Chapter 1,433 Gunshots on the Streets of Washington

At ten o'clock in the evening, in a hotel less than one kilometer away from K Street in Washington, Jacob Wood carried his briefcase and hurriedly walked out of the elevator and left the elegantly decorated hall.

His face was quite haggard, and he had barely slept a wink since yesterday. The calls came to his cell phone one after another, and they were all of a big nature. Out of helplessness and panic, he turned off his phone, fled his apartment, and hid in this hotel.

He didn't understand why those people came to him, why not someone else.

His job, career, family, and relationships were all destroyed because of that report. There is no doubt that he has been involved in a political controversy. According to his past experience, professions such as journalists, private detectives, hackers, etc., often end badly once they are involved in political disturbances.

However, what he didn't understand was that it was just an indifferent report. How could these people's reaction be so big?

He originally planned to stay here for a few more days, but when he came back from doing errands at noon, he found that someone had been in his room, and he also found a bug on the bedside table. It was clear that Washington couldn't stay any longer and decided to go to Colorado to join his brother and stay there for a while until the limelight passed.

A Ford car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

The driver's door opened, and a man in a suit with a crew cut stepped out and walked straight towards Wood.

"Hello, are you Mr. Jacob Wood?"

A polite question came from the front, and Wood subconsciously wanted to answer yes, but he quickly came to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his voice.

"No, you have found the wrong person."

"Really?" The man looked around, took out a photo from his arms, and glanced at Wood with a half-smile.

The look in his eyes made people feel quite uncomfortable, especially the act of taking out photos for comparison in person. Just when Wood frowned and was about to get angry, at some point, two strong black men in suits stood behind him, blocking all his escape routes.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and at the same time, a deep voice sounded behind him.

"I advise you to be honest. We still have room for discussion."

Listening to the crackling sound coming out of his fist, Wood swallowed tremblingly.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I just want to have a good chat with you," the man in the suit said with a smile, "If you don't want something unpleasant to happen, then you'd better get in the car with us -"

Before he could finish his words, a Hummer suddenly came out from around the corner.

Two bright headlights were turned on, and with a harsh friction sound, the Hummer crashed straight towards this side.

Without any hesitation, the man in a suit rushed to one side, and the two strong black men also ran to both sides with their eyes covered. As for Jacob Wood, who was surrounded by them earlier, no one paid any attention to him.

To them, it didn't matter whether Wood died or not.

It would be nice to be able to take control and help them continue to do things, but if they just die like this, there are other things that can be done.

However, the seemingly out-of-control Hummer did not hit Wood as the man in the suit thought. Instead, it suddenly turned a corner and hit one of the black bodyguards.

There was just a bang, and the 200-pound strong man was like a kite with its string broken. He was directly hit by the Hummer and flew out. Blood covered the wall. The car door suddenly opened, and two men wearing sunglasses and baseball caps quickly jumped out and dragged the frightened Wood into the car.

Seeing this scene, another strong black man immediately took out a submachine gun from his coat. However, before he could pull the trigger, there was a short gunshot in the distance, and a sniper bullet hit him in the chest. Shoot him to the ground.

Screams were heard one after another, and passers-by who had seen the car accident and were ready to help,

After seeing the submachine gun and hearing the gunshot, they immediately screamed and ran away. Some people took out their phones and dialed 911 while running.

Everyone's faces were filled with fear and difficulty.

This is Washington!

The political center of the United States!

Who is so bold to fight here? !

"Shet!"

The man in a suit who was lying on the ground just took out his pistol and saw that his teammate was shot. He trembled all over and rolled and crawled into the back of the trash can next to him. Being pointed at by a sniper gun, he no longer cared about the hijacked target and immediately pressed the Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear.

"The target has been hijacked! The hijacker is driving a Humvee with license plate number XXXX and is fleeing towards L Street! Be careful! They have sniper support!"

…

She calmly disassembled the sniper rifle into parts and put them into the backpack she carried with her. Instead of taking the stairs directly downstairs, Bernice fastened the hook to the water pipe on the roof and threw the rope down for ten seconds. Several stories high building, and then hooked the rope and slid directly down.

Landing in an alley, Bernice pulled out a motorcycle from the back of the trash can, put the helmet on her head, and stepped on it neatly with her slender legs. As a stream of exhaust gas spurted out, the roar of the engine soon drifted away from the intersection of the alley.

"The target has been controlled, and now the person should be in the hands of the Boston Consortium." While speeding on the streets of Washington, D.C., Bernice reported the situation in the United States to Jiang Chen.

"Very good, that person is in their hands as well as ours. They know what to do." Jiang Chen nodded, "How is the situation over there? I just watched the news. What happened over there? There seems to be a lot of movement?"

"When the people from the Boston Group arrived, Morgan and Rockefeller's people had already hijacked the target and were armed. Just in case, I fired a shot from a distance to support them. The Washington police have not noticed me yet. Here, the pursuit of the fleeing Humvee is underway."

"Well, you can report the specific situation to me later. You should withdraw from Washington first." Jiang Chen nodded.

"yes."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen looked at Ayesha who was standing aside.

"The situation may be more serious than we imagined, but fortunately, the person has been found."

Fortunately, Jacob Woody was controlled by people from the Boston Consortium. Otherwise, as long as this man who "told the truth" died, even if John F. Kennedy did nothing, his campaign image would be tarnished. stain.

As long as public opinion is slightly guided, people can easily connect Wood's death with the report he signed before his death.

"The editor-in-chief of the Washington Post has taken control. What's the next step?" Ayesha asked.

"The next step is to find out from his mouth who was the person who instigated him to pass that report, and then follow the clues to find out, and uproot the planners and implementers of the entire incident." After a pause, Jiang Chen He continued, "We have reached the last moment, and any possible accidents must be ruled out."