Chapter 202: Triple Danger

Chapter 202: Triple Danger

This time, it was the police force who were in charge of the first inspection, and Sean and the others followed, and once they got in the car, they drove to the city center...... Mixed * mixed * small * said net / no pop-up ad full text TXT download

And Congressman Cage, on the other hand, was sitting in the back of the high-class Lincoln. As for Lhasa not coming to participate today, perhaps she doesn't like to participate in such a political thing.

A group of people waited for the city center, and the police force that came first did not impose martial law here, but whether it was patrol police or plainclothes, it was obviously more than usual.

Sean and Theresa, after getting out of the car, followed directly behind Councilor Cage, this guy seems to be very bold today, walking in the front position, of course, this is also relative, because there are four full-time bodyguards in front of him, slowly walking side by side.

Congressman Cage suddenly changed his mind before he left at the villa, and he wanted to learn about President Kennedy's behavior.

At the beginning, Kennedy was sitting in an open-top car, very coquettish, and frequently waved to the people around him on the street, but was shot by a sharpshooter.

However, Cage now obviously does not believe in evil! He thinks that since he has learned from the past and has so many bodyguards, he will definitely protect himself.

Therefore, this time he seemed to have eaten ambition or leopard guts, and even did not do the car, and when he got off Lincoln, he was escorted by a group of bodyguards, and frequently smiled and waved to the crowd on both sides of the street.

This move made Sean and other guards feel as if they were about to go to war, and they all worked hard to guard the crowds on both sides of the street, but fortunately, there were more policemen here, and they formed a human wall with their bodies, so that the people could not get closer.

Isn't this kind of behavior looking for death?

The answer is, "Not necessarily!" because the United States is a country that is too liberal and freewheeling. To put it mildly, several presidents of the United States have been assassinated by assassins! But why haven't they learned their lesson? It is because they have too much freedom in their bones. Of course, this is not necessarily true, and there are not a few people who use this method to conduct general elections, and such behavior can easily get the impression of being close to the people. This is also very beneficial to one's political career.

Sean and Theresa were in the second row behind, about five or six meters away from Cage, and Sean had been activated since he got out of the car until now.

As long as everything is within his line of sight, whether it is in focus or what he sees in the afterglow, it is all in his eyes. He thought to himself, fortunately, he came with him, if it was someone else, if there was an assassin who wanted to kill Cage, maybe he would really succeed.

His eyes were not only looking at the flow of people on both sides of the street, but also the surrounding buildings, and he also frequently traced back and forth with his eyes......

When the bald head looked at the terrain some time ago, he finally chose a location. It was two parallel streets, and one of them was the most prosperous part of Sacramento. The other one is not much worse, and if Congressman Cage is going to come, he must be without prior notice, but in this case, who will he give a speech to if there are few people?

Some things may seem like you don't know the outcome, but it's up to you to analyze it. And the bald head is the first to use this method. Coming directly to a building at the end of two streets, so that Councilor Cage, coming from which direction he was coming or going, he would have a full angle to carry out his work.

The bomb had already been vetoed by him, so he parked the Volkswagen behind this residential building. This is also a street, and it is a relatively prosperous location.

Yes, as long as there is no martial law, the bald head thinks he has a chance, and he doesn't necessarily have to do it today, and of course, if the timing is right, he doesn't mind finishing it early.

Now the bald head looks like a Mexican but local office worker.

Wearing a black T-shirt and carrying a small brown leather pocket. The lower body is a navy blue pants. Such outfits are very common there!

He parked the car behind the building he had chosen beforehand, and then, generously, got out of the car and entered the building directly from this side.

The interior of this building is relatively new, how can it be said that it is a commercial area, although it is also an old building, but it is obviously renovated. The staircase is huge, and when you enter, there is a gatehouse next to it.

The bald head was just in the parking lot, parked the car, and before he could walk into the building, he found several policemen coming from the street, drove over, and was blocked by this building in a blink of an eye!

Ah! I was right! These policemen appeared suddenly, and although they didn't sound their sirens, they couldn't come for no reason.

Behind him in the aisle, a young policeman with a gun at his waist looked like he was patrolling here. After seeing the bald head crossing the street, he nodded and stopped him.

The police know that Mexicans are not too comfortable here, like their old police officers who have revealed their secrets - if you are not sure who is suspicious on the street, and people think you are lazy because you always hand in blank work records, you can check the ID card of the out-of-towners!

