"Will he go?" Sitting opposite Kamut, Gasol, the deputy leader of the Poison Arrow Mercenary Regiment, asked in a deep voice. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fifty percent probability, but it's worth the gamble." Kamut glanced at the machine gun in the window, "After all, we don't have a better choice than that. ”

The embassy was already surrounded by SWAT, and the muzzles of armored vehicles and even heavily armed American soldiers could already be seen outside the door. If it weren't for the possibility that Jiang Chen and the diplomats of the new country in the embassy would have made the White House throw a rat trap, a certain country would never be afraid of it. The compromise of the terrorists has long been attacked.

"If he goes." Gasol grinned, as if he were smiling, but with a difference.

Kamut laughed and leaned his rifle against the edge of his chair.

"Stephen will wrap it 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 fate in the slightest.

From the moment they arrived in Los Angeles, they had no intention of going back alive. For the gatekeeper, by solving Jiang Chen, he can be regarded as fulfilling his mission, worthy of the surname Rothschild, and worthy of the meaning of existence given to him by Freemasonry.

For the Poison Arrow Mercenary Regiment...... They are both for faith and revenge.

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

Without bandaging, the agent had lost so much blood that he was dying, and if nothing was done, he might be dead soon.

Kamut tapped his fingers on the armrest, pondered for a moment, and turned on the headset he was wearing.

The call was quickly connected, and Kamut said slowly.

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

After turning on Wushuang, the emotions were stripped from his body, and Jiang Chen said expressionlessly: "Oh." ”

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

"Thirty minutes later, if you haven't shown up—"

"Five minutes is enough."

The communication was hung up, and Kamut froze, glancing at Gasol.

"What's wrong?" Gasol asked.

"I always felt that something was wrong." Kamut frowned.

……

The Aurora-20, which was galloping above the clouds, did not attract the attention of the radar, and after hanging up the communication, Jiang Chen pulled up the throttle valve. Under his operation, the vortex engine turned around and began to slow down, and the Aurora-20 also changed from a flying attitude to a suspended attitude of vertical take-off and landing in an instant.

The horizontal velocity drops to 0.

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

The blood red faded from the pupils, and the unequaled state was lifted in an instant, Jiang Chen reached out and slapped the joystick of the fighter jet, throwing the fighter all into the storage space.

The cold air flow traveled around his body, Jiang Chen didn't stay in the air for too long, and the next moment he shifted to the present world, and his back touched the soft bed.

The T-3 power armor was sitting next to the bed, and the anti-radar painted shell gave off a faint bright silver glow. Equipped with impact-resistant modules on his legs and feet, and a slow-descending jet on his back, Jiang Chen took a deep breath and disappeared into the room after putting on the power armor.

On the streets of Venice, reporters with long guns and short barrels pointed at the occupied embassy from afar, standing in front of the camera and making reports. The Los Angeles police stood in the back of the police car, watching the same overwhelmed SWAT Special Forces and FBI and CIA agents.

Not far away, the U.S. troops were having a combat meeting, but nearly half an hour had passed since they stepped off the Osprey transport plane, and they still didn't make any moves.

Bane, a reporter for Columbia TV, crouched on the side of the road, nibbled on the hot dog in his hand, patted his greasy hands, and was about to return to the camera when another whistling sound was heard in the air.

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

How many times has this been? U.S. F35s whizz over Los Angeles, but often only briefly hover before returning to a nearby air base. Perhaps they thought they could do it this way. Pressure from terrorists? Or let the American people know that the federal government is not doing nothing.

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

Under the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations, embassies enjoy a high degree of diplomatic immunity. Trespassing into the embassy is not allowed without the authorization of the new country, even for the purpose of rescuing and suppressing terrorism. The purpose of the terrorists.

Yes, for some unknown reason, the new country refused the authorization of the United States to enter the embassy. At this time, if the US military entered the embassy, there was only one way, and that was to take back the right of the new country to use the leased land of the Los Angeles embassy. In short, the expulsion of diplomats from a new country...... The United States certainly cannot do that. Rather, the new country's refusal to mandate has made Hillary Clinton breathe a sigh of relief.

