Omaha cowered around the corner with the brim of his hat pressed on, and he leaned sideways to look at the Atlanta police officers who were almost all over the street.

I don't know when it started, but more and more Atlanta police officers came to the vicinity of the Olympic Centennial Park. Baker Street, Marita Street, Ian Irene Street, Century Olympic Avenue, Wharton Street and Naishull Street can be seen everywhere and in the face of heavily armed Atlanta police. The guys were holding portraits and were comparing them to the passing tourists one by one.

Remembering his identity as a wanted criminal, Omaha had to hide his figure and act cheaply.

In this joint, protect yourself in order to better find a chance to take out Jerry Rothscher's infidel.

But now, all the key entrances to the main street are blocked by Atlanta police, and he can barely go anywhere except hide in the alleys.

Omaha regretted his impulsiveness, regretted that he didn't listen to his grandfather's words, and was so easily carried away by anger, and actually rushed directly to the police station, the Olympic Centennial Park.

On the way here, he had clearly seen the wanted list with his portrait on it.

Stupid, stupid.

Omaha gritted his teeth, and several police officers who were walking towards him still saw his sneaky figure.

He turned around and walked briskly towards the depths of the alley.

"Hey~hey~ You, wait a minute."

A policeman shouted.

How could Omaha have stopped.

"Stop, or I'll shoot."

It was useless for the police to shout. Directly chased after Omaha, "Call~Call~ Marita Avenue, 11704 area." Suspicious characters found~"

However, when he turned the corner and chased into the alley, there was no one.

There was no one in this cul-de-sac except for the white smoke rising from the ground and the garbage trucks standing or overturning on the ground.

One opened, and one was dressed in a white chef's suit. The black man with the garbage walked out.

"Hey~" the policeman shouted, directly causing the chef to raise his hands in fright.

……

"Aha~ Boxing champion Ali, although his hands are a little shaky. But it still looks pretty good. Avril shook her fists in a boxing stance.

"You should ask him for an autograph." Britney said with a smile.

Avril had a helpless expression, "I want to, but I don't want to be like Alexis. You can get up close and personal with him. ”

"Ha~ There will always be a chance. There will always be a chance. Alexis smiled and comforted Avril, "Are you a big fan of Ali's boxing champion?" ”

"Of course, of course." Avril put on her hood and continued her posture as a female boxing champion.

"Avril, look over there, is that guy Mr. Humphrey?" The sharp-eyed Katy Perry suddenly screamed, and then, Avril's dream of becoming a boxing champion was interrupted.

Avril, Britney, and Christina turned their heads together. I looked in the direction of Katie Petty's finger, but unfortunately I saw a dense crowd of human heads. The three little shorts couldn't see anything else. There is no way, Avril is 156 cm tall, Britney is 163 cm tall, Christina is 158 cm tall, and the three of them are not in the same atmosphere at all with Katie Petty (173 cm) and Alexis Bledell (170 cm). Where to see what Katy Perry can see.

"Where? Where? Avril exclaimed unwillingly.

"There it is. That direction! Alexis clearly saw Humphrey as well.

"Damn~" Avril pressed Britney and Christina's shoulders, jumping and jumping.

Unfortunately, she didn't have much time to stay in the air.

And Britney and Christina don't want to be pressed under one of the shortest bodies, they are already short enough, and then they are pressed so hard by Avril's short body, do they expect to grow taller? Adolescence is not tolerant of height pressure. Think about Jerry's body that is still growing taller, oh~ It's already over 176 cm.

If you don't grow taller, how can you match your height and position!

It's scary to think about.

"Don't jump, Ravi, look for it when we're out! It's dangerous for you to do that. Christina moved quietly, slapping Avril away from the hand that was on her shoulder.

"That's it, Avril, you're dangerous." Britney paints a gourd with a scoop.

"It's really hateful~" Avril originally wanted to see if the rat was also by Mr. Humphrey's side, the J&A band wanted to perform on the stage of the Olympic Centennial Park, and the rat was an indispensable member. It's just that Christina and Britney are right, and it's really a bit dangerous.

Now, it's the exit ceremony of the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.

So many people squeezed out of the Olympic stadium at the same time, if they fell, it would be difficult to get up from the ground again!

Avril, who was helpless, could only follow Britney and the others out of the Olympic arena while turning her head and searching for the figure of the mouse.

