Feeling the vibration of the phone, Bob, who was already sleeping very lightly, immediately woke up.

This was a habit he developed in the Kandahar battlefield to avoid being attacked by the enemy, but now that he has returned to normal life, it has become a new skill to not miss a call.

It's just that Bob doesn't want this new skill, if possible.

After all, whoever was suddenly interrupted by the phone call, the first thing that rose in his heart was anger.

But Bob is just like those 996 migrant workers, full of anger after seeing the 'leader's name' on the caller ID, he can only suppress his anger as soon as possible and listen to the leader's orders.

"Hi Bob......"

Hearing Johnson's request, Bob immediately realized that this would be his last chance, and he tried his best to suppress the fluctuations in his heart, and said calmly:

"Okay, give me the address, I'll be there shortly."

Seeing Bob so obedient, the corners of Johnson's mouth unconsciously smiled.

Of course, he also needs to continue to draw a big pie for Bob to encourage him.

"Thank you, Bob, Mr. President will thank you for all you have done.

I am confident that in the near future, Mr. President, in the name of Congress, will be able to present you with that Medal of Honor."

Hearing Johnson's blueprint for the future, Bob snorted coldly.

When he recognized Johnson for what he really was, everything Johnson said now disgusted him.

But in order to successfully clear his guilt, Bob had to reply in as calm a voice as possible:

"That's what I'm supposed to do, and it's our duty to protect the beautiful country from hostile elements."

Johnson, who felt Bob's enlightenment, felt a trace of guilt in his heart, and he didn't say anything more, but directly stopped the call.

But thinking of President Walker, who had pushed hard for the 'human eradication plan' and the passage of the bill, Johnson's eyes were firm again.

Although Walker is the president elected by the beautiful country, he is also the enemy of mankind now!

Bob is just a necessary sacrifice to get rid of him!

Johnson, who came to his senses, edited his location into a text message and sent it to Bob.

Bob, who was half-leaning on the head of the bed, looked at the map coordinates attached to the text message, and his expression couldn't help but become solemn.

The day has finally come.

With Du Wei's reminder, he had already recorded from the beginning of the phone call.

It's just that the recording alone doesn't prove his innocence.

After all, with the prevalence of AI in recent years, the legal effect of submitting audio recordings as evidence has been greatly weakened.

And he is tired of being taught to do things, he has his own ideas.

The method Du Wei said was certainly feasible, but if it was possible, he still wanted to capture Solotov, who was about to carry out the assassination, and really save the president.

As long as the president is not dead, then the accusations of his attack are naturally empty.

This is the best way to clear one's suspicions.

So he had to go this time.

Thinking of this, Bob lifted the warm bed and stood up.

Julie, who was awakened by Bob's movements, rubbed her sleepy eyes and said vaguely: ....

"What's wrong? What time is it?"

"It's still early, you can sleep again.

I need to go out now, and I'll be back in the evening if it goes well."

Julie, who already knew what Bob was going to face, woke up when she heard this, and even though Bob didn't say it explicitly, she had already guessed what her husband was going to do.

She propped herself up against the bed, the quilt slipping off her shoulders to reveal her bumpy body.

But no one was in the mood to pay attention to this at this time, and Julie's eyes were full of worry and she said:

"Can't you just not go? As long as you don't go, I'll do your absence

The evidence should be fine, right?"

In the past, Bob might have thought that this was really fine, but now Bob who knows *** is not naïve.

He shook his head with a wry smile and replied:

"We've already talked about this.

If they really want to blame me for this, then you will only be beaten as an accomplice by them if you get involved.

Even they will solve you together in order to die without proof.

If we both die, our daughter will have no one to rely on.

I don't want to see that happen.

So I can only do this by myself, and I will bear any consequences.

Remember, if anyone asks you about me, your answer is only three words: I don't know."

Hearing her husband's last stern admonition, Julie's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

But in the end, she didn't say anything, just watched her husband go away.

There weren't many people on the streets of Washington, D.C. in the early morning, who demonstrated yesterday.

Everywhere, cleaners in reflective vests can be seen humbly cleaning up the various props left behind by the demonstrators.

Of course, Bob didn't have much of an eye on this at this time.

He drove quickly to the location that Johnson had sent him, but it was a private residence.

And it was only the two of them who were present.

