"stop!"

“DHS!”

"Stop!"

Within a minute of such a change at the entrance of the Land Building, the land agents rushed out of the building quickly reacted. While surrounding Swag, rows of pistols were aimed at federal vehicles trying to break into the Land Building.

“FBI!”

The door of the FBI SUV opened, and groups of FBI agents walked out of the car. A federal agent led by the head showed his ID and walked towards the Land Building, while saying: "Federal case handling, put down the gun."

The words fell!

Bang!

Jack shot the agent's feet with a blank expression: "After taking a step, shoot directly!"

The agent stopped and looked at Jack who led the team.

"I am a senior agent of the FBI Tiger!"

"so what?"

Tiger, who claimed to be a senior agent, looked at Swager, who was handcuffed by the land agent, and said to Jack: "That person is our suspect."

Jack had a blank expression on his face: "No more!"

Senior Agent Tiger was slightly stunned.

Just then.

The phone of senior agent Tiger rang, his supervisor, Jack Payne.

Connect!

"director!"

"You led the team to the Land Building?"

"Yes, the suspect..."

"Cancel team!"

"What, supervisor, suspicion..."

"Retreat the team, this is an order. In terrorist attack cases, the authority of the Homeland Security Bureau is much higher than that of the FBI. Retreat the team, I will not help you when you crash into the Land Building. Retreat the team, this is an order!"

"……yes!"

Tiger's face was gloomy and clear, staring at Swag, who had been handcuffed by the land agents and was about to escort into the land agents. He took a deep breath in his heart and looked deeply at the land agents who were still pointing their guns at this moment, especially Jack. After that, Tiger turned around and issued an order to the federal agents: "Catch up!"

This time it's over.

I need to run away as soon as possible.

Fark!

That idiot, at a distance of two meters, can still shoot miss, and even let this guy run away from the crowd of encirclements. It's just shit, Shet...

After getting in the car.

Tiger hammered the cushion hard, and when he drove away, he took out a disposable cell phone, called a phone number, and said something.

"The goat has entered the hole."

"……clear."

Tiger listened to the sound on the other side of the phone, hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and then called his teammates, then turned directly to the position of Hell's Kitchen and drove towards Hell's Kitchen.

Now that the entire New York is blocked, if you want to leave at this time, you can only choose to take the black boat at Hell’s Kitchen.

Land Building.

Medical layer.

When Lake walked out of the elevator and entered a medical room, Swag was lying on the bed with handcuffs grinning, undergoing a bullet removal surgery from a medical staff member.

"Yo!"

Lake walked to Swag's hospital bed, looked at Swag lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with wide eyes open, and teased, "It's strange, when you met you yesterday, you said you were a patriot. Why did you go from a patriot to a traitor in one night?"

Swag turned his head and looked at Lake: "I'm framed, you should know."

Lake shrugged: "In the mountains for so many years, Bob, your insight has not declined a little. If you were in action, you would kill the entire team."

"I thought I could trust Isaac."

Swag shook his head and said, "And, I have investigated in advance, there is no problem with their identity, who knows..."

Lake smiled and said, "If there is no problem with identity, it is really no problem. If there is no problem, they will not use patriots to coax you. Not everyone can be a patriot."

Swag: "…"

Not only does it take corresponding strength to do justice, but it also requires a certain foundation of strength to be a patriot.

People like Lake say that he is a patriot, no one opposes him, has made great achievements in combat, and the case-solving rate is obvious to all. The most important point is that no one can invade Lake from a patriot to a traitor unless Lake voluntarily treason.

Because Lake's strength and status are there.

Where is Swag?

He is also the most outstanding sniper in the army. In the military system, Swag is a patriotic soldier. However, after he retired from the army, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and lost the military's tiger skin. You said you were a patriot, and some people could easily turn you, a patriot into a real value traitor.

For example this time.

Lake shook his head, threw a good look at Swag, and then turned around and left.

"Lack!"

"Is there something wrong?"

Lake turned around and looked at Swag who struggled to get up from the treatment bed.

Swag looked at Lake with a firm look.

"I didn't kill the president!"

"I know."

Lake smiled faintly and turned around again: "Their target this time is the Archbishop, never the president, but just want to pretend to be a failure in assassination, have a good rest, no one can frame me so unscrupulously."

In the last year of Lake's army, Swag was transferred to his team, and his team members, so, to say that it's his people, there's nothing wrong with it!

Battle Center!

Lake walked straight into the combat center that was already in the operation state.

"Where is the officer who shot now?"

"NYPD Thirty-sixth Division, being interviewed."

"Bring it back, haha, let him come and assist in the investigation."

"yes."

Lake picked up the headset handed over by his assistant Tiffany: "Where have you been?"

"Five minutes left!"

"very good."

Buzz!

Five Homeland Security vehicles roared and parked at the door of the hotel where the president was staying at the time after Jack showed his ID. However, even if this happened, even if it was not directed to the president, when there was no conclusive evidence, the Secret Service would directly send Mr. President to the airport according to the temporary plan and then quickly turn around in Washington.

Jack came here, either to arrest the President.

But...

“Isaac Johnson?”

When Jack just got off the car, he happened to see the old black Isaac Johnson and his two guards who were about to come out of the hotel. He showed his documents and said to the old black Isaac Johnson who seemed to be planning a terrorist attack in front of him and said, "DHS, we suspect you are suspected of planning a terrorist attack, come with us."

Isaac Johnson seemed not surprised at all, looking at Jack showing his ID: "Do you have any evidence?"

Jack said, "Does the testimony count?"

"Whose?"

Isaac Johnson chuckled: "You believe the words of the main suspect who entered the newspaper and charged Swag, a major suspect, and I still have something to rush back to Quantico."

Several subordinates around Jack looked at Isaac Johnson who was about to move and directly took out his gun and blocked Isaac Johnson's way.

Isaac Johnson shook his head down and then looked at Jack: "Okay, you want me and you to go back to investigate. OK, do you have a court subpoena?"

Jack smiled: "No, but, I have your chief's phone number!"

Said.

Jack handed the phone handed over by the agent next to him to Isaac Johnson: "The phone number of the Pentagon, General Rodville, General Staff of the Army."

Isaac Johnson frowned.

The agent insurance next to Jack has been opened. According to the instructions of Director Lake in the combat center, as long as these people have any abnormal movements, they will shoot and kill them without explanation.
To be continued...