As the punk notes stopped, a loud bang was heard from the direction of the Olympic Village.

The entire music plaza ground shook violently.

The crowd erupted in screams of terror.

Everyone was agitated.

What happened?

What's going on?

Jerry was also clearly stunned for a moment, and his anger suddenly surged, he grabbed the microphone and protected Avril behind him, "Bastard, didn't you promise me that as long as I appeared in the Music Square, you wouldn't detonate the bomb?" You don't talk a lot! ”

Ooh~

In the crowd, Sao moved even more.

What the? Bomb?

What's going on?

The news media, which had already gathered in the music square, kept crowding in front of the stage, and they began to pose for interviews.

As early as an hour earlier, they had received information that Jerry Rothschan, the king of entertainment, would be appearing on the music stage at the Olympic Centennial Park and holding a press conference.

Jerry Rothschild's first press conference.

After the Queen's Road crash, the Royal Victoria Square incident, the Seine Tunnel terrorist attack, the 6th Avenue police-civilian clashes, all the big events, Jerry Rothschel held his first press conference.

All the news media that came to Atlanta were looking forward to what kind of shocking words this always rebellious guy would say!

It's just that they didn't expect it at all. As soon as the guy opened his mouth, he mentioned the bomb.

In Atlanta, it's sensitive enough to be locked up in a small black room.

The news media was excited.

Eric lowered the brim of his hat, a wry smile on his face, although he knew that with Ben's way of doing things, it was destined to detonate the bomb, but he didn't have any idea that Ben would actually detonate the bomb at this point in time. It was eleven o'clock, and there were three minutes and thirty-four seconds left. Ben's bastard's action was ahead of schedule.

Eric didn't expect it. In the beginning, the Atlanta Police Department did not ask for help from the FBI or the CIA. Under the erroneous instructions of the good-faced Bill Campbell, Roy Drews used only the limited power of the Atlanta Police Department. And the Atlanta Police Department did just that. It was to allow Eric Rudolph's remaining three bombs to play an unexpected role.

Evacuated to a negligible number of Olympic Village guards. It can be said that Ben and Yuquiliri are armed to the idea. In contrast, it was completely unexpected that the Israeli delegation would kill 14 people so easily. Ben and Euquilli didn't expect that. The Atlanta Police Department didn't expect it either.

Twenty-four years after the Munich massacre, in Atlanta, a free country, at a time when the United States considered itself to be at the peak of its security forces, two Muslims, armed with MP5s, stormed the Olympic Village and launched their purge.

“Fuck～”

Eric couldn't help but curse, for him, a Catholic, keeping his word is also his principle.

He had promised that there would be no bomb explosion in Atlanta until Jerry held a press conference at eleven o'clock to solemnly apologize to Catholics around the world.

But at this time, at this time.

The explosion caused by Ben and Euquilli makes him discredited in front of Jerry Rothschan.

Eric knew that it was impossible for him to get the heretic to apologize again.

He's running out of chips in his hands!

Even though he still has three remotely controllable bombs, he doesn't have any leverage if he loses his promise.

Unless, unless, he now directly reveals his identity and negotiates face-to-face with this heretic, and then dies with him.

It's just that Eric is not Ben, he is not like those devout Muslims who will give everything they have for their Allah.

It's as if he would never turn himself into a suicide bomber.

Eric turned around with a wry smile, and it seemed that he could only retreat, since he couldn't make him apologize, then just blow him up.

……

Sachiko Kamaike tugged at her skirt, and Jerry's voice came from the stereo, she should be happy.

Oh, yes! She should be happy.

But why did she suddenly start to panic again?

Is it because he once rejected him, afraid that he is still angry?

It's because I once rejected him, I'm afraid he's angry!

Nearly three months had passed since Sixth Avenue, but he hadn't made a single phone call to himself.

Never fought again.

For a while, Sachiko Kamaike even had auditory hallucinations, and even thought that the voice of the phone would suddenly ring.

I've been looking forward to it for so long, I've missed it for so long, but I'm just about to meet, and I'm actually starting to get scared again.

Sachiko ~ Sachiko ~ You are Sachiko Kamaike!

Be brave, be brave.

Sachiko Kamachi kept cheering herself up, and the corners of her long skirt had been crumpled by her.

"Sachiko~" Yuki Oshima turned around and walked over, just on the steps, she had already seen Jerry-kun, from the time when the blonde little beauty ran onto the stage, Yuki Oshima saw Jerry-kun from the steps. "Jerry-kun is here."

