immediately set out and went to the Burbank Hotel himself to stare at Douglas Coster and his party.
There is currently no evidence that those at BlackRock did it, but such a thing does not require evidence at all. In Hawke’s eyes, those who have huge conflicts of interest at this stage are the most suspicious.
And Emma Bateson, someone on Campos' side was always watching.
Hawke came back after making the call, and the FBI conducted a preliminary inspection of the scene.
Jennifer Huey came over and said: "The scene was too tragic." She looked at Brian next to her: "Fortunately you are okay."
Brian pointed at Hawke: "He protected me. Without Hawke, the exploding car would have hit the two of us directly."
Jennifer asked Hawke: "You're not injured, are you?" Hawke was now disgraced, covered in soot, and looked a little embarrassed: "I was lucky this time. My friend crashed the car and saved me, and several bodyguards worked hard..." < br>
Jennifer patted his arm: "Do you want me to notify Erica?"
Hawke picked up the phone and gestured: "I will call her."
"I'll take notes for you after the phone call." Jennifer would personally bring someone to take notes for Hawke.
Hawke called Erica and spoke lightly.
Erica had already received news about the explosion in Covina. When she heard that it was related to Hawke, her tone was particularly solemn: "I'll go there now."
The scene was completely cordoned off by the FBI, and well-informed media reporters had already rushed over and blocked the area outside the cordon to take photos.
Hawke's face was covered with smoke and dust, and he didn't clean it. He just got into an FBI car and cooperated with Jennifer to take notes.
In fact, apart from the unproven speculation, he was also a little confused about other parts.
Where did the shooter come from? No one knows who drove the car bomb to carry out the attack.
If it were not for the three bodyguards Raul, Guti and Morientes who were recruited some time ago, today might be very, very troublesome.
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Hawke and others took notes separately, so overall there won't be too much trouble.
The only point is that the AR-15 Guti used illegally modified a bump stock, but in Jennifer's handling, it was not worth mentioning.
Sitting in the FBI car, Brian, who was also looking disgraced, took a bottle of water, handed it to Hawke, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so loyal."
Hawke took a sip and said, "I'm still waiting for you to take me into the Oval Office. I can't let you die on the way."
Brian took another bottle of water: "From today, no, starting from tomorrow, I will also work out. If I encounter this kind of thing again, at least I can escape..."
"Wait a minute!" Hearing the next sentence, Hawke wanted to pick up the mineral water bottle and block Brian's mouth: "Can you please stop saying such things?"
Brian opened his mouth, then suddenly thought that he might really have a crow's mouth, and quickly closed his mouth.
Hawke said seriously: "Haven't you realized the seriousness of the matter? We won't mention it if it's far away. The last two times, once at St. Mary's Psychiatric Physiotherapy Center, and once just today, all the bullshit you said It’s come true, it’s all come true!”
At this point, Brian was filled with deep self-doubt: "Am I really the leader of the Cult of the Damned?"
Hawke said seriously: "No doubt, you definitely are."
Brian quickly shook his head. Such a bad reputation should not fall on him: "These people should not be targeting me..."
Hawke was unable to refute, and he couldn't tell lies with his eyes open.
So, he simply closed his eyes: "But they chose a place where you are, or where you are the mayor, to launch the attack."
Before the debate between the two came to a conclusion, someone knocked on the car door from outside.
Jennifer opened the door and said: "There are a few key matters that I have to explain to you in advance to avoid misunderstandings."
Hawke nodded: "Just say it."
Jennifer said directly: "The matter is still unclear and the incident has not been finalized. As the parties involved, you should not appear in public or accept any media interviews. Keep your contact information open. We will contact you at any time."
"I have no problem with this." Brian emphasized: "Find out who did it as soon as possible."
Jennifer smiled helplessly: "We are already investigating. Judging from some physical characteristics, the five gunmen in the square are most likely mercenaries. As for the guy who died in the car, he was blown to pieces. If you want There is still a lot of work to be done to figure out his identity.”
Hawke looked outside and lowered his voice: "Those people I mentioned, ask your cronies to check as soon as possible."
Jennifer also lowered her voice: "It is already being done, but when it comes to celebrities and business elites, there is no concrete evidence and the FBI has no good solution."
The deputy director of the Los Angeles branch before she was transferred went too far in handling some things, was caught by the headquarters, and was forced to retire early.
Jennifer said directly: "Don't expect too much from the FBI."
Hawke knew very well that if the other party dared to do this, he would not be afraid of a formal investigation.
As it happens, he is not the kind of person who only relies on open investigations.
There were still a lot of things to deal with at the scene, so Jennifer finished explaining and left quickly.
Erica rushed over and saw that her boyfriend and cousin were in more miserable condition than the other, and their faces were extremely ugly.
She took out a wet wipe, wiped the cigarette ashes from Hawke's face, and said, "This matter can't end like this!"
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Los Angeles International Airport, Besten Internet Café.
Private detective Coulson sat in front of a computer, took a sip of cold coffee, and refreshed Twitter again.
After this program refresh, several new messages appeared on Twitter.
One of them caught Coulson's attention.
"A suspected explosion occurred in Covina, East Los Angeles!"
Coulson quickly clicked on the news title, and a Twitter message edited by the user appeared, paired with several photos taken from a distance.
The not-so-wide street was in a mess, with bullets and shell casings vaguely visible. A black Mercedes-Benz sedan with broken glass windows was parked in the middle of the road.
Not far away, there was smoke rising from waste, and car fragments were strewn on the ground.
There is also half a thin car door, which is inserted diagonally into the branch of a green tree on the roadside.
Coulson knew at a glance that Miller-Collins was in action.
He took out his mobile phone and made a call: "What's the plan?"
"Failed." Tim on the other side said directly: "It's time for you to go."
(End of chapter)