Chapter 1265 In the building
"Agent Jack Tavolle, your appearance is really impressive." A blond old man wearing sunglasses met with a tall and thin blond man in Harrier II Jack jumped down.
"This is just a last resort, you are?" Although Jack recognized the other party at a glance, he could only pretend to be confused. After all, this was their first time meeting.
The old man took off his sunglasses in a casual manner and stretched out his right hand, "He Ruixiu Ken, supervisor of CSI's laboratory in Miami, you can also call me 'H' directly."
"Reading for a long time." Jack reached out and shook with him, but was still a little confused, so he made a joke, "Is it too early for CSI to appear at this time?"
The old man who claimed to be "H" took off his sunglasses and had an impressive pair of small eyes. He looked so handsome, and he could even be said to be a passerby, but when he stood there, he had an unignorable temperament. "It was David Rossi who contacted me and he said that you didn't have your FBI ID with you. It's best to have an acquaintance around you during Operation Miami." He took the initiative to open his red Ford Mustang door for Jack, and then lit up the intercom in his hand, "You FBI people are already on the scene. The terrorists have just shot down a BBC news helicopter. There is chaos near the building. .”
It is indeed not the time for greetings. Jack waved his hand to the pilot who was still on the plane as thanks and goodbye, and got on the car with the SR25 given to him by the deputy team Ray Perry.
To avoid attracting the attention of terrorists, the Harrier II that Jack was riding landed in Bay Park not far from the city center, several kilometers away from the occupied building.
Only by using the walkie-talkie brought by He Ruixiu to contact the scene, he had a rough understanding of the current situation. Not only the local FBI was here, but also the Indian guy who was in the "Omega" group with Harry. Fisher.
When the red convertible Mustang on the two of them arrived at the scene without any obstacles, Fisher was changing clothes in the temporary combat center, and there was a FBI agent holding a microphone and dressed as a news host standing next to him.
When Jack appeared, the young Indian with black curly hair and tall figure widened his eyes in surprise.
The FBI and Harry and others in front of me were in the Florida Islands, 160 kilometers away from Miami more than ten minutes ago, but why did they appear in front of me in the blink of an eye? "Harry will be here soon. Before that, we must help him understand the situation in the building, especially the hostages." Jack winked at him.
In this situation, hostages and other things are not important. If SWAT hadn't been worried that the other party might detonate a nuclear bomb at any time, SWAT would have rushed in long ago.
But the problem is that the hostage he took was Helen.
Fortunately, Aziz was not a direct person. He asked to meet a TV reporter, as if he was planning to publish a declaration or something, so the scene in front of him was born.
Carrying the special camera, Fisher and the FBI agent walked into the elevator with a nervous look on their faces. Jack looked up at the building near the building and asked He Ruixiu beside him, "I'm interested in being me." Is the observer? ”
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This 21-story building has been completed a few months ago. The curtain wall glass on the exterior wall has just been installed. All the above 18 floors are undecorated, and there is almost no view except the load-bearing columns.
"DarkJihad" occupies the top two floors and the rooftop.
According to what He Ruixiu recounted the police, a helicopter forced landing on the roof of the building at that time, and some terrorists rushed out of a van downstairs and drove away the building. Construction worker for decoration work.
"The distance between the two sides is at least 600 yards (550 meters), so are you a professional sniper?" He Ruixiu put down the telescope in his hand and looked at Jack with interest and checked the gun in his hand.
At this time, the two were located in another building on the east side of the occupied building, which was taller, close to 30 floors.
After Jack and He Ruixiu got out of the elevator, they kicked the door and found a suitable office. Then the two of them worked together to push a luxurious desk under the window.
"That's true, but that's not my main business." While answering He Ruixiu's question, he casually drew a few heavy legal books from the office bookshelf and put a shooting position on the table. .
"A behavioral analysis expert who is good at shooting? What a rare professional combination."
The old man put down his telescope and looked back at Jack who was already lying on the desk and put his gun on his desk. He pointed at him. The building opposite, "I found the nuclear bomb, and the hostage was sitting next to it, on the twenty-first floor, between the fifth to the sixth pillar from left to right."
