Chapter 889 Hard Landing

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"Will he go?" Sitting opposite Kamut, Gasol, the vice-captain of the Poison Arrow Mercenary Corps, asked in a deep voice.

"50% probability, but it's worth our gamble." Kamut glanced at the machine gun in the window, "After all, we have no better choice than this."

The embassy has been surrounded by SWAT, and the muzzles of armored vehicles can already be seen outside the door, and even heavily armed American soldiers can be seen. If it weren't for Jiang Chen and Xin Guo's diplomats who might be in the embassy to make the White House throw a mouse, the attack would have started long ago with a certain country's urgency to never compromise with terrorists.

"If he goes." Gasol grinned, as if he was smiling, but there was a difference.

Kamut laughed, leaning his rifle against the edge of his chair.

"Steven will wrap up for us."

As if his fate had been decided, the two looked at each other and smiled. It's just that they didn't think about their own destiny at all.

From the moment they arrived in Los Angeles, they had no intention of returning alive. For the gatekeeper, if Jiang Chen is eliminated, he has fulfilled his mission. He is worthy of the Rothschild name and the meaning of existence given to him by the Freemasonry.

For the Poison Arrow Mercenary Corps...they are both for faith and revenge.

"What about this guy?" Gasol pointed at Zhu Yu lying in a pool of blood with his chin.

Because there was no bandage, the agent had lost too much blood to the point of dying. If there was no further treatment, he might die in a short time.

Kamut tapped the armrest with his fingers, thought for a moment, and turned on the headset on his head.

The call was connected quickly, Kamut said slowly.

"You have 30 minutes left, maybe I need to remind you that our patience is limited."

After turning on Wushuang, the emotion was stripped from the body, Jiang Chen said with a blank face: "Oh."

Kamut raised his eyebrows, Jiang Chen's tone made him a little unpredictable.

"In thirty minutes, if you haven't shown up at—"

"Five minutes is enough."

The communication was cut off,

Kamut froze for a moment, and looked at Gasol.

"What happened?" Gasol asked.

"I always feel that something is wrong." Kamut frowned.

...

The Aurora-20 galloping above the clouds did not attract the attention of the radar. After hanging up the communication, Jiang Chen pulled up the throttle. Under his operation, the vortex engine turned its direction and began to slow down, and the Aurora-20 also instantly switched from the flying attitude to the vertical take-off and landing suspension attitude.

Horizontal speed reduced to 0.

Jiang Chen reached out and undid the nylon buckle on his body, freeing himself from the constraints of the pilot's seat.

The blood red faded from the pupils, and the unparalleled state was lifted in an instant. Jiang Chen reached out and patted the joystick of the fighter jet, and threw the fighter jet into the storage space.

The cold air flowed around his body, Jiang Chen didn't stay in the air for too long, and he was transferred to the present world in the next instant, touching the soft bed behind him.

The T-3 power armor was placed beside the bed, and the anti-radar painted shell exuded a faint bright silver brilliance. The legs and feet were equipped with anti-shock modules, and the slow-descent jet was carried on the back. After the boat was put on the power armor, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and disappeared into the room.

On the Avenue of Venice, the reporters pointed their long guns and short barrels at the occupied embassy, ​​standing in front of the camera and talking and reporting. The Los Angeles police stood at a loss behind the police car, looking at the SWAT special forces and FBI and CIA agents who were also at a loss.

The U.S. military not far away is having a combat meeting, but it has been almost half an hour since they got off the Osprey transport plane, and they still haven't made any moves.

The Columbia TV reporter Bain squatted on the side of the road, ate the hot dog in his hand carelessly, patted his greasy hands, and was about to return to the camera when there was another whistling sound in the air.

Bane looked up at the empty night sky, tilted his neck and thought.

How many times is this already? The F35 of the US military whizzed past Los Angeles, but often only circled briefly before returning to a nearby air force base. Maybe they think they can put pressure on terrorists in this way? Or let the American people know that the federal government is not doing nothing.

But the truth is, they didn't do anything.

Embassies enjoy a high degree of diplomatic immunity under the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations. Without the authorization of the new country, breaking into the embassy is not allowed, even for the purpose of rescuing and destroying terrorists.

Yes, for some reason, Xinguo refused the authorization of the United States to enter the embassy. At this time, if the US military enters the embassy, ​​there is only one way, and that is to take back the right to use the leased land of the embassy in Los Angeles. In short, it is to expel diplomats from the new country...of course it is impossible for the United States to do so. Rather, Xinguo's refusal to grant the authorization actually made Hillary breathe a sigh of relief.