"Hmm~ I know." Sachiko Kamaike took a deep breath and clenched her fists to calm herself.

He won't blame me.

He won't blame me.

"Let's go meet him." Yuki Oshima said as he rubbed Sachiko's long hair.

"Hmm." Sachiko Kamaike raised her head, her eyes gradually clearer.

……

Rami Rhyz stared at the surveillance screen, constantly deleting and comparing, South Gate, Elimination, East Gate, Elimination, West Gate, Elimination, North Gate, Elimination, North Side Small Passage, etc.! Rami Ryze's brain was racing, and suddenly, he spotted a wobbling figure in the fast-forward surveillance footage, though he couldn't see the figure clearly. However, he clearly found a pair of military boots lying flat on the side from the lower corner of the picture, which appeared in the picture for a second, and then was dragged away almost without stopping. Rami Rhyz turned off the footage and ran all the way out of the monitoring room.

"Pedro~"

"Hello, Mr. Carlos."

Carlos made a call to Pedro Bocarnerola as he ran, and time was running out.

"What are you doing? How to do a bodyguard? In such a complicated situation now, Jerry was actually allowed to appear on the stage alone. ”

"But. Mr. Carlos. I'm just a bodyguard, I'm ......"

"Shut up. Forgot what Ms. Nanako said? For the sake of his safety, take him off the stage immediately. Get out of the Music Square! ”

"Yes, Mr. Carlos."

Pedro, who hung up the phone, rushed directly to the stage. Then, without saying a word, he carried him on his shoulder.

"What for. Pedro? Put me down. ”

"Big black guy, what are you doing?" Avril also rushed over and punched and kicked Pedro.

Pedro fished it with his hands. Directly clamped Avril to her waist with her hands.

The Venezuelan bodyguard carried Jerry with a blank face, holding Avril Lavigne before everyone could figure out what was going on. He suddenly shouted into the microphone, "There's a bomb in the Music Square!" ”

After saying this, Pedro ran directly to the back of the stage.

The Music Square exploded in an instant.

Bombs in the Music Square?

The disturbed crowd began to flee in a surging manner.

Pedro didn't care if there was a bomb in the music square at all, Mr. Carlos was right, he was a bodyguard and he had to make sure the boss was safe, even if it was by coercion. He knew very well that the Music Square was a trap, and he knew it, and the owner himself knew it. After the bandits unfaithfully detonated one of the three bombs, he should have taken the boss away a long time ago. No, he should have taken the boss out of Atlanta before it even happened.

Hopefully it's not too late, hopefully it's not too late!

As Pedro ran, he shouted that there was a bomb in the music square.

Disrupting this troubled water may allow the boss to escape death.

Sachiko Kamaike saw Jerry struggling on Pedro's back at a glance, she was stunned for a moment, but was pulled by Yuki Oshima on the side, and ran up with Yuki Oshima like a machine.

There's a bomb in the Music Square!

More and more people began to spread the word, and more and more people began to flee.

It's just that the exit of the music plaza, which is too densely populated, will soon be congested.

……

A small passage on the north side of Centennial Park in Atlanta.

Eric looked in the direction of the Music Plaza, smiled and took out his phone, do you think that if you say that, everyone will be able to escape the fate of death, heretic! Now, go to hell!

Eric was about to press the dial button when he felt a shadow leap towards him.

He instinctively turned to one side, but the phone was knocked out by the shadow. The phone rolled over a few times and landed on the turf not far away.

Rami Rez didn't wait for that Eric Rudolph to react, pulled out his baton, aimed at the vital point, and hit it all around.

Eric Rudolph didn't know exactly what was going on, but instinct caused him to pull out his baton as well, and the two men went back and forth, fighting each other back and forth.

After a long time, Eric Rudolph grabbed a gap, stepped back, and quickly pulled out the guard's rifle.

"Bang~"

Eric Rudolph fired almost without hesitation.

He didn't want to attract attention, but the park guard was so annoying that his left hand had been attacked with a baton and he couldn't feel it, and if he continued like this, he would not be able to leave.

Carlos, armed with a baton, dodged a shot, and then threw his baton at Eric Rudolph.

"Bang Bang~"

Two more shots.

Eric Rudolph pushed Carlos back with a gun, picked up his phone quickly, and pressed the dial button.

"Toot ~ Toot ~ Toot ~"

"Boom~" (to be continued......)