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Chapter 45 The Second Wave of Agents

Outside the entrance to the Post Office Operations Center in the morning.

The newly activated agents jumped out of the car. Without any additional orders, the young and strong guys gathered in twos and threes, then spread out to both sides and gradually used the cover on the road to advance.

The soldiers of the JTF joint operations force were beaten back by dozens of bandits. Even though they fought back hard, the commander was completely unable to make use of the resources in his hands and only knew to shout "fight back".

Liu Fei limped up, sat down with her back against the roadblock, and instructed the agent who survived the plane crash with her not far away to organize the newly arrived second batch of agents, quickly support the soldiers of the JTF joint operations force, and launch a mopping-up operation around the operation base.

The clearing mission went smoothly at first, but they still encountered some difficult problems.

"I don't like this," Bill Osborne said quietly, holding the telescope.

"I don't like it either," Liu Fei agreed. Looking through the 10x telescope, her field of view was less wide but more focused.

The situation was not pleasant at all. As the cleanup was drawing to a close, a man who was labeled as a minor leader of the Lex Gang by the ISAC took the opportunity to capture several scavengers as hostages.

Matt Russell, relying on several hostages in his hands, constantly threatens the fearful agents outside.

Russell was once involved in the murder of two FBI agents and a federal judge. After hiding for four years, he was finally found.

He was born in Minnesota, far from the protection of his tribe, and was burdened with serious crimes, the most important of which was murder, which put him in prison.

If it weren't for the impact of the greenback virus, Russell might have spent the rest of his life in a prison cell.

The Strategic Bureau's hostage rescue agent team entered the role as if in training, and prepared for the rescue operation under the leadership of Captain Oliver Blake.

"Did you find anything?" Liu Fei asked.

"There was movement, but we don't know who the figures are," Bill Osborne replied. "The light is bad, and these guys may not be very smart, but they are crazy enough."

"The target requested that the JTF members provide them with bottled water and MRE rations."

"Give it to them." Liu Fei said, turning on the radio.

"Liu, can we tamper with the water and food?" Bill asked.

"No, they will let the hostages eat it first, and only eat it after confirming that there is no problem."

Liu Fei was also very distressed. The order she received was to ensure the lives of the hostages. If she really followed her plan, the hostages would not matter. It was more important to kill the leader of the Lex Gang who had become a cancer.

But the final say was in other people's hands, and she was only an acting commander so far. If her decision caused dissatisfaction among her superiors and subordinates, she would have to pack up and leave immediately.

"Is there any other way—"

"The final decision is not in my hands." Liu Fei blocked Bill's questioning: "The agent supervisor said that he has the final say here."

Bill put down the telescope and looked suspicious: "Who is the supervisor?"

"I don't know, but they sent a negotiation expert and psychiatrist who is good at this. His professionalism is hard-won, but he won't arrive until two hours later. This supervisory commissioner hopes to create some news to ease the pressure of public opinion outside."

The negotiation expert who didn't know when he would arrive, and the SHD supervisor who wanted to create positive news. Bill really wanted to strangle that stupid supervisor.

"Can we give those two a big gift?"

Liu Fei's eyes wandered, and she thought of something more dangerous and interesting hidden in this city. A product from the Vietnam War era actually appeared in New York.

Even though they packaged the message very secretly, some things will inevitably leave traces once you do them. After all, the real world is different from the virtual cyberspace.

The rumors of nuclear radiation from unknown sources in New York had long been confirmed. Liu Fei followed his curiosity and looked into it, but many related documents were blocked.

Even though she had certain confidentiality clearances in SHD, the lines of black marker on the document she received made her temples throb.

That's not all. A specialist from the bureau came to ask her what the implication was of using the Strategic Homeland Security Agency's authority to access sensitive federal information.

"What?" Bill was puzzled.

"Forget it, it's too late." Liu Fei said, holding the microphone.

Bill shook his head. He hated the way people spoke half-sentences.

"Can we create a chance to force an attack?"

"So what can you do? Go around that overseer."

"The hostages in the hands of these bastards are not really important, but what if we could send them a hostage that would make the supervisor jump?"

"It's a stupid idea, but I like it." Bill grinned and said, "You want to give the negotiator to Russell, I agree."

"Where is our negotiation expert?" Liu Fei said to the liaison officer beside him.

"Estimated time of arrival: 3 minutes."

The two people in the command group smiled at each other and now they could begin.

"Danny, how long have you been ready to shoot?" Bill asked. A large amount of training data and actual combat data have shown that if a sniper is ready to shoot for more than 30 minutes, it is difficult to maintain full concentration.

At that time, the observer and shooter should switch roles.

Bill Osborne thinks Danny Crest should switch roles with the spotter.

"About 15 minutes, Bill. I'm okay... I'm okay, I see the prisoner. Shit, who is that?" Danny screamed.

"Don't be nervous, that's our team of negotiators and journalists."

The expert in a suit and round-frame glasses, accompanied by two small tails, slowly approached the apartment building surrounded by the second wave of agents under the guidance of the JTF team members.

The supervisory commissioner seemed to realize the problem and quickly said, "I approve the use of lethal force within the rules of engagement."

It seemed too late. The three men had already walked into the apartment. The light inside was dim, and the sun would set in another ninety minutes.

It's been windy today, and the cold air coming down from the north wants to tear New York to pieces.

