At 10 o'clock in the evening, in the hotel in Washington less than a kilometer from K Street, Jacob Wood hurriedly walked through the elevator and walked out of the elegantly decorated hall.
His face was quite haggard, and he had hardly closed his eyes since yesterday.
The phone calls came one by one to his cell phone, and they were quite famous.
Out of helplessness and panic, he turned off his cell phone, fled from his apartment, and hid in the hotel.
He didn't understand why those people came to him and why they were not others.
His work, career, family, and interpersonal relationships were all ruined because of that report.
There is no doubt that he has been involved in a political storm.
According to his past experience, professions such as journalists, private detectives, hackers, etc. will often end up miserably once they are involved in political turmoil.
However, what he didn't understand was that it was just a painless report. Is these people's reaction so big?
He originally planned to stay here for a few more days, but after going out to do something at noon, he found someone in his room and found a wiretap machine on the bedside table.
Obviously, Washington could no longer stay, so he decided to go to Colorado to join his younger brother and stay there for a while until the sensation passed.
A Ford car slowly stopped on the side of the road.
The door of the driver's seat opened, and a man in a suit with a flat head walked down and walked straight towards Wood.
Hello, are you Mr. Jacob Wood?
A polite inquiry came from the front, and Wood subconsciously wanted to answer yes, but soon came to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his voice.
No, you found the wrong person.
Yeah?The man glanced around him, took out a photo from his arms, and glanced at Wood with a smile.
The person who looked at that look was quite uncomfortable, especially the behavior of taking out the photos in person to compare them.
Just as Wood frowned and was about to get angry, at some point, two strong black men in suits stood behind him, blocking all his retreat.
A drop of cold sweat slid down from his forehead, and at the same time, a low voice rang behind him.
I advise you to be honest, we still have room for discussion.
Hearing the crackling sound coming out of his fists, Wood swallowed tremblingly.
What do you want to do?
It's nothing, I just want to have a good chat with you.As he said, the man in the suit smiled and said, if you don't want some unpleasant situations, it's better to follow us into the car
Before he could finish his words, a Hummer suddenly came out from the corner.
Two strong lights turned on, and with the harsh friction sound, the Hummer crashed straight towards this side.
Without any hesitation, the man in the suit rushed to the side, and the two strong black men also covered their eyes and ran to both sides.
As for Jacob Wood, who was surrounded by them before, no one paid any attention to it.
For them, it doesn't matter whether Wood dies or not.
It is of course good to be able to control it and help them continue to do things, but if they die like this, there are other articles to do.
However, the Hummer, which seemed out of control, did not crash into Wood as the man in suit thought, but suddenly turned a corner and hit one of the black bodyguards.
With a bang, the strong man with a 200-pound pound looked like a kite with a broken string and was directly knocked out by a Hummer, and blood was covered in the wall.
The car door suddenly opened, and two men with sunglasses and baseball caps jumped off quickly, pulling 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, a short gunshot from a distance, and a sniper bullet hit his chest and shot him to the ground.
Screams came one after another. I saw passers-by who were about to come up to help in a car accident. After seeing the submachine gun and hearing the gunshot, I immediately screamed and ran away. Some people ran out their phones and called 911.
Everyone's faces were filled with fear and difficulty in executing afterwards.
This is Washington!
The political center of America!
Who is so brave to fight here?!
Shet!
The man in the suit lying on the ground took out his pistol when he saw his teammate being shot, and he was shocked and rolled and crawled into the back of the trash can next to him.
He was pointed at by a sniper rifle, and he didn't care about the target he was hijacked and immediately pressed the Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear.
The target was hijacked!The hijacker drove a Hummer with license plate number XXXX, and was running towards L Street!careful!They have sniper support!
……
Unhurriedly dismantled the sniper rifle into parts and put it in the backpack I carried casually. Erin did not go downstairs directly, but locked the hook on the water pipe on the roof, threw the rope down the building more than ten stories high, and then slid down directly with the rope.
Landing in an alley, Erin pulled out a motorcycle from the back of the trash can, put her helmet on her head, and her slender legs stepped up neatly.
As a string of exhaust gas ejected, 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.Racing on the streets of Washington, DC, Erin reported to Jiang Chen about the situation in the United States.
Very good, that guy is in their hands as we do, they know what to do.Jiang Chen nodded, how is your situation there?I just read the news, and the noise you made seems to be quite a bit of noise?
When the Boston Consortium arrived, Morgan and Rockefeller's men had already hijacked the target and carried weapons.Just in case, I fired a gun to support them in the distance. Now the Washington police have not noticed me yet and are pursuing the fleeing Hummer.
Well, let’s report to me in the specific situation later. You can withdraw from Washington first.Jiang Chen nodded.
yes.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen looked at Dilraba Dilraba who was standing aside.
The situation may be even worse than we thought, but fortunately, people are looking for it.
Fortunately, Jacob Woodet was controlled by the Boston Consortium. Otherwise, as long as the truth-teller died, even if John Kennedy did nothing, his campaign image would have to be stained.
With a little guidance on public opinion, it is easy for people to associate Wood's death with the report he signed before his death.
The editor-in-chief of the Washington Post said that it has already taken control. What's the next step?Dilraba asked.
The next step is to figure out who the person who instigated him to go through the report, and then follow the clues to find the planners and implementers of the entire incident.After a moment of pause, Jiang Chen continued to say that it was already at the last moment and any possible accidents must be ruled out.
