William Cooper is now a two-header, and he feels like he's going through another Waterloo in the workplace.

He was originally going to arrest Frank Moses this time, and if he could persuade him to surrender, he could not only give the boss an errand, but also make his own exploits look better, but who would have thought that he would come out of the arms dealer's villa and be an old fellow.

Moreover, before the operation, he had clearly given an order to prohibit shooting, but the guys from the special forces still fired, and this kind of suspicious killing behavior made William Cooper think of the incident mentioned by Frank Moses before.

That about the vice president's attempt to silence the dark history of the past.

Although they succeeded in capturing Sarah and Elena, the two of them did not know the whereabouts of the enemy, the older one was clamoring all the way to call Ritsu, while the younger one was ignorant, as if he didn't know what was happening.

As for the top management of the CIA, especially the female deputy director, she was quite happy when she first heard that they had captured two people, but when she heard that they had captured two unrelated people, William Cooper could feel the anger of the other party over the phone.

I almost pointed at my nose and scolded him for being a waste.

Although he desperately wanted to catch Frank Moses, he would not do anything to innocent women and children, but if he was caught, could he still let it go like this-

They seem to be very important to Frank Moses and his party, and they may be used as bait to lure in Frank Moses and the others.

After making his decision, William Cooper and his team prepared to take the two prisoners back to Langley, a long journey of more than 500 kilometers in a straight line, and it was still noon when they set off, and by the time they were about to return to Washington, D.C., it was already dawn the next morning.

Less than twenty kilometers or so from downtown West Washington, the C.I.A. field convoy stopped at a gas station along the national highway.

The convoy consisted of three black Chevrolet Saab classes and two armored police riot vehicles, one with a heavily armed special forces and the other with handcuffed Sarah and Elena, who were also guarded by special services.

After a night of driving, the drivers were already drowsy, and William Cooper felt that it might be dangerous to continue, so he decided to take a break.

"Everyone, rest in place for fifteen minutes, refill the vehicle, and then the driver and the co-pilot exchange."

As a leader, William Cooper naturally did not need to drive himself, he needed to have enough energy to direct the operation and judge the situation, and after hearing the boss's order, the exhausted field team members in the communication channel let out excited roars.

They stopped in the parking lot of the gas station, and those who still had the energy to go to the supermarket at the gas station to buy food and bottled water, while the exhausted guys just lay in the car and fell asleep.

The overnight trek back to Washington from the most marginal part of New York State was truly an ordeal.

In the police riot car, Sarah hugged Elena tightly in her arms, both of them closed their eyes, they were not like the two heavily armed riot policemen around them, they could sleep peacefully, but the two riot policemen who were responsible for guarding them could only sit and watch them sleep.

Seeing the scene inside the explosion-proof car, William Cooper nodded slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, took his eyes off the peephole, opened his arms slightly, and stretched his waist, although he didn't drive all night in a row, but it was too uncomfortable to be in the car all night.

He took out his mobile phone, originally thinking of telling his wife that he would be home soon, but before he could make a call, his mobile phone suddenly rang, and a string of unfamiliar phone numbers appeared on the screen.

William Cooper frowned involuntarily, he swore he had never seen this number, but his long experience as a CIA field agent made him wary of every unfamiliar number, so he answered the call.

Because, he suspected that the call was made by Frank Moses, and for the sake of the two women, one large and one small, who were taken in the police riot car, and had to say, worthy of being an elite CIA agent, at least - he guessed half right.

"William Cooper?"

On the other end of the line came the voice of a man William Cooper had never heard.

"Who are you?"

William Cooper frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's important that I want you to let go of the two women you took away."

The voice on the phone continued.

William Cooper said that he had guessed at least half right, but he had managed to catch two baits that might have caught Frank Moses, so how could he have let them go so easily.

"You know it's impossible."

He righteously rejected the other party's excessive demands.

"I'm giving you ten minutes to think about it, and I hope you don't do something that will make you regret it for the rest of your life."

The other party simply hung up the phone.

William Cooper's face was blank as he looked at the screen that had turned back to his desk, he could probably guess that the call was from someone from Frank Moses and his party, but he couldn't understand why the other party could threaten him in such a situation.

They are now wanted by the U.S. government, and two of them are vulnerable to them, so why is it that the person on the other end of the phone can say that he has time to think about it and not regret it?

However, to be on the safe side, William Cooper made the decision anyway.

"Everyone, stop resting, immediately return to the car and prepare for the journey, there may be a surprise attack, grab your guns."

I have to say that he did make a very wise choice, and all the members of the special service team returned to their respective cars one after another, and more than 20 people, five cars, formed a long snake formation and quickly drove onto the road, and drove along the road in the direction of the capital Washington.

They entered the city from the West Side of Washington, D.C., and to get to Langley, they needed to cross the whole of Washington, D.C., and in the command car, William Cooper held his rifle tightly in his hand, and watched around vigilantly for a possible surprise attack.

And when the attack did happen, he finally realized why the other party said something that he hoped he would not regret.

As the convoy drove into the suburbs of Washington, an M1A2 Abrams tank drove in the other direction of the traffic light intersection and crossed their path.

The massive earthy turret slowly turned, and a barrel nearly two meters long was aimed at the front car at the front of the convoy.

"Reverse, no, jump out of the car, everyone, immediately jump out of the car to avoid it, look for cover!!"

In the public communications channel of the CIA secret service team, William Cooper's crazy roar was heard.