In the face of heavily armed mercenaries and rescue without harming the hostages, she really didn't have the confidence to do so. And once something goes wrong with Jiang Chen, it is difficult to ensure that those ICBMs that stay at the bottom of the sea are still there.

In the face of inquiries from reporters at home and abroad, the White House press secretary hypocritically expressed "regret" over New China's refusal to authorize US troops to enter the New Chinese Embassy. Terrorism is the common enemy of all mankind, and the United States will never turn to terrorism. Terrorist compromise......

You see, it's not that we're not doing anything, it's that the new country won't let us go.

Shaking his head, Bane withdrew his gaze from the night sky and was about to return to his camera. However, at this moment, his eyes that looked into the air, as if they were glued to the sky, stared at the top of the embassy......

Flames enveloped the lower edge of the power armor, looking like a twinkling meteor from afar. The air condensed into a scorching cyclone in the bowl-shaped impact-resistant module at the bottom of the feet, and fell vertically from the roof of the embassy with a roar that broke the sound barrier.

This is the blind spot of the militants in the embassy.

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

Without the slightest cushioning, the power armor directly smashed the roof in a hard landing attitude. The dust swept away, along with the bricks of the ceiling and floor on the second floor, crushed the three mercenaries in the hostage room to pieces.

Outside Venice Street, reporters, police, SWAT, army members who were in a meeting, and onlookers who did not know the truth had only one expression, that is, undisguised sluggishness. They didn't know what it was, and by the time they reacted, it had hit the new embassy.

The entire embassy was shelled, and a corner was cut off.

Equally bewildered were the hostages huddled in the corner. Because of the fact that they were in the corner, the collapse that occurred in a split second did little damage to them. And the mercenaries standing in the center of the room were not so lucky......

The bloodied mercenary reluctantly raised his pistol and pointed it at the steel monster that had risen from the dust.

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to remove the reinforced concrete wreckage that was hanging in front of him, ignoring the spitting gun flames and projectiles, reached out and slapped the pistol in his hand, pinching his neck-

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

Jiang Chen looked out the window and saw the American soldiers and SWAT at the door ready to move, but it was obvious that they had not yet obtained authorization to enter the embassy...... In other words, the presidential palace of Xinguo, which had already passed through Qi with Jiang Chen, did not approve the authorization of the United States to enter the embassy.

Turning his head, Jiang Chen saw the eyes full of horror but inexplicable relief from behind the half-collapsed ruins. Except for the abrasion on his forehead from falling cement fragments and the fall of ashes, Xia Shiyu did not suffer any damage.

Not only Xia Shiyu, but also the head of the new embassy and a group of diplomats, everyone was safe and sound.

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

It's finally just in time, and Bernice is almost there.

It was at this moment that a communication request was sent to Jiang Chen's watch.

"The target location has been reached."

"It's time to do it." Jiang Chen said lightly.

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Bernice ended the communication.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel smile, and a trace of anger flashed between Jiang Chen's eyes. The triangular barrel ejected from the steel right arm, and the hum of death roared in the rotation, Jiang Chen stepped over the rubble, threw the ammunition-laden hummingbird drone and small drone terminal from the storage space, and after setting the order to protect the hostages, he walked forward along the corridor.

A strong wind struck from the side, and the mercenary hiding behind the door slammed his tactical axe at the steel helmet. This fierce action seemed to be flawless, but he obviously did not take into account the hardness of the A-beam. The blade of the axe didn't even crack a layer of iron from his helmet, and his right arm was cut off by the swinging dagger.

Ignoring the mercenaries who were screaming and falling to the ground, bleeding like a pillar, Jiang Chen continued to move forward.

The mercenary crouched behind the cover, channeling his fear into the bullets of his rifle, tried to force the killing armor back with fire. However, the leaping sparks were reflected in their pupils, and even the mechanical exoskeleton against the Ring Trade, the armor-piercing special rifle ammunition that enhanced the armor-piercing performance, could not defend the person on the other side.

The grenade was thrown at Jiang Chen.

The hot wind of the explosion blew across the surface of the armor, and apart from a series of tinkling sounds, it did not bring any comfort to the mercenaries who had fallen into complete fear.

The fear did not last long, including the pain that was coming.

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

In a field of orange-yellow ballistics, blood and fire ended their lives...... (To be continued.) )