Facing the heavily armed mercenaries, she really didn't have the confidence to rescue the hostages without harming them. And once something goes wrong with Jiang Chen, there is no guarantee that the intercontinental missiles on the bottom of the sea will still be there.

Facing inquiries from domestic and foreign journalists, the White House spokesperson hypocritically expressed "regret" over the refusal of the US military to enter the embassy of the new country. At the same time, he emphasized again that terrorism in any form is the common enemy of all mankind. Absolutely will not compromise with terrorism...

You see, it's not that we didn't do anything, it's that Xinguo didn't let us ban it.

Shaking his head, Bane looked away from the night sky and was about to return to his camera. However, at this moment, his eyes looking into the sky seemed to be glued to the sky, staring fixedly at the top of the embassy...

Flames wrapped around the lower edge of the power armor, looking like a twinkling meteor from a distance. The airflow condenses into a scorching cyclone in the bowl-shaped impact-resistant module at the bottom of the foot, and it falls vertically from the roof of the embassy with the roar of breaking the sound barrier.

This is the blind spot for militants in the embassy.

Jiang Chen's gaze was fixed on the sloping roof, and the heat source information of the enemy units had been marked in his window. As for how he did it, we have to start with the chip implanted in the back of the ghost agent's neck and the camera in the embassy...

Without the slightest buffer, the power armor directly crushed the roof with a hard landing posture. Along with the dust, the three mercenaries in the hostage room were crushed to pieces along with the tiles on the ceiling and floor of the second floor.

Outside Venice Avenue, reporters, police, SWAT, the army in a meeting, and the crowd who don't know the truth, all have only one expression on their faces, and that is undisguised sluggishness. They didn't know what that thing was, and when they realized it, it had already hit the embassy of the new country.

As if the entire embassy had been shelled, a corner was directly cut off.

Also confused were the hostages curled up in the corner. Because of the corner, the collapse that happened in an instant did not cause much damage to them. And those mercenaries standing in the middle of the room were not so lucky...

The bloodstained mercenary reluctantly raised his pistol and pointed at the steel monster standing up from the dust.

Jiang Chen reached out and brushed away the steel and concrete wreckage hanging in front of him, ignoring the spewing gun flames and incoming bullets, stretched out his hand and slapped away the pistol in his hand, pinching his neck——

Blood was sprinkled on the surface of the steel armor, making the already hideous armor even more bloodthirsty.

Jiang Chen looked out the window and saw American soldiers and SWAT at the door ready to move, but it was obvious that they hadn't been authorized to enter the embassy...or in other words, the Xinguo Presidential Palace, which had passed through Jiang Chen earlier, did not approve U.S. authorization to enter the embassy.

Turning his head, from behind the half-collapsed ruins, Jiang Chen saw those eyes full of horror but inexplicable relief. Xia Shiyu didn't suffer any damage except that her forehead was scratched by falling cement fragments and covered in dust.

Not only Xia Shiyu, but also the head of the Xin Guo embassy and a group of diplomats, everyone is safe and sound.

After confirming the safety of the hostages, Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally caught up, and Bernice's side has almost changed.

Just at this time, the communication request was sent to Jiang Chen's watch.

"The target position has been reached."

"You can do it now." Jiang Chen said lightly.

"yes."

After receiving the order, Bernice ended the communication.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of hostility flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes. The triangular gun barrel popped out from the steel right arm, whistling with the buzzing of death, Jiang Chen stepped over the rubble and threw out the hummingbird drone and small unmanned drone loaded with ammunition from the storage space. After setting the command to protect the hostages at the computer terminal, he walked forward along the corridor.

A strong wind came from the side, and the mercenary hiding behind the door slammed the steel helmet with a tactical hatchet. This fierce action seemed flawless, but he obviously didn't consider the hardness of the A-shaped steel. The axe didn't even knock off a layer of iron on the helmet, and the dagger swung at him sliced ​​off his right arm.

Ignoring the mercenaries who fell to the ground screaming and bleeding profusely, Jiang Chen continued to move forward.

The mercenaries crouching behind the bunker vented their fear into the bullets of their rifles, trying to push back the killing armor with firepower. However, the jumping sparks are reflected in their pupils. Even the mechanical exoskeleton for the star ring trade and the special rifle ammunition with enhanced armor-piercing performance cannot defend against the people facing them.

The grenade was thrown at Jiang Chen.

The hot wind of the explosion blew across the surface of the armor, except for a series of tinkling sounds, it failed to bring any comfort to the mercenaries who were completely in fear.

The fear didn't last long, including the impending pain.

Jiang Chen raised the rotating triangular barrel and pulled the trigger.

In an orange-yellow trajectory, blood and fire ended their lives... (To be continued.)

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