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The cool sea breeze blew through the streets, blowing away the heat accumulated during the day, and the crowd on the corners of the streets did not abate in the slightest, and the halo of the headlights spread a layer of foggy outlines.

It is the economic and cultural center of the West Coast of North America, and hundreds of years of peace have allowed it to accumulate unimaginable wealth, and even if there are a few recent twists and turns, there is no solemn cloud on people's faces.

Regardless of ethnicity, people are genuinely proud of the city and believe that tomorrow will be better.

Late at night also belongs to Via Venice.

Because of the recent attacks, the defenses around the embassy of the new country have been adjusted. After consulting with the White House, the FBI assigned a group of agents to assist the Los Angeles police in investigating the terrorist attack that occurred in the procession, and the part of the agency was replaced by the CIA.

Dressed in a black coat, Brad leaned against the door of the sedan. Because the target had been staying in the embassy for the past few days, as Lawrence's right-hand man, he temporarily took over the embassy's defense.

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

No matter how arrogant the terrorist is, he will not have the strength and courage to storm the embassy of the new country, which is jointly guarded by the FBI and the CIA. Support helicopters are on standby on the helipad of the FBI sub-bureau, and there is also an FBI sniper squad deployed not far away. It's no exaggeration to say that the level of security here is second only to three places.

The Pentagon, the White House, and Congress.

The CIA agent standing directly across from him handed out a cigarette roll and grinned.

"Do you smoke?"

"Thank you. ”

Brad took the cigarette and put it to his mouth, pulled out his lighter, and lit the cigarette. The CIA agent who handed him a cigarette couldn't wait to borrow a lighter, light one for himself, and spat out a smoke ring freely.

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

"Brad Wayne. ”

"How many missions?" asked Keynes.

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

Keynes's face was a little surprised, and then an interested look appeared.

"Don't you remember? Shet, surely you're an old fellow who has been to Iraq?"

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

He was already starting to feel that the man in front of him was chattering. Mr. Keynes, however, was not at all conscious, and instead of stopping the conversation, he spoke eloquently about his service in Iraq.

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

Listening to the gushing voices of his colleague opposite, Brad frowned slightly.

Smoking doesn't matter, but chatting while on duty is a little bit bad. Anyone with a little experience knows that chatting can be a distraction and weaken the ability to react to unexpected situations. I don't think anything will happen, but attitude is a key issue.

Brad could now conclude that the agent was a rookie nine times out of ten. And the reason for the withdrawal from the front line is that the chatter is so serious that it affects the mission.

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

Why do you want to shoot a new person here? What do the CIA idiots think!

At the bend across the street, a truck with a Hollywood blockbuster poster slowly pulled up to the side of the road. The car seemed to have some fault, the owner pushed the door and got out of the car, looked around the tires a few times, took out the phone and seemed to call the car repairer, and then walked to the shop next to it.

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

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

Almost subconsciously, he reached out and removed the walkie-talkie from his shoulder.

"Jamie, the van twenty meters to your left, you go up and check it. ”

"Understood. ”

A plainclothes agent standing next to the sedan not far away walked towards the truck parked on the side of the road, first glanced at the contents of the driver's seat, and then walked towards the cargo box behind the truck. However, at this moment, the truck that passed 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 into the middle of the highway and said what Brad was thinking.

However, before anyone could react, the truck in the middle of the highway suddenly burst into flames behind the cargo box.

"Boom-!!"

A crimson fireball violently enveloped the entire truck, and the shockwave even toppled the car that followed behind, shattering the windows of all vehicles within a radius of ten meters, as well as the glass windows of shops. Lawrence slammed his head down, and the flying debris swept over his head almost at the same time.

However, Keynes, who was standing next to him, was not so lucky, a pool of blood had been sprinkled on the iron door behind him, and the aluminum alloy shards had brutally pierced his neck and chest.

The explosion happened rather suddenly.

Fleeing cars collided with each other, and traffic was thrown into chaos first. People on the street screamed and fled, the braver took out their mobile phones to call the police while running, and the burglar alarm bells of cars played loudly, exaggerating the chaos on the streets......

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

In an instant, Brad had cleared the attacker's train of thought.

The first wave of attacks just created chaos!

The real attack is the second wave!

"Damn, are they crazy?!"

Brad grimaced and gritted his teeth, staring at the fleeing crowd of people on the run, watching out for possible attackers, while reaching over his shoulder to report the situation to the FBI's Los Angeles office.

"Terrorist attack at the entrance of the new embassy! Repeat, terrorist attack at the entrance of the new embassy ......"

The fire truck was already the first to feel, and the firefighters, wearing breathing apparatus and carrying canisters on their backs, rushed to the burning wreckage in the middle of the road. However, at this moment, Brad found that Jamie, who went to investigate the roadside truck parked not far away, had collapsed in a pool of blood......

The doors of the van had long since opened, and a group of warriors armed to the teeth in black dragon scale armor, armed with assault rifles, jumped onto the road.

Without any identification, they were neatly loaded, spreading out to the surrounding bunkers like a professional army, and the muzzles of their guns in their hands were already pointed far away.

Brad's pupils contracted suddenly.

Whoever they are, one thing is for sure, they are definitely not SWATs who came to their aid! )