"I heard you are becoming The forensic analyst was a police bomb disposal expert before, and such combinations seem uncommon. "
Jack also said he was not unfamiliar with this person. As early as when Mike Taylor was the director of CSI's New York Laboratory, he talked to him more than once about CSI's laboratories in other regions, among which Miami probably mentioned the most frequently. one.
So although he had never met He Ruixiu, he could be called a god-like friendship for a long time. First, he liked this spin-off drama very much in his previous life, and second, Mike Taylor did treat this far away My colleagues in Miami are highly praised.
According to He Ruixiu's prompt, Jack soon found the nuclear warhead in the scope, with Helen, who was sitting in a naughty face, and Aziz, who was busy in front of the controller with his head down.
It is obvious that the nuclear bomb has not been activated at this time. Jack thought in his mind that he had miscalculated and should have killed it directly.
Of course, he thought about it this way. Aziz had only met him last night. As long as the two met, they would never die. At this time, there were at least a dozen terrorists upstairs.
Jack wanted to replicate the scene of killing the terrorists in Korea, but now he is the only one, and he is really not sure that he can protect Helen while killing all the terrorists. "What are you going to do? Just kill the terrorist leader?" He Ruixiu naturally didn't know someone's inner scene and asked curiously. "You look down on me too much." Jack shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The curtain wall glass will cause the bullet to deflect. Let's take a look at the situation first. Is the key on the neck of the terrorist leader Aziz? "
He Ruixiu picked up the telescope and observed it before nodding, "Does he need to use that key to start the nuclear bomb?" "
"Yes, from the key to the nuclear bomb It takes at least three or four minutes to perform a scheduled operation. Unless he intends to start the nuclear bomb immediately, I will not do it first."
At least, Fisher, who pretended to be a photographer, had to explore the way first. Harry, who had no familiarity with the performance of the aircraft, had to arrive at a low speed.
At this time, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the 20th floor occupied by terrorists in the building opposite.
A leader of the FBI-SWAT team shouted downstairs with a tweeter, "Ceasefire! Damn it, hurry up and ceasefire! The cameraman and reporter you want are here!"
A terrorist put away his gun and looked down from the stairwell in the safe passage. Sure enough, he saw a white man in a white suit with a meticulous hairstyle showing up in the stairwell with his hands raised and his face nervously.
Behind him was an Indian who looked weak, carrying a huge camera.
"You two can come up!" He replied loudly, waved his hand to signal his accomplices to stare here, and he went up to the 21st floor in two steps.
Aziz had just connected the controller to the nuclear bomb, and just took off the key from his neck and inserted it on it, when he saw his subordinates yelling and rushing upstairs, "The cameraman and reporters are here." "Check downstairs and take them up." Aziz quickly walked towards the safety stairs, not taking Helen, who was sitting beside him with pale lips and trembling lips.
After a careful search, FBI agent disguised as a reporter and Fisher, carrying the camera, was pushed and shoved by several terrorists to the 21st floor.
No one knew that Jack in the next building was releasing his phone from the trigger, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He almost fired the gun just now. If it weren't for Aziz's subsequent operations, he was suddenly killed by Interrupted words.
"Jack, are you here?" Harry's call came from the intercom.
"Yes, I'm in the building east of the target, there are about twelve people on the twenty-five floor, they blocked SWAT SWAT, Helen and Aziz on the top floor of the twenty-first floor, uh. Wait”
In Jack's scope, Helen tiptoed to the front of the controller connecting the nuclear warhead, reached out to pull out the key inserted on it, stuffed it into his chest and quietly retreated back to his original position.
The several terrorists on this floor either focus on the safety passage and wait for the reporter to appear, or stand behind the glass curtain wall and face the noisy street with sirens downstairs.
A few fire trucks at the distant intersection have just put out the fire ignited by the crashed helicopter and are trying to find survivors around the wreckage.
"Harry, you'd better hurry up. Helen stole the start key of the nuclear warhead." Jack's tone was quite hard to describe.
It can only be said that it is not that the whole family doesn't come into the family. Jessian's personality is obviously not just inherited from her father.
