"Boom!"

A shiny mushroom cloud tumbled into the sky, and car sirens rang out on the streets of almost half of Manhattan Island.

Danny's arm on the ground trembled slightly, as a veteran, he still knew the basic lying down position.

The action when lying down is a bit similar to a plank, using your elbows to support the ground, keeping your chest at a certain distance from the ground, otherwise the shock wave transmitted through the ground during the explosion can directly injure the person's internal organs, and the death will be extremely painful.

The debris carried by the shock wave hit the body of Danny's police car with a crackling sound, and although it was six or seven hundred meters away, it still made people feel the rolling heat wave from the center of the explosion.

Jack scrambled up from the ground, didn't care about shaking off the glass shards on his body, pulled the back seat door of the car window shattered, and pulled Danny, who was still in a daze on the ground, in.

Jack sat in the back seat of the car, wrapped in two balls of warm fragrant nephrite on the left and right, and couldn't help but feel uneasy, the sequelae that he hadn't committed for a long time were menacing this time, so he could only try to divert his attention and began to have nothing to say.

Polishing the lighter with a "ding" and taking a puff of a cigar in the thick smell of gunsmoke, Danny had the illusion of returning to the battlefield in Afghanistan and almost committed PTSD.

Even if it wasn't Jack who was driving at the time, and he didn't know Secret Service Director Joey Reicher, it was enough to have a seriously injured federal agent in the car.

"This year's New Yorkers are going to have no place to sunbathe and picnic, the Bethstar Fountain is finished, and I don't know what happens to the zoo animals, and my sons are going to hate me to death." Danny looked at the explosion point and muttered to himself.

Jack's purpose was to divert attention, but it wasn't completely untargeted.

"We'd better get out of here as soon as possible." Rossi looked the most calm on the scene, and pointed to the long motorcade in the distance, at this time the sound of helicopter propellers was already heard in the sky, in addition to the police helicopters, there were also various TV news stations.

Silence returned for a few moments, and sirens sounded as dozens of nearby fire trucks rushed into Central Park and began spraying water on the burning trees around the epicenter of the explosion.

Because St. Buckley has been blocked by the Secret Service, only those with federal agent status can get through.

After creating the illusion that a large-scale terrorist attack was imminent, the other party only had to stand guard at the door of the offices of several nearby related agencies that night.

Danny slapped him in the face and lamented, "It's good that the kids are all grown up, and you know, Sean was going to sit there every week until he was five years old." ”

In case the ambulance rushed into the water and was detonated due to the huge impact force, Jack didn't know how to die.

Several Saab cars drove into Central Park after the convoy of NYPD police cars, and Hannah threw herself into Jack's arms like a fawn, hugging him to death, followed by Jiejie who was not as excited as she looked, but also with a sad face.

When Jack rushes into the south gate of Central Park in an ambulance full of explosives, Danny, who is already waiting there, gestures in front of him to drive him around.

So Hodgner and Joyna were chosen by each other purely because of their official car, and the FBI's field agent's car, except for Jack, is basically a Saabban or a large black SUV with a federal government license plate.

"Just tell you the truth, after all, you're risking your life too, aren't you? Of course, Jack shouldn't want you to reveal his name. Rossi opened the driver's door of a Saabban and took the initiative to be a driver.

"Me?" Danny pointed at himself in astonishment, not knowing whether to cry or laugh for a while, he hadn't figured out what had happened before, but half of Central Park was destroyed, and he was an accomplice.

Jack shrugged, "And the statues of Burns and Columbus are estimated to be unkept, the distance is too close, Beethoven's statue is not a big problem, but the merry-go-round playground must be overhauled." ”

After pacifying his two sisters, before Jack could say anything, Emily also came to join in the fun with a wicked smile, imprinted several red lip prints on his face, and finally even the female boss couldn't help but be excited and gave a big hug.

The charge of one 155 grenade is about 10 kg of TNT, the radius of destruction on flat ground is more than 50 meters, and the shock wave is enough to tear apart a lightly armored target within three meters, or destroy a multi-layered brick wall within ten meters, even without counting the power of fragmentation.

After a while, the roof of the car crackled again with the sound of various debris falling, which was the wreckage and debris of the ambulance that had been blown into the sky, returning to the earth under the influence of gravity.

The two drove to the sheep meadow, and Jack threw down the ambulance and got headlong into Danny's police car, then the two turned around and began to run for their lives, stopping behind a small mound before the explosion.

"The attack on Hodgner and Joyna should have been just an accident, the other party was staring at the federal agents, but not against the two of them, it was really Saaban with a federal government license plate that was too easy to identify."

It's a small, flat meadow called a sheep meadow that is the go-to spot for picnics and sunbathing in New Yorkers from May to October.

The whole process is not as thrilling as in Hollywood blockbusters, but it is scary enough, it is estimated that many New Yorkers will be awakened from their sleep by this huge explosion tonight, and the explosion fragments falling from the sky do not know how many flowers and plants will be smashed.

Jack sighed and reached out to take her into his arms, and Danny's eyes widened when he saw him.

"Anyway, I still hope that in the future, the FBI will use more models, not always with the Saab class, and preferably not always with a black SUV."

"How?" Dana Moge, who was sitting in the passenger seat, ignored the scene of the three of them hugging each other just now and the posture of hugging each other now, and asked without looking back.

It's not that Jack doesn't want to rush into the lake in Central Park or the Hudson River or sail into the sea or get on the dock and rush into the sea, it can be filmed like this in the movie, but at that speed just now, even if he can jump out of the car in time at the last minute, it is estimated that he will not be able to escape the explosion range.

The location chosen by the planners was roughly determined, ensuring that the nearest emergency hospital was St. Buckley, but the people chosen were random, as long as they were federal agents or agents, whether it was the FBI or DHS, even the NSA.

It's not that Jack hasn't experienced a bomb explosion, but it's the first time I've seen a serious mushroom cloud, but it's a pity that it's not real at night, and if it's daytime, the scene must be spectacular.

"Commissioner Reagan, Mr. Mayor, and some big names should all arrive one after another, and of course, Detective Reagan must stay, and New York City needs a hero who can show his face."

The NYPD was quite good, and by the time he drove into Central Park, the police had already completed an emergency evacuation and demarcated an area that would be as sparing as little damage as possible.

For this reason, the other party even prepared nitroglycerin for the treatment of angina pectoris in advance, which can create the illusion that the wounded are about to die of serious injuries at any time, which can be said to be a last resort.

"Let's hope no homeless people get hurt." Jack spat out a smoke ring, and his heart, which had been drumming, finally began to slow down slowly.

The nature of C4 is indeed very stable, and it is said that it cannot be detonated by direct fire, but what Jack saw at the time was only a part, and who knows whether the metal encapsulated thing under the messy wiring was C4 or the more unstable oxidizing chemical explosives.

Twenty minutes later, when Jack, who was surrounded by everyone, stepped into the center of operations again, he was greeted by a standing salute and warm applause from everyone.

After someone had experienced what seemed like a half-century-long embarrassment of picking his toes, Hodchner, who hurried back from the hospital, summoned everyone to a small office, and although by this time everyone had roughly figured out what was going on, the details needed to be reconfirmed.

(End of chapter)