"I'll take a look at your papers!". This is obviously a police officer who has just taken up his post, straightened his police hat and looked at the Mexican in front of him.

"ID card?". The Mexican-looking man looked at the policeman with some puzzlement.

"Yes, it's just a routine check-up! Please cooperate!". Said the young policeman.

"No problem!". The Mexican reached into his pocket and pulled out the stolen documents and handed them to the police.

The latter immediately took over, and with good grades in the police academy, of course he knew how to distinguish between the authenticity and the fake. As soon as he got his hands on it, he knew that the document was genuine, and then he looked up at the face of the Mexican with thick hair in front of him. The person on the other side looked sincere and cooperated with his work, and the young policeman was very satisfied with this attitude!

Then he turned his gaze to the document in his hand.

The bald head knew that the photo on this document was of course not himself, but he disguised himself as above, although it was impossible to confuse the real thing, but he thought that it was still relatively similar.

If Sean were here, he would have concluded that this is a psychologically appropriate way of behaving.

It doesn't matter if a person doesn't exactly look like a photo, as long as the photo looks a little like you. And usually when the inspector checks the document, it is generally such a process: he first looks at the person's face, looks at the face of the real person, then looks at the certificate, and then looks at the photo on the certificate. The prosecutor will have a preconceived impression of the person standing in front of him. When procurators look at the photos on their documents, they just want to look for similarities, not for individual places that are not similar. Unless you're too different! or that's pretty much how it goes.

However, the young policeman only looked at it for about a second, but the communicator on his shoulder rang at this time: "Hiss......! That's right! I was not wrong!".

Hearing the voice coming from the communication, the fake Mexicans were even more sure of their judgment. Today, he will definitely come, and it will not be long before he listens to the voice of the communicator just now, and even the line is not different from what he had deduced in advance. It seems that God really wants to retire from his work. Today is a lucky day.

"Thank you for your cooperation!". The young policeman returned the papers to the Mexican in front of him. Then he left. Obviously, at this time, his pace is much faster than when he is on patrol!

The porter of this building is an old man named Gies#Stan. In his sixties, Mr. Stan sat in his porter, winding his mechanical watch and listening to the hustle and bustle outside the commercial district, where he usually turned on the radio and listened to the latest sports news.

But when he went out today, he had a bad premonition, and sure enough, after arriving here, his beloved radio stopped ringing for unknown reasons. Even if the battery is replaced, it will not work.

Maybe it's because it's as old as it is. Mr. Stan thought to himself. Tomorrow I will still have a new one, yes, I want the latest kind, with an LCD screen on it. The young people try the kind they heard.

Apparently, Mr. Stan still didn't understand that the young men weren't listening to the radio.

However, just as he was about to go out of the porter and smoke a cigarette outside, he felt a figure flash in front of him, and Mr. Stan raised his eyes in surprise. Suddenly, I heard someone talking to me: "I'm sorry, sir, I thought could you check on me when Miss Jason would be able to come down, he was my girlfriend, and told me to wait here for her!

Standing in front of Mr. Stan was a man dressed in ordinary clothes, if anything, he looked a little like a Mexican, his hair was thick and stiff, like a black steel needle standing on the head of the person opposite, that face was indeed a little pitiful, maybe as he said, it was too hot outside, and his face was already glossing with oily sweat!

Mr. Stan put the cigarette case back in his trouser pocket, waved his hand, and said, "Yo! Poor young man, how long have you been waiting outside? Come in, come in." I'll pour you a glass of water to drink, and then I'll contact Miss Jason again. ”

Mr. Stan then turns around and walks to the kitchen behind the foyer to pour water. The young man thanked him again and again, and followed behind Mr. Stan.

When Mr. Stan puts running water in the kitchen, he doesn't hear the door close. Then he vaguely felt a hand reaching from behind him, grabbing his jawbone, while at the same time, under the mastoid bone on the right side of his head, under the mastoid bone, was pinched by a thick knuckle finger.

Mr. Stan suddenly felt that there was a gold star in front of him, and the glass of water in his hand immediately slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and shattered, and Mr. Stan's unconscious body also collapsed directly and silently.

The bald man immediately placed the small leather pocket in his hand on the ground to the side, then leaned down and tied Mr. Stan's hands and feet with his own duct tape, and then wrapped them around his mouth several times so that he could no longer make any sound.

