Tim seemed to understand something: "You mean, if we make a big fanfare, the other side will not dare to act rashly?" ”

"Nope." Jack shook his head: "We can only put on a big show, but we can't really do it, otherwise their covert operation will fail, and we won't get what we want, so that's the only way."

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Dividing line -——

An hour later, LA Long Beach Cargo Terminal.

"Why would you put a row of conspicuous red breathing lights on the front of this Firebird? While it looks cool, it's not at all conducive to nocturnal action. ”

Tim complained, but the envy and jealousy in his eyes for Jack's car was not false at all.

"This is originally a toy I used to attract beautiful women, not to participate in secret operations, you better pray that there will be no conflict later, otherwise my baby will be responsible for even a little bruise."

Jack was unforgiving, and he was also annoyed in his heart, his appearance was not really a super car with artificial intelligence, and it was not even bulletproof, but his brain was hot and he drove it out, although it was really touching along the way.

"Jack, Tim, they're all in place." Angela's voice came over the intercom.

The two people waiting in the car exchanged glances, opened the car door and got out of the car, and Jack whispered: "Be careful, act according to plan." ”

Tim nodded, didn't say anything more, drew his pistol, and swooped down towards the docks.

Jack took a different route and headed for the dock as well, and in a short time he appeared on top of the two stacked containers.

The dock was brightly lit, and a dozen armed men were busy, some operating forklifts to load cargo into an open container, others holding automatic weapons to keep watch around, and he also saw the black man who called himself Colonel Norman Jangers next to an SUV, looking down and discussing something with another man.

A few minutes later, there was a bang in a corner, and Colonel Norman Jengers looked up and waved at the people around him, and everyone dispersed, and in a short time John, Nila, and Tim were escorted out with their heads in their hands.

"John, what's the matter with you? I warned you. Colonel Norman Jangers spread his hands and walked over to John.

"But I didn't listen." John replied in a calm tone.

"I'm disappointed, I thought you were smart." The smile on Colonel Norman Jengers' face was murderous that could not be hidden.

"No, it's my friend who is smart, otherwise the FBI wouldn't look down on him, it's all in his plan."

John tilted his head, and the eyes of everyone present followed his line of sight, next to the forklift that had stopped, Jack, who appeared there from time to time, held a gun to the head of a hostage with one hand, and with the other hand had torn off the tarpaulin covering the goods on the pallet of the forklift, on which were neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills.

"How much is this pallet, let me guess, twenty million? It's the first time I've seen someone shipping money in a container, and who can tell me how much it would be if the whole container was stuffed? 1 billion? 2 billion? ”

Jack grinned and teased, unaware that he was being pointed at a gun by N.

Colonel Norman Jengers' smile remained, "You see, John, you really don't think you can threaten us with a hostage, I told you, sometimes we have to accept collateral damage. ”

Still expressionless, John pointed his right hand to his chest, which was marked by a laser red dot.

Nila lowered her hands and hugged them to her chest, rolling her eyes, "And what if this collateral injury is added to you?" Point 50 caliber, 350 meters, the best rifle shooter in the whole LAPD police department - Angela Lopez, I'm sure you've already learned about all of us. ”

With that, she waved her hand at the tallest tower crane in the entire dock.

The smile on Colonel Norman Jengers' face gradually stiffened, and eventually turned gloomy.

"Why bother, it's a good ending for no one, and we're trained to do whatever it takes to get the job done."

"Are you sure you can get the job done?" Jack snapped his fingers as if he were handsome, and a car sounded in the distance, and a police car drove up with its lights flashing, but the siren did not sound.

Lucy and Zoe get out of the car and appear in front of everyone.

"Can you explain who gave you the power to print counterfeit money in my precinct and kill people with impunity?"

Zoe asked rhetorically.

Colonel Norman Jangers was already numb, and a sub-bureau chief who was about to leave his post to enter politics seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Alright Norman, let's hear what they want."

Out of the shadow of the SUV's body, a man stepped out, the same one he had spoken to Colonel Norman Jangers earlier.

Jack's eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils shook directly, like mud, Li Si!!

This uncle, who looks grim and has a slightly melancholy temperament in his eyes, is John Reese, the cold suit thug and the future good friend of Harold Fincher, who suddenly appeared at this time.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was now focused on Reese, and no one noticed Jack's strangeness for a moment.

"One of you kills Joe Delacuzi, hand him over, and we'll go."

Tim looked at him and turned to Norman to make a request.

"What about the money?" Norman tilted his head and gestured to the pallet on the container and forklift beside him.

"It's nothing to do with us." Tim glanced at the container stuffed with counterfeit bills, and a subtle look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"Tim?" John thought he had misheard.

"John, it's their mission, it's none of our business, listen to Tim." Seeing that the other party was loosening, Jack hurriedly spoke up to stop John.

The atmosphere was a little frozen, Colonel Norman Jengers' eyes wandered, and everyone was silent, as if they were waiting for his choice.

John Reeser walked up to him, "You DIA people, you are in charge, but this operation was carried out in the name of our CIA"

"Okay." Colonel Norman Jengers finally relented.

"Pettigreu! Hand over your weapons. ”

"What?" A companion behind him looked at him in surprise.

"We've been through so much together, and you're just selling me like that?"

Colonel Norman Jangers was also annoyed, "I told you, this is the country, you have to keep a low profile, see what you have done?" What can I do now, and fire with LAPD here? ”

After a pause, he whispered: "They don't have direct evidence, so keep your mouth shut, leave everything to the lawyer, and you will be able to come out soon." ”

Pettigrew pursed her lips and reluctantly burst out for a moment, "Yes, sir." ”

(End of chapter)