It can be clearly heard from Harry's voice that he was also stunned, "Tell me the coordinates, I'll be there soon."
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He Ruixiu found the latitude and longitude report from Google map and gave it to the opposite side. Although there was no expression on the face of the super-age uncle, Jack could still get through his bright little eyes He felt that he was full of expectations for what might happen next.
Another crowd of people who watch the fun is not a big deal.
In the building opposite, Aziz was making his declaration to the camera, "'DarkJihad' has now proved his strength, and it's time to respond to you next.
Immediately evacuate all military bases in the Middle East and release Guantanamo prisoners. Don’t force us to razor the place to the ground, and don’t want to solve the problem through other means. Everyone here is determined to die!
As long as I twist If you move this key, the countdown will be."
He turned around and pointed to the controller connected to the nuclear warhead, and Fisher also cooperated to turn the camera there.
".When the time comes, two million people will be buried with us. This is definitely not a big deal."
The "reporter" who was snatched the microphone was raised his hand and asked, "Sorry, what key is it? ? "
"Of course it was that key, inserted on it." Aziz turned around again, and saw the empty console with his eyes almost glaring out. "Who took the key?" He threw the microphone back to the "reporter" and asked sternly.
The terrorists around looked at each other, and no one said anything.
Helen, who was "depressed" and forced herself to calm down, secretly stepped on the high heels on her feet, and moved carefully towards the open security door.
Aziz was naturally not stupid. He glanced at him for a week and locked in Helen at the first time, "It's her! Kill her!"
A terrorist raised his gun and fired his bullets, jingling the bullets. When he hit the thick metal fire door, Helen's figure had disappeared from the stairwell. "Catch up with her!" Without even bothering to scold a group of pig teammates, Aziz picked up the AKM at hand and took the lead in chasing her.
Several subordinates followed their boss into the stairwell and rushed along the stairs to the rooftop. Fisher, who had been carrying a camera on his shoulders, was now covered in sweat on his forehead, and he was disguised as a reporter. He was disguised as a reporter. The agent exchanged glances and opened the dark square bit by bit with his right hand.
"Bang!"
A 7.62×51mm race bullet made a small round hole on the glass curtain wall, and then penetrated the temple of the terrorist closest to Fisher.
Fisher threw away the camera on his left shoulder, and had a Glock 19 in his hand, shooting several shots to kill the remaining two terrorists. "God bless." The Indian man drew a cross on his chest and let out a long sigh.
As the gunshot sounded, the FBI agent who was lying on the ground immediately got up from the ground, picked up a handful of AKM, squatted behind the safety door, and looked at the entrance of the stairs.
Fisher took out another walkie-talkie from the camera block on the ground and asked in a trembling voice, "Agent Tavolle, did you do it? The 21st floor has been cleaned up."
Jack was already holding the SR25 and entered the elevator, "Yes, you can just keep the 21st floor, Harry said that he would leave the 20th floor to him."
At the same time he spoke, He Ruixiu had already The elevator button leading to the top floor was pressed. "Ah?" Although there were another hundred thousand whys in my heart, Fisher knew that he had to obey the command at this time.
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At this time, Aziz was fainted by a large pile of undemolished scaffolding as soon as he came up. "Where are the people? Where have they been hidden?"
The three subordinates following him looked at him He was very aggressive, but in fact, his eyes were almost filled with mosquito coils.
Aziz really has few capable subordinates now, and he is the few who are smart and capable of fighting. He was almost beaten by Jack and Harry on the island before.
The few people at present, except for one helicopter pilot, the only one who can be called an advantage is the trait of a crazy believer. "You two, come on the helicopter with him." Aziz waved his hand to his subordinates who were foolishly following him, and bent down and got into the scaffolding.
"Damn it!" Jack, who was running up to the top of the stairs, had just laid down and put up his gun when Aziz's shiny forehead disappeared into the scope.
He Ruixiu, who was following him, was not at all concerned about the roof opposite, but looked at Harrier II, who was slowly hovering in the air, and exclaimed, "Wow! What do he want to do?" br>
(This chapter ends)