The dust was stinging people's eyes, and to make matters worse, the wind was blowing at around 40 knots, straight across Danny's firing line.

Such strong winds had a severe impact on the trajectory of the ball, deviating it by at least 4 inches.

"All members, prepare to fight," Bill suggested, "We just got the 'compromise authorization'."

"This makes him look even more like a fool," Captain Gavin Steele said on the radio.

He was so angry that he didn't care whether the SHD agent supervisor heard him or not.

More likely, the commissioner had strangled him in his heart more than once.

Chapter 46 Masterpiece

Danny watched the negotiating team's movements, and then saw the news reporter.

What a pretty girl she is, he thought, except that her hair and make-up were all messed up by the dry, merciless wind.

The man holding the camera looked tall and strong enough to be a linebacker on a professional American football team.

He has powerful movements and amazing speed, and can probably clear offensive obstacles for the entire team.

Danny stopped thinking about it.

"There's movement at the door." Observer Jeffrey said, "Target No. 1 appears."

"Sniper No. 1 is in position."

"Sniper No. 2 is in place"

"Sniper No. 3 has poor vision."

Matt Russell is a big, strong man, 6.5 feet 260 inches tall and weighing 118 pounds ( kg). His once athletic muscles have become fat and flabby.

He was wearing a yellow windbreaker and a silk scarf to protect his hair.

Some of the tattoos on his neck were professional, but most looked like they were drawn by his fellow prisoners.

The police only want to encounter this kind of person when they are armed with an AR15 firearm.

He moved his feet arrogantly, never revealing his full face, and looked like he was committing a crime.

"Target 1 can't see the whole body," Danny informed the rest of the team in frustration.

"The same goes for No. 2. The target used the news reporter to obscure his figure."

"No. 3 has a clear vision, but..." said the observer of Sniper Team No. 3, "He seems a little strange."

"What's strange?" Liu Fei asked immediately.

"No. 3 is right," Bill said, and he put up the telescope to observe the face carefully. He saw a crazy expression.

"Russell's expression is not right. All teams, please pay attention. Russell is taking drugs! Bring the reporter team back!"

But it was too late.

Liu Fei picked up the radio and stared at Russell's head. At this time, Russell was no longer a person, but a surveillance object, a target.

The rescue team is now operating under the "compromise authorization" rules, and at least in this respect, the attack team's choice of action is flawless.

This means that if the situation becomes extremely dire, the attack rescue team has the authority to take whatever actions its leader deems appropriate.

In addition, the special "rules of engagement" issued by the supervisor clearly stated that if the surveillance target was carrying a lethal weapon and endangered the life of any agent or hostage, the sniper's right index finger should apply 3 pounds of force on the rifle's trigger to pull the trigger.

"For God's sake, calm down, everybody." Danny took a deep breath. The crosshairs and tachymeter scales in his scope had already taken the target into account.

Danny involuntarily re-estimated the distance, then calmed himself, trying to pay attention to the sudden gust of wind.

Taking windage, distance, and weight into account, the scope's crosshairs were adjusted five stops away from the wind.

Since the attack is from high to low, there is almost no need to consider the influence of gravity.

Eventually the center of the mirror pointed to the spot above Russell's ear, a good place to die if hit.

The situation looked both funny and scary at the same time.

The journalist smiled as he moved the microphone back and forth. The burly photographer carried a thick camera and pointed it at the interviewee. Russell was speaking in a sonorous and powerful voice, but because he was speaking against the wind, no one except a few people at the scene could hear a word he said.

The expression on Matt Russell's face was aggressive from the beginning and never eased.

Soon, his left hand clenched into a fist and his right hand reached to his waist.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew away the white beret on the female reporter's head.

Russell's expression changed from calm to wild and excited, as if he was stimulated.

Then he suddenly calmed down again, but such calmness was not necessarily a good sign.

This is most likely due to drug stimulation.

What a fucking idiot, Liu Fei cursed in her heart. She had originally wanted to use words to lure the negotiation experts up, but before they could establish contact, these people swaggered up.

She didn't even have time to make any plans for her backup.

If Liu Fei's idea were followed, the three newcomers would not face any danger at all.

"not good!"

Russell's free hand grabbed the reporter's upper right arm. She tried to pull her arm back, but couldn't.

The photographer took immediate action and pulled his hand away from the Sony camera.

He was big and strong, and he might have been able to pull her arm free, but his move angered Russell, and the hand on his waist began to move again.

This scene made Liu Fei shout urgently: "Aim, aim, aim!"

Stop it, Matt Russell, you scumbag!

Sniper No. 1 Danny was also feeling extremely tormented. The four of them were swaying around in the tug of war and had no chance to shoot at all.

He couldn't help but want to curse. He didn't know what the headquarters of the National Security Agency had considered when deciding to send people to the enemy.

Yes, these three people did not communicate with the JTF members and agents surrounding them outside at all. After passing the checkpoint, they went straight to the target apartment.

Someone must have ordered them to do this.

But why?

Russell pulled out his pistol, a Glock 17.

The wound was not big, but there were enough bullets. If the bullets loaded into the magazine were the type that specifically kills, it would be difficult to kill these people.

The wound was huge and very bloody.

The target may have done this just to emphasize his words, but no one knows or cares what he actually said.