The sensational car bombing case soon attracted the attention of the Jakarta police, and countless police cars flashing red and blue lights buzzed and patrolled, like headless flies, scurrying around the city.

The members of an entire stronghold, about 12 people, were actually blocked in front of their homes, killed by cars, and shot to death. This made it difficult for the top executives of Indonesia's largest gang, the Condor, to swallow this anger.

In addition to the police car, almost all the gang members in the city were also dispatched. This makes the already congested streets even more waterlogged.

The worst thing is that tonight, all the owners of old-fashioned Toyotas are in bad luck, and it is almost impossible to walk an inch on the road. was either stopped and interrogated by the police, or forcibly dragged out of the car by the people of the Condor Regiment and beaten up. But these are all lucky, if it is a white-skinned and blue-eyed Caucasian driving a Toyota, he will be directly invited into the police car, or he will be taken away directly by the people of the Condor Regiment with a gun to his head, put on a hood, and take him away.

Because the only clue that the police and the Condor people got from the surveillance camera at the scene of the explosion was an old Toyota, with a fluent American accent and a pair of blue eyes.

And the main Toyota, at this time, has already entered the scrapped car recycling station, and it is about to be crushed into a discus by the 10,000-ton crusher.

Dispose of the previous car, and Qin Jun and his party replaced it with a green pickup truck. Pickup trucks are cheap, but they are the most compact of the low-end cars.

At this time, the black and white forces in Jakarta were all eyeing the car, but the pickup truck easily passed through the two-layer blockade and came to the vicinity of the US Embassy in the center of Jakarta.

"Comrade Qin Qin. Is it really going to be done here? Will it cause diplomatic disputes. Will it cause trouble to our motherland? Wang Zhiyong's tongue was knotted, and he held the steering wheel with some hesitation. The speed of the car has also slowed down a lot.

Wang Zhiyong was in favor of Qin Jun's practice of sowing discord at first, but when he came to the heavily guarded door of the US Embassy, he couldn't help but retreat in his heart. After all, he is a veteran soldier, not as unrestrained as Qin Jun's thinking.

"First, please don't call me comrade in the future. Just call me by name. Qin Jun frowned slightly.

"Plop-" Fat B, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't help laughing.

Qin Jun glanced at the reversing mirror, coughed lightly twice, and Fat B immediately covered his mouth with interest.

"Second, please step on the accelerator to the end, at this speed, not only will we not be able to smash the glass wall and rush into the embassy, but we will be killed by those security guards at the door with guns." Qin Jun pointed to the heavily armed security guards standing at the door of the embassy and reminded.

"Good! Spelled. Lao Tzu also followed you crazy again. Wang Zhiyong gritted his teeth and stepped on his right foot fiercely.

A second later, the pickup truck suddenly swooped away from a few frightened pedestrians like a drunken man, and then rushed madly towards the brightly lit embassy building in front of it.

"Alert! Alert! Stop that pickup truck. Old George, special code, did you sleep to death? Quickly put the barricades. The security guard standing guard was a well-trained soldier, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately turned on the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder. Then he quickly pulled out the pistol on his waist and aimed at the front wheel of the pickup truck.

As we all know, when the car is driving at high speed, if one side of the tire suddenly bursts, then the car will immediately deviate from the previous track. The security guard wanted to take advantage of this and block the menacing pickup truck a little.

Bang -

Dull gunshots, rang out in the night sky.

No, this is not a gunshot from a pistol, but a Barrett heavy sniper rifle commonly used in the army. Not good! There are snipers on the other side.

The security guard reacted very quickly, but unfortunately, Hanyu's bullets were faster than him.

A magnificent flower-colored flower suddenly bloomed on the head of the security guard. The blood mist dispersed, and the man's head tilted, and he fell to the ground, still holding a gun in his hand.

The roaring sound of engines, and the sound of gunfire in the night sky, immediately alerted people. More security guards, armed with pistols, rushed out of the embassy room.

They were greeted outside the door by a devastating rain of bullets.

Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da.

Qin Jun and Fat B, each occupying a car window, let the submachine gun in their hands shoot out a steady stream of whistling bullets.

Whoa-

The pickup truck smashed headlong into the glass wall of the embassy lobby and rushed straight in.

The armed forces of the U.S. Embassy quickly organized an effective counterattack, and a steady stream of people arrived and surrounded the lobby with pickup trucks. The elegant and luxurious embassy hall has become a battlefield of fire between the two sides.

Wow!

A metal round object came out of the car and fell outside.

"Lie down!" I heard a roar from the embassy. Suddenly, a blinding white light illuminated the entire hall as if it were day.

Ahhh

"Hurry up!" Qin Jun whispered, and the submachine gun in his hand once again highlighted the unquenchable tongue of fire.

Fat B didn't say a word, deftly slipped out of the car, and then opened the trailer steeplechase of the pickup truck, and quickly tore off the rain cloth spread on it. Covered under the cloth were the corpses of two members of the Condor who had been dead for a long time.

"Phew!" Fat B spat twice. Kicked the two bodies off with both kicks, and then quickly got back into the pickup truck.

“OK！ Call it a day! Qin Jun snapped his fingers, withdrew his submachine gun, and sat back in the seat. Throwing the submachine gun aside, he took out two grenades from his body with an indifferent expression. After tearing off the insurance, throw it out the window.

Aang -

The pickup truck roared, turned around the hall in a rampage, and then slammed past the shattered glass wall.

At this time, the embassy personnel recovered from the flashbangs, and the dense gunfire rang out again. Bullets kept clattering on the pickup truck.

"Boom!" With a loud explosion, all the glass on the first floor of the U.S. Embassy in central Jakarta was shattered, and a billowing wave of heat and black smoke rushed out of the broken windows.

A few seconds later, a dilapidated pickup truck burst out of the billowing black smoke and disappeared like a drunken man at the end of the street.