When reinforcements arrived, the town's deputy sheriff led the state police and ranchers to kill them. Dozens of cars surrounded them from three sides, and there was even a light helicopter hovering in the sky. Westerners have a deep-rooted tradition of holding guns and
The plot is that since the pioneer days, he has never left his body with a gun, fighting with Indians and Mexicans. The folk customs are so fierce that sometimes they don't even give the federal government face, let alone a bunch of troublemaking foreigners.
The target was still capable of resisting and the battle could not be resolved in a short time. Agent No. 5 acted according to the opportunity and immediately ordered to abandon the mission and break out. No. 4 shouted: "Now all efforts to evacuate are in vain. Hold on for another five minutes. You will cover me and I will do it!"
"The target is not worth the five of us, retreat! This is an order." At the critical moment, No. 5 issued a death order, and the other three people did not object. They quickly left the target and maneuvered towards the border. The United States had no way out.
You can escape, and you can only escape by crossing the border.
Although No. 4 stood firm, he was unable to stand alone, so he had to evacuate with everyone. In the blink of an eye, the helicopter flew over. The deputy police chief was sitting in the helicopter wearing a cowboy hat, with one leg hanging outside, holding a gun in one hand and an electric horn in the other.
Shout out to them to put down their weapons and surrender.
He was answered with a string of bullets, and the helicopter immediately pulled up. The deputy police chief raised his gun and swiped downwards, hitting No. 2 with a sideways shot. The bullet hit his head, and he died on the spot.
The rest of the group didn't even care about No. 2's body. They fired fiercely to drive away the helicopter while crossing the border. The U.S.-Mexico border had long been riddled with holes, but such large-scale gun battles were rare. Mexico
The patrol police from the area arrived after hearing the news. There was a lone police car and two policemen. They were shocked when they saw this formation. They thought it was a big drug lord running away and did not dare to stop them. However, they were very courageous to stop the American side.
Law enforcement officers crossed the border and faced off with the U.S. police for a moment at the border. Both sides restrained themselves and withdrew their troops.
Liu Handong was so anxious that he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to cross the border, but he would still face pursuit after crossing the border, and there would be no one to help him when he got there. After a moment of hesitation, the herdsmen surrounded him and carried Frank up in a hurry.
When the ambulance came to the ambulance, Lucy exclaimed: "You've been shot!" Liu Handong looked down and saw a bright red blood stain on his waist. The battle just now was fierce and adrenaline was secreted sharply. He didn't even notice that he was hit by a stray bullet. Well,
Now it was a nine-millimeter pistol bullet that had already lost its ability to travel a hundred meters and was just embedded in the skin. Compared to Frank's injuries, Lucy was unharmed, except for her hair being burned a little by the flames.
This place is dozens of miles away from the hospital. The police mobilized a medical helicopter to send the injured to the hospital. The body of Agent No. 2 was wrapped in a blanket and thrown into the truck compartment, and the large team evacuated the border.
On the roof of the hospital's helicopter, a group of medical staff had been waiting anxiously. As soon as the wounded arrived, they immediately put them on trolleys, pulled them into the elevator, and went straight to the operating room.
Liu Handong was lying on the trolley, suddenly opened his eyes, rolled over and got out of bed, pushed away the medical staff who tried to stop him, rushed into the stairs while covering his wounds, went down two floors and turned into an office, and pulled off a white suit.
He put on his coat and was about to leave when he saw surgical instruments in the cabinet and put them into his pocket. People were coming and going in the corridor. The first responder chased after him and looked around. Liu Handong turned around and walked in the opposite direction and disappeared into the crowd.
He stole a car in the underground parking lot and left the hospital. He wandered around the city and parked on the rooftop parking lot of a certain building. He took off his clothes, disinfected them, cut open the wound, and took out a mushroom-head bullet.
Fortunately, it was a weak stray bullet. If it hit at close range, at least half of your life would be lost.
What is the next step? Liu Handong is in trouble. His luggage is gone, he has no gun and no money. Even if he goes to Mexico, he will live in a place where he is unfamiliar with the language and cannot understand the language. He has to start over again. This is the end of a hero. His wounds are hurting and his heart is still there.
Anxious, he couldn't make up his mind as to where to go.
After struggling in the car for half an hour, he finally made the decision to go to another crowded metropolis, Los Angeles.
…
A small business jet landed at the airport. Several men in coats got off the plane, got into a government-licensed car and went straight to the city's morgue.
In the morgue, local FBI agents and police were already waiting here. Together with their colleagues from Washington, they examined the body. The owner of the body was a West Asian. According to fingerprint comparison, it was a Turk who entered the country a few days ago, but Turkey
However, no such person was found.
The huge system of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security is activated, leaving no one to hide. According to various clues, this so-called Turk should be an agent of a certain country, but he does not threaten the security of the United States, but performs the task of cleaning up the door. According to the intelligence
It's an unspoken rule in the world that as long as it doesn't cause a big mess, you can just turn a blind eye.
But the gentlemen in Washington insisted on arresting people. Under the coordination of the FBI, all law enforcement agencies were mobilized, all surveillance systems were fully activated, and state police, county police, highway patrol, and the town's sheriffs all received instructions.
A wanted poster with Li Ang's photo.
In the hospital ward, Lucy met her biological father, John Barnes. She hadn't seen her father in three years. The last time she saw her was when she was in high school. His father didn't even attend her high school graduation ceremony, and he didn't even make a phone call.
, so Lucy just called Daddy very coldly, then lowered her eyes and fiddled with the corner of the quilt.
Mr. Barnes was wearing a black suit with a small national flag badge on his collar. He was dressed as a standard State Department official. He asked for greetings, but his daughter only responded coldly and perfunctorily. She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, she pulled up a chair and sat down.
Sincerely said: "Lucy, I'm sorry that I couldn't attend your graduation ceremony. This is a father's biggest regret, but I hope you can understand that at that time, my father was in a prison in Afghanistan and had no freedom, and I
My job requires keeping it secret from my family, so I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.”
Lucy's hand stopped. She only knew that her father worked for the government. She didn't know that there was such a thing. She looked up at her father's sincere eyes and couldn't help but feel guilty. She choked and shouted "Daddy". Mr. Barnes's eyes were red.
, hugging their daughter and patting her back, the father and daughter finally reconciled.
"You don't have to go to those dangerous places anymore, right?" Lucy