Chapter 885 Is Burning

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The night surrounds Los Angeles, and the brilliant neon lights embellish this bustling city into a city that never sleeps.

The cool sea breeze blew across the street, dissipating the heat accumulated during the day, and the crowds on the corners and alleys remained undiminished, with a layer of foggy outline spread by the halo of the car lights.

This is the economic and cultural center of the west coast of North America. Hundreds of years of peace have accumulated unimaginable wealth here. Even though there has been a little twists and turns recently, people's faces are not covered with serious clouds.

Regardless of ethnicity, people are genuinely proud of the city and believe in a better tomorrow.

Late night also belongs to Venice Street.

Because of the recent attacks, the defense around the Xin Guo embassy has been adjusted. After consulting the White House, the FBI assigned some agents to assist the Los Angeles police in investigating the terrorist attack that took place in the parade, and the assigned agents were replaced by the CIA.

Wearing a black overcoat, Brad leaned against the door of the car. Because the target has been staying in the embassy these days, as Lawrence's capable subordinate, he temporarily took over the embassy's defense work.

Looking at the lights in the embassy, ​​Brad couldn't help but feel a little bored.

No matter how arrogant the terrorist is, it is impossible for him to have the strength and guts to run into the new embassy jointly guarded by the FBI and the CIA. The support helicopter is on standby at any time on the tarmac of the FBI branch, and the FBI sniper squad is also deployed not far away. It is no exaggeration to say that the security level here is second only to the three places.

The Pentagon, the White House, and Congress.

Like a door god, the CIA agent standing directly opposite him handed out a cigarette and grinned.

"Do you smoke?"

"Thanks."

Brad took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out the lighter, and lit the cigarette. The CIA agent who handed him the cigarette couldn't wait to borrow the lighter, lit one for himself, and puffed out the smoke ring happily.

"My name is Alvin Keynes, what about you?"

"Brad Wayne."

"How many missions are there?" Keynes asked.

"I don't remember." Brad shook his head.

A trace of surprise appeared on Keynes' face,

Then a look of interest appeared.

"Don't remember? Shet, you must be an old chap. Ever been to Iraq?"

"No, my work is mainly in China." Brad shook his head.

He had already begun to feel that the person in front of him was chattering. However, this Mr. Keynes was not conscious at all. Instead of stopping the conversation, he talked about his service career in Iraq vividly.

"I've been there, it's terrible, there's sand everywhere, camels, bombs..."

Listening to the endless voice of his colleagues opposite, Brad frowned slightly.

Smoking is okay, but chatting while on duty is a bit bad. Anyone with a little experience knows that chatting can distract attention and weaken the ability to respond to emergencies. I don't think anything will happen, but attitude is a key issue.

Brad could now tell that the agent was probably a newcomer nine out of ten. As for the reason for withdrawing from the front line, 80% of them were chattering that seriously affected the task.

Moving his gaze to the opposite street, Brad selectively ignored him.

Why did you shoot a newcomer here? What on earth are those idiots from the CIA thinking!

At the bend across the street, a truck with posters of Hollywood blockbusters slowly stopped on the side of the road. There seemed to be something wrong with the car. The owner opened the door and got out of the car, looked around the tires a few times, took out his phone and seemed to call the car repairer, and then walked to the nearby shop.

Just as Brad was trying to see what movie was being advertised on the poster, a similar truck also appeared on the other side of the road, slowly driving towards this side as the traffic flowed.

At this moment, Brad frowned slightly, and an indescribable sense of disobedience welled up in his heart.

Almost subconsciously, he reached out and took off the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

"Jamie, the truck is twenty meters to your left, go up and check it."

"learn."

The plainclothes detective standing next to the car not far away walked towards the truck parked on the side of the road, first glanced at the things in the driver's seat, and then walked towards the cargo box behind the truck. However, at this moment, the truck passing by the road in front of the embassy suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

"There's something wrong with that car." Keynes looked towards the middle of the road and said what Brad was thinking.

However, before everyone had time to react, the truck in the middle of the road suddenly burst into flames behind the cargo box.

"boom--!!!"

A ball of crimson fire suddenly enveloped the entire truck, and the shock wave even overturned the car following behind, shattering the windows of all vehicles within a ten-meter radius, as well as the glass windows of shops. Lawrence suddenly buried his head, and the flying debris swept over his head almost at the same time.

However, Keynes standing next to him was not so lucky. A pool of blood had been scattered on the iron door behind him, and aluminum alloy fragments cruelly pierced his neck and chest.

The explosion happened quite suddenly.

Cars scrambling to flee collided together, and the traffic was first thrown into chaos. People on the street screamed and fled, and the brave ones took out their mobile phones to call the police while running, and the car's anti-theft alarm bells rang loudly, exaggerating the chaos on the street...

Although the entrance of the embassy is ten meters away from the road, this distance is nothing to the bomb! Brad pulled out the pistol in his arms immediately, and aimed at the burning wreckage and the chaotic crowd.

In an instant, Brad had sorted out the train of thought of the attacker.

The first wave of attacks is just chaos!

The real attack is the second wave!

"Damn, are they crazy?!"

With a grim expression on his face, Brad clenched his teeth and stared at the fleeing crowd, guarding against possible attackers. At the same time, he reached out and touched his shoulder, reporting the situation to the FBI's Los Angeles branch.

"A terrorist attack occurred at the gate of the Singapore embassy! Repeat, a terrorist attack occurred at the gate of the Singapore embassy..."

The fire engine had already sensed that the firefighters, wearing respirators and carrying cans, rushed towards the burning wreckage in the middle of the road. However, at this moment, Brad found that Jamie, who went to investigate the truck parked not far away, had fallen into a pool of blood...

The door of the truck had already been opened, and a group of soldiers armed to the teeth with black dragon scale armor jumped onto the road with assault rifles in their hands.

Without any identification marks, they were loaded neatly and spread out to the surrounding bunkers like a professional army. The muzzles in their hands were already pointing this way.

Brad's pupils shrank sharply.

No matter who they are, one thing is for sure, they are definitely not SWAT who came to support! (To be continued.)

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