His face was quite haggard, and he had hardly closed his eyes since yesterday.
The phone calls came one by one to his cell phone, and they were quite famous.
Out of helplessness and panic, he turned off his cell phone, fled from his apartment, and hid in the hotel.
He didn't understand why those people came to him and why they were not others.
His work, career, family, and interpersonal relationships were all ruined because of that report.
There is no doubt that he has been involved in a political storm.
According to his past experience, professions such as journalists, private detectives, hackers, etc. will often end up miserably once they are involved in political turmoil.
However, what he didn't understand was that it was just a painless report. Is these people's reaction so big?
He originally planned to stay here for a few more days, but after going out to do something at noon, he found someone in his room and found a wiretap machine on the bedside table.
Obviously, Washington could no longer stay, so he decided to go to Colorado to join his younger brother and stay there for a while until the sensation passed.
A Ford car slowly stopped on the side of the road.
The door of the driver's seat opened, and a man in a suit with a flat head walked down and walked straight towards Wood.
Hello, are you Mr. Jacob Wood?
A polite inquiry came from the front, and Wood subconsciously wanted to answer yes, but soon came to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and lowered his voice.
No, you found the wrong person.
Yeah?The man glanced around him, took out a photo from his arms, and glanced at Wood with a smile.
The person who looked at that look was quite uncomfortable, especially the behavior of taking out the photos in person to compare them.
Just as Wood frowned and was about to get angry, at some point, two strong black men in suits stood behind him, blocking all his retreat.
A drop of cold sweat slid down from his forehead, and at the same time, a low voice rang behind him.
I advise you to be honest, we still have room for discussion.
Hearing the crackling sound coming out of his fists, Wood swallowed tremblingly.
What do you want to do?
It's nothing, I just want to have a good chat with you.As he said, the man in the suit smiled and said, if you don't want some unpleasant situations, it's better to follow us into the car
Before he could finish his words, a Hummer suddenly came out from the corner.
Two strong lights turned on, and with the harsh friction sound, the Hummer crashed straight towards this side.
Without any hesitation, the man in the suit rushed to the side, and the two strong black men also covered their eyes and ran to both sides.
As for Jacob Wood, who was surrounded by them before, no one paid any attention to it.
For them, it doesn't matter whether Wood dies or not.
It is of course good to be able to control it and help them continue to do things, but if they die like this, there are other articles to do.
However, the Hummer, which seemed out of control, did not crash into Wood as the man in suit thought, but suddenly turned a corner and hit one of the black bodyguards.
With a bang, the strong man with a 200-pound pound looked like a kite with a broken string and was directly knocked out by a Hummer, and blood was covered in the wall.
The car door suddenly opened, and two men with sunglasses and baseball caps jumped off quickly, pulling 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, a short gunshot from a distance, and a sniper bullet hit his chest and shot him to the ground.
Screams came one after another. I saw passers-by who were about to come up to help in a car accident. After seeing the submachine gun and hearing the gunshot, I immediately screamed and ran away. Some people ran out their phones and called 911.
Everyone's faces were filled with fear and difficulty in executing afterwards.
This is Washington!
The political center of America!
Who is so brave to fight here?!
Shet!
The man in the suit lying on the ground took out his pistol when he saw his teammate being shot, and he was shocked and rolled and crawled into the back of the trash can next to him.
He was pointed at by a sniper rifle, and he didn't care about the target he was hijacked and immediately pressed the Bluetooth headset hanging on his ear.
The target was hijacked!The hijacker drove a Hummer with license plate number XXXX, and was running towards L Street!careful!They have sniper support!
……
Unhurriedly dismantled the sniper rifle into parts and put it in the backpack I carried casually. Erin did not go downstairs directly, but locked the hook on the water pipe on the roof, threw the rope down the building more than ten stories high, and then slid down directly with the rope.
Landing in an alley, Erin pulled out a motorcycle from the back of the trash can, put her helmet on her head, and her slender legs stepped up neatly.
As a string of exhaust gas ejected, 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.Racing on the streets of Washington, DC, Erin reported to Jiang Chen about the situation in the United States.
Very good, that guy is in their hands as we do, they know what to do.Jiang Chen nodded, how is your situation there?I just read the news, and the noise you made seems to be quite a bit of noise?
When the Boston Consortium arrived, Morgan and Rockefeller's men had already hijacked the target and carried weapons.Just in case, I fired a gun to support them in the distance. Now the Washington police have not noticed me yet and are pursuing the fleeing Hummer.
Well, let’s report to me in the specific situation later. You can withdraw from Washington first.Jiang Chen nodded.
yes.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen looked at Dilraba Dilraba who was standing aside.
The situation may be even worse than we thought, but fortunately, people are looking for it.
Fortunately, Jacob Woodet was controlled by the Boston Consortium. Otherwise, as long as the truth-teller died, even if John Kennedy did nothing, his campaign image would have to be stained.
With a little guidance on public opinion, it is easy for people to associate Wood's death with the report he signed before his death.
The editor-in-chief of the Washington Post said that it has already taken control. What's the next step?Dilraba asked.
The next step is to figure out who the person who instigated him to go through the report, and then follow the clues to find the planners and implementers of the entire incident.After a moment of pause, Jiang Chen continued to say that it was already at the last moment and any possible accidents must be ruled out.
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