If only Bob hadn't thought there was anything wrong with this in the past, after all, in order to prevent the in-law from betraying secrets, the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

But as soon as Du Wei planted the seeds of doubt in his heart, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The fewer witnesses, the less it proves that Bob was not the assassin.

Because the confession of the key witness Johnson will definitely not be in his favor, and he can even bite to death without seeing him.

So Bob, who had already believed in Du Wei's statement, strangled the last bit of luck in his heart at this moment.

The old boss in front of him made it clear that he wanted him to carry the black cauldron.

As Bob walked over with a complicated expression, Johnson had a fake smile on his face and led Bob to a table with a detailed map of Washington, D.C.

There are already four locations on the map that Johnson has marked with a red pen.

They were the square where the president spoke, and the three locations where Bob had identified Sorotov as a possible hideout during his early exploration.

One is the hotel upper floor, which is 914 meters away from the presidential podium, which is the best sniper position, and most active snipers have 100% certainty of killing the president if they can shoot there. ….

The only obstacle was how to get through the security screening of Secret Service agents and through a flag that was used to obscure the view.

But none of this is a problem now, and with Johnson's help, Sorotov has full access to the hotel and even a remote-controlled bomb on the flag.

He will have about two seconds to shoot.

And two seconds is actually about the same as two years for a sniper.

The second location is an empty parking lot, and the shooting distance is 1280 meters, which is an ultra-long shooting distance of more than 1,000 meters, which is extremely testing the personal ability of a sniper.

But the upside is that there is no barrier between him and the president, and the downside is also obvious, it is difficult for him to escape after the shooting.

Of course, if what Du Wei said was correct, then he would only be Bob who would be arrested.

The last remaining position is in the seaside hut 1,445 meters from the presidential podium, and the trajectory of the bullet will be extremely alarming at a distance of more than a kilometer.

And from the line of sight to the president's head, the bullet takes a full three seconds!

This is also where Bob previously guessed that Sorotov was most likely to hide.

At this distance, Sorotov had a precedent of successful hits, and he escaped with great ease after shooting.

But now it seems that this most likely position is the least likely for Sorotov

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So in the end, the Secret Service agents who believed Bob's judgment were doomed to come to naught, and Bob, who seemed to be 'playing a trick', would become the prime suspect in shooting the president.

Then, during their investigation, they found the modified firearm used to shoot the president at Bob's home, and then found traces of Bob's swinging around the Lecture Square through big data.

In the end, all the incriminating evidence will kill Bob, the assassin of the president.

As for the cause, it can all be attributed to PTSD (Traumatic Emergency Disorder).

After all, in the reports of the unscrupulous self-media in the beautiful country, they used some cases of survivor bias to illustrate how much psychological trauma the war has on retired veterans.

All veterans who have retired from the front-line battlefield are forcibly branded with this disease by them.

Then it is normal that Bob, who also suffers from this disease, will have the idea of revenge against the president.

After all, war laws can only be put into effect by the president's signature.

Just as Bob was preoccupied with what might happen to him, Johnson interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey, Bob, what do you think?

I'm asking you if there's a fourth place to snipe the president.

The Allied Conference is about to take place, and I've already staffed those three locations.

If Sorotov had appeared, he would have been captured.

But if he shows up somewhere else, then we're one step behind."

Hearing Johnson's words, Bob sneered in his heart.

Arranged to capture Solotov with his hands?

I'm afraid those people are ready to arrest him!

But this time, he wants to catch Sorotov himself!

So after a little muttering, Bob began to.

"I went back last night and had a good review.

Found that I did overlook something. ….

For example, Sorotov could have set up remote-controlled bombs on some objects that would block obstacles in advance.

Then make the obstacle disappear a split second before he shoots, so Sorotov can have a lot more sniper spots......

As he spoke, Bob picked up the red pen on the map and began to circle it.

Looking at the gradually increasing red circles on the map, the corners of Johnson's eyes couldn't help twitching.

He regretted a little why he had to ask so much.

The more locations they have, the more people they need to assign.

Then it means that the strength to capture Bob will be weaker at that time.

But now, Johnson can only continue to act.

……

After a day's rest, Du Wei woke up lazily from the big bed in the presidential suite of the five-star hotel.

I have to say that the quality of sleep after the exercise will become quite good.