……

"This is it." Ben slammed on the brakes, and the black Ford came to a slow stop. He turned his head and looked across the street, the Olympic Village of the Atlanta Olympics. A foothold for delegations and athletes from around the world in Atlanta. Because of the Atlanta Police Department bombing and Eric Rudolph's bomb game, the Olympic Village's original dense security forces were pulled out. The Olympic Village is now dotted with police patrols, a pitifully small number compared to the past.

Ben and Euquelliri nodded, and the two of them fit the muffler tube on the MP5 very tacitly.

"Heaven or hell goodbye."

"Heaven or hell goodbye."

Ben picked up the MP5 and rushed to the Olympic Village with Yuquelliri.

The muffled sound of the muffler pipe came and went.

Before the patrol policemen could react, they were constantly put to the ground in a dull sound.

The Israeli delegation had just returned from the opening ceremony in Atlanta, where it was about to change its outfits and go out for an all-night extravaganza in the Olympic Centennial Park.

The door was pushed open, and two portable grenades rolled in through the cracks in the door that had been pushed open.

Knock~knock~knock~

The grenades, under everyone's watchful eyes, kept rolling until they hit the wall, and then there was a loud explosion.

"Right now~"

Ben and Euquelliri rushed in, holding MP5s, and the muffled gunfire erupted.

……

"Sir, we've got a tip. Two months ago, a shipment of standard equipment from the Heckler-Koch Gunsmith in Germany arrived on the East Coast. Mark walked into the war room.

"Who's the principal?"

"Transavia Export Freight Company."

"Give me specific information about this company." Roy Drews stared at the map, looked at the messy course of action, and said, "Bring the American connector for the return export shipment to the police station." ”

"Yes, sir."

"Akas, any news of that guy?"

"No, sir. The phone has been silent for an hour and 21 minutes. ”

"How's Charlie and Michelle going?"

"The scene has been isolated, people in the vicinity are being evacuated in an orderly manner, and the bomb disposal unit is working intensively."

Roy Drews stared at the map, his brow furrowed, he absolutely didn't believe that the bandits were doing so much just to play games with Jerry Rothschan. From an action analytics point of view, this is completely unscientific.

Martin walked in with the information, "Sir, the FBI has sent a message, and the character puzzle comparison has a result." ”

Roy Drews took the information.

Eric Rudolph, Catholic, member of the 101st Airborne Division of the U.S. Army in 1987, expelled from the army in 1989 for smoking marijuana, member of the anti-abortion extremist group LRA, and member of the white supremacist group Christians.

Is that all there is to it?

Royd Drews's agent nerves told him that the former member of the U.S. Army's 101st Airborne Division was planning something.

Just, what exactly? For a moment, Roy Drews really couldn't figure it out.

"Akas, tell the brothers, keep your eyes open."

"Yes, sir."

Jingle bell ~ jingle bell ~

The 911 alarm service phone rang.

"Hey~Hello~ This is the 911 service desk."

The first to answer the operator was two muffled gunshots.

Suddenly, an Arab voice rang out, followed by more Jewish screams.

"Hey~Hey~ Where is it? Something happened, please answer, please answer! ”

A trembling man with a Jewish accent said in English, "Olympic Village, Olympic Village, Atlanta, Olympic Village~"

Another muffled sound, followed by a violent crash, followed by a loud phone call.

The operator quickly hung up the phone and dialed the war room.

"Sir, sir~"

Roy Drucs is frowning as analyst Eric Rudolph moves next.

Akas's voice rang out.

"What?" Hearing the 911 call operator hurriedly say that there had been a shooting in the Olympic Village, Roy Drews's eyes widened significantly, so that this was his ultimate goal?

Is it Eric Rudolph's ultimate goal to use the two bombs at the Atlanta Station and the Hilton Atlanta Hotel, as well as the press conference at the Olympic Centennial Park, to draw the attention of the Atlanta Police Department and contain the Atlanta Police Department's limited forces and instead send people to attack the Olympic Village, which has been weakened by security?

This damn anti-Semite!

Did he have already set his sights on the Israeli delegation?

This guy has planned it from the beginning?

"Surround them! Surround them at all costs! If you can't be captured alive, shoot them on the spot! (To be continued......)