I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1433: Gunshots on the streets of Washington

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At 10pm, in a hotel in Washington, less than one kilometer from K Street, Jacob Wood carrying a briefcase and hurriedly walked out of the elevator and left this elegantly decorated hall.

His face was quite haggard. From yesterday to now, almost no eyes closed. Calls were made one by one to his cell phone, and the origin was not small. Out of frustration and panic, he turned off his cell phone, escaped from his apartment, and hid in this hotel.

He does n’t understand why those people find themselves and why they are not others.

His work, career, family, and interpersonal relationships are all ruined because of that report. There is no doubt that he has been involved in a political turmoil. According to his previous experience, professions such as journalists, private investigators, hackers, etc., once involved in the political storm, often end badly.

However, what makes him wonder is that it is a painless report. Are these people's reactions so great?

He originally planned to stay here for a few more days, but when he went out to do something at noon and returned, he found someone in his room and also found a bug on the bedside table. Obviously, Washington can't stay any longer. He decided to go to Colorado to join his brother and stay there for a while until the limelight passes.

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

The door of the driver ’s seat opened, and a man in a suit with a flat head came down and walked straight towards Wood.

"Hello, are you Mr. Jacob Wood?"

Politely asked before, Wood subconsciously wanted to answer yes, but quickly recovered, lowering his head slightly, lowering his voice.

"No, you have found the wrong person."

"Really?" The man glanced around his eyes and took a photo from his arms, glancing at Wood with a smile.

The person who looks at the eyes is quite uncomfortable, especially the act of matching photos in person. Just as Wood frowned, and was about to get angry, some time, two black strong men in suits stood behind him and had blocked 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 to discuss."

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

"What do you want to do?"

"Nothing, just looking for you to have a good chat," said the man in a suit with a smile. "If you don't want something unpleasant, it's best to follow us in the car-"

The voice hasn't fallen yet, a Hummer car is suddenly killed from the corner.

The two glare lights turned on, and with a harsh rubbing sound, the Hummer rammed straight towards this side.

Without any hesitation, the man in the suit rushed to the side, and the two strong black men ran to both sides, covering their eyes. As for Jacob Wood, who had previously been surrounded by them, nobody cares.

For them, it does n’t matter whether Wood is dead or not.

It ’s good to be able to control and help them continue their work, but if they die like this, there are other articles to do.

However, the seemingly out-of-control Hummer did not crash into Wood as the man in a suit thought, but suddenly turned a corner and crashed into one of the black bodyguards.

Only with a bang, the two hundred pounds of brawny men were like broken kites. They were directly hit by the Hummer and flew out. The door opened violently, and the two men with sunglasses and baseball caps quickly jumped off and dragged the frightened Wood into the car.

Seeing this scene, another strong black man immediately pulled a submachine gun from his coat, but before he pulled the trigger, a short shot from a distance, a sniper bullet hit him in the chest Shot him in the chest.

The screams were one after another. I originally saw passers-by who were going to help in a car accident. After seeing the submachine gun and hearing the sound of the gun, they immediately screamed and ran away. Take out the phone and dial 911.

Everyone ’s face is full of panic and difficult to execute.

This is Washington!

American political center!

Who is so brave to fight here? !

"Shet!"

The man in a suit lying on the ground just pulled out his pistol and saw his teammate was shot. He was covered with excitement and even crawled into the trash box beside him. Pointed by the sniper rifle, he could not care about the hijacked target at this moment, and immediately pressed the Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear.

"The target was hijacked! The hijacker drove a Hummer car with license plate number XXXX and was fleeing towards L Street! Be careful! They have sniper support!"

......

Without hastily disassembling the sniper rifle into parts, and put it in the backpack that he carried with him, Bernice did not go down the stairs directly, but locked the hook on the water pipe on the roof and threw the rope Going down a dozen-story building, then slid directly under the rope.

Landing in an alley, Bernice pulled a motorcycle from behind the trash can, put the helmet on his head, and slender legs straddled up neatly. As a string of exhaust gas erupted, the roar of the engine soon drifted away from the intersection of the alley.

"The target has been controlled, and now people should be in the hands of the Boston Consortium." Galloping on the streets of Washington, DC, Bernice reported to Jiang Chen on the American side.

"Very good, that person is in their hands as we are in ours, they know what to do." Jiang Chen nodded, "How is your situation? I just read the news, your side It seems the noise is not small? "

"When the Boston consortium arrived, the people of Morgan and Rockefeller had hijacked the target and carried weapons. Just in case, I shot them in the distance to support them, and now the Washington police have not yet Notice that on my side, I am trying my best to hunt down the fleeing Hummer. "

"Well, the specific situation will be reported to me later, you first withdraw from Washington." Jiang Chen nodded.

"Yes."

After the phone hung up, Jiang Chen looked at Aisha, who was standing by.

"The situation may be more serious than we thought, but fortunately, people are looking for it."

Fortunately, Jacob Woody was controlled by the Boston Consortium. Otherwise, as long as the "tell the truth" person died, even if John Kennedy did nothing, his campaign image would be infected. Not small stains.

With a little guidance on public opinion, it is easy for people to associate Wood ’s death with the report he signed before he died.

"The editor-in-chief of the Washington Post is under control. What next?" Aisha asked.

"The next step is to figure out from his mouth, to persuade him to pass through the report, and then find it out, and uproot the planners and implementers of the whole incident." After a pause , Jiang Chen continued, "It has come to the end, and any possible accidents must be ruled out."