And he also succeeded in letting Xiao vent his violent desire that was nowhere to be used, and let Xiao lie down honestly and accept the whipping.

But happy times are always short-lived, and it's far from being enjoyable.

What's more, Washington today will be extra lively, and if you don't get up early, I'm afraid you will miss the opening of the show.

After all, compared to what will happen today, the turmoil caused by the previous robbery is just a drizzle.

Because today, someone is going to assassinate the president!

And with the efforts of many parties, this may be about to become a reality!

Du Wei picked up the nightgown mixed with his underwear on the floor and put it on the body that had long since gotten rid of his 'sick', and then took the whiskey on the small round table and poured himself a glass of wine.

Then, with a goblet in hand, he walked barefoot to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that come standard in the presidential suite, opened the curtains, and looked down.

From the height where Du Wei was, everything looked as small as an ant, but he could still clearly see the demonstrators holding slogans in the streets near the hotel.

The reason for these originals

The people who gathered outside the white walls and shouted for the exchange of hostages would appear here, purely because there were about to be thirty national bigwigs passing by.

Less than a kilometer away from here is the venue where the Allied Nation Conference will be held.

In other words, Dewey is not a random hotel with a large bed with his eyes closed.

He chose this place because the hotel's presidential suite has a very good view of the square in front of the Allied Conference.

Of course, because of the view here, he was subjected to a very strict security check by Secret Service agents before moving here.

However, this inspection was mainly aimed at long-range precision rifles, and after no parts were found to be on his part, there was no reason for the agents to stop Du Wei from moving in.

Soon, when the wine glass in Du Wei's hand was not bottomed, countless uniformed agents appeared under his feet and began to separate the crowd of *** demonstrators.

Intimidated by guns and handcuffs, people stood on both sides of the road and shouted in unison again with the slogan of the exchange of hostages.

Immediately after that, at the intersection in the distance, several mounted police motorcycles with beautiful national flags drove towards the road in a triangular formation.

It was followed by police cars with the same finished typeface, flashing red and blue lights. ….

Then there are several black Chevrolet SUVs, which are special work vehicles for the Secret Service of the Pretty Country, and are also responsible for transferring the presidency at critical moments.

After the lead vehicle has secured the route, the last thing to appear is the president's 'beast, the convoy instead of the usual 'Army One' in movies and TV series.

After all, it's a different reality.

Du Wei drank the last sip of whiskey in the glass, and gently placed the empty glass in the hand of Xiao who walked by.

Looking at the three custom-made pure black Cadillacs with the exact code name 'Beast' coming in a zigzag shape, Du Wei really had to say that no one could tell which car Walker was in, not even him.

The probability of 1 in 3 may seem high, but the risks behind it are extremely high.

Every beast is an extremely difficult fortress to impregnate, and if an attacker chooses the wrong target, the time and effort can be extremely deadly.

Because these Cadillacs, which weigh several tons and are codenamed 'Beasts', have bulletproof glass and armor that can withstand the constant fire of .50 machine guns.

Unless the attackers are so frenzied that they continue to bombard with multiple missiles, it's called the 'Walking Armored White House,' and the convoy is unlikely to be heavily damaged.

It's just that it's not easy to use heavy weapons here, and if you look at the security check that Du Wei encountered when he checked in, you can understand that the agents of the Secret Service are not all eating dry food.

Therefore, the existence of this convoy is destined for the safety of the president of the beautiful country in his own country.

But if it's in London, it's hehe.

Du Wei shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, turned his head to Xiao, who was also looking at the convoy below, and said:

"Ready? Sorotov's guy is a dangerous man.

You can't be a little sloppy with him."

Hearing Du Wei's words, Xiao's eyes immediately flashed with excitement:

"Then he'd better be as good as he is at sniping elsewhere.

Otherwise, he may never get the chance to fire the next shot."

"Let's go, let's meet this mercenary sniper from Chechnya for a while."

……

On the other side, there are already many countries in the cleared square who are waiting for Walker's arrival.

On the side of the road, Walker also stepped out of the vehicle under the protection of many Secret Service agents.

He was joined by a vice president nominated by the Syndicate.

After seeing the preoccupied Walker get out of the car, the vice president walked a few quick steps to Walker's side and whispered something in his ear.

Walker's face instantly fell.