Then, the bald head tied Mr. Stan's feet securely. When he had done this, the bald head gasped, but he immediately leaned down again. Wrap the two joints of the opponent's elbow and the two knees around each one a few times. He stuffed the body, which was difficult to move even a little, into the cabinet under the sink, closed the door and walked out.

Soon, the bald man found the spare door keys for the apartments in the drawer of the table in the concierge's room. He took advantage of this moment to walk out of the reception room, locked it firmly, and then carefully began to climb the staircase while listening to the sound of the stairwell.

On the fourth floor, at the door of Miss Jason's apartment, he looked warily at the left and right corridors, and then reached out and knocked on the door, but there was no sound.

After a while, he knocked a few more times, and there was no sound either in Miss Jason's home or in the apartment in the next room. Now he was sure that it was indeed the last business God had made for himself.

He took out the key he had found underneath, found Miss Jason's name, opened the door, entered the room, and immediately turned back and locked the door. The whole process was quick.

The bald man immediately ripped off the wig that had always made his head itch as soon as he entered the house, and put it in his leather pocket. I pulled something out of it. There was a cylinder in it, and a small cylindrical piece of iron. Finally, a handle. From the locket on the side of the pocket, three yellow-orange-orange bullets were taken out.

The bullet was an explosive warhead made of mercury. The principle is very simple, that is, after the warhead is shot out, the mercury in it will be flushed back by the forward impulse. And after the bullet hits a person, or rather hits the target, an emergency brake is formed. It's like a brake, but the mercury in it is still slamming forward with inertia, and its forward momentum is amazing, enough to tear the bullet apart.

And these scattered monoliths are like a large invisible hand, leaving a hole the size of a small saucer on the target. The lethality is staggering. It's almost certain to die if you touch it.

The bald head carefully stuffed the three bullets into the three holes in the small cylindrical iron block. That's the magazine. Then it took less than twenty seconds to install the trigger and firing pin. Then he mounted the metal tube, the barrel of the gun, which was more than 30 centimeters long.

The barrel of this length was self-muffling, and was obliquely enough to be hidden diagonally in the leather pocket he was holding. And the length of the barrel of thirty centimeters is very accurate, and it can even be said to be very high. Because it is already about three to four times longer than the barrel of most revolvers. It is enough to keep the bullet in the air for a hundred and fifty meters and still easily hit the target for shooting.

Then he took out another cylinder from it, which was only slightly thicker than the barrel. If you look back and forth, you will see that it can draw the human eye closer. That's right, that's the scope that fits the characteristics of this gun.

After pressing into the card slot, the bald man walked over to the window of the square hall and opened the window into a fist-sized slit. But it's enough for your own use. Then he looked with the naked eye, the streets he had inspected some time ago, beforehand.

There is a fast food restaurant there, and the distance from the fast food restaurant to the window in front of you is about one hundred and fifty meters, that is, when the target comes to the fast food restaurant, then his own bullet will follow the measured distance. Hit him with ease......

Sean followed behind Councilor Cage, and then crossed the full intersection, and there was the middle of the shopping street, where there seemed to be everything, clothing stores, shoe and hat shops, fast food restaurants...... If you think of it, you can find it here.

He looked at the bustling crowd that was getting bigger and bigger. Yes, it's a minuse, not a convergence. It was as if something special had suddenly appeared on the street, and people stopped to watch. And the blocking human wall formed by those police made them even more curious. One by one, they stretched their necks and stood on tiptoe, all trying to get past the countless heads in front of them to see what was going on.

It's a pity that the countless heads in front of them are also making foot-padding movements, so it seems to have fallen into a strange atmosphere that repeats itself.

Sean used his reactive brain to look at the various lifelike faces in the crowd over and over again, looking for expressions of frowning, contemptuous, hateful, cold, and so on. Because he knew that these expressions represented danger. It's just that he found that the crowd was more surprised, happy, curious!

So, Sean looked up at the buildings in his surroundings again. With his eyes, he kept searching the building with Cage as the origin. He didn't miss even the slightest movement in every window. Whether it's open or closed. Or it's broken.

Sean divides them into three categories, which are normal, suspicious, and dangerous.

Closed windows without curtains are normal, windows with windows open but half-obscured are suspicious, and the most dangerous, and the most dangerous, if there were any Assassins, are likely to be hidden in them, which are those with a few windows open.

Soon, Congressman Cage's team walked across the intersection, greeted the crowd in front of the shoe and hat store on the left, and then turned around and waved to the crowd on the other side of the road at the fast-food restaurant.

*JRM

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