Because on the cusp of this, the vice president actually brought pressure from the syndicate - at the conference of allies

Call on allies to work together on a human eradication plan!

Speaking of which, this pressure will also arise because of the promise he made to the Syndicate in order to catch Billy.

For a guy like the Syndicate, who has a lot of arms at his disposal, the mere fact that the beautiful country is carrying out a human eradication plan will not satisfy their appetite.

If they have the opportunity, they don't mind doing business in other countries.

And now the Allied Conference is a good opportunity to move the human eradication program to the remaining 29 countries. ….

But now that the opposition of the people is growing stronger, most of the people who had earlier complained about the plan of human eradication would have spurned him on his tombstone if they had heard his public speech.

Seeing the embarrassment on Walker's face, the vice president smiled and whispered in words that only the two of them heard:

"Your Excellency, I know what you're worried about.

But that's why you're even more involved in the human eradication program.

These people can only make a voice when they are alive, and if they die, how can they make a sound?"

Hearing these vicious words, Walker continued to walk towards the podium with an unchanged expression.

Of course, he understood what the vice president meant, and that was also what the syndicate meant.

The actual beneficiaries of the Human Eradication Program will never be the people who walk down the road for fear of being shot, but they.

One of the simple points of interest is what happens to the property of the deceased?

That, of course, is confiscated!

Moreover, the unemployment rate and aging population in the current beautiful country are so serious, which is already greatly slowing down the pace of development of the country.

Only by doing some subtraction on this bloated body can the country be revitalized.

That's why more and more members of Congress are turning to them.

Just like now, these Diao people, who have not contributed much to the country, actually question their decision and ask them to be hostages?

It's just nonsense, they are all going to be hostages, who will govern this country?

This group of Diao people never thinks about problems in the depths, it's better to be dead, it's better to be dead......

Bang!

The back of Walker's head, which he thought was dead, suddenly cracked, and the burst of plasma splashed directly on the face of the vice president behind him.

The vice president froze in place, staring at the remaining brain tissue in his hands in a bit of a daze, his mind blank before he could even react to what was happening.

But soon, the vice president's head exploded like a watermelon.

The Secret Service agents standing not far from them ended up with two corpses with their heads cut open.

This sudden scene caused chaos at the scene.

Those who came to participate in the meeting quickly retreated under the escort of their respective bodyguards.

The crowd on both sides of the festival screamed and made a mess.

Under the threat of this invisible killer, everyone is worried about their lives.

For a time, stampedes were frequent.

The agents and agents who judged the location of the murderer were blocked by the chaotic crowd of people in pursuit.

I can only watch and miss the best opportunity to chase the murderer.

Bob, who was also in the crowd, judged Sorotov's position based on a series of factors such as the current humidity of the air, the wind speed, the location of the bullet, and the sound of the bullet almost immediately when the gun rang out.

The second shot was fired like a compass to point him in the right direction.

Bob, who was the first to move, was lucky not to be blocked by the crowd.

He ran all the way to the shooter's position, and he had a hunch that he could catch up with Sorotov!

The distance of a few hundred meters was in the blink of an eye in Bob's fast running, and Bob, who looked at the waiter in front of him, did not hesitate, pushed him away and ran directly towards the fifth floor.

But when he reached the place where the shooting was fired, he didn't see Sorotov, who was supposed to be there, only the modified sniper rifle.

Bob stepped forward and touched the barrel of the gun, judging the time of Sorotov's departure based on the residual temperature.

But when he turned to chase after him, an agent in a police uniform happened to spot Bob.

He didn't say a word, and his hand went straight to the gun at his waist.

Bob was shocked, realizing that he had finally stepped into Johnson's trap if he didn't do what Du Wei said.

Now he was almost certain that the agent would never give himself a chance to explain, and would definitely shoot when he pulled out his gun.

Bob, who didn't have time to think about it, rushed straight to the window on the fifth floor, smashed the glass with his body, and then fell accurately on the roof of the SUV he had observed!

But the impact kept him immobilized for a moment.

It took at least five seconds for the agent to go to the window and shoot.

Bob, who felt like his bones were shattered, shouted frantically in his heart, 'Get moving!' ，

But his body didn't move as if he was drunk.

Just as Bob was desperate, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Hello, Bob."

(Thank you sauce sipid and Gao Huijun for the monthly pass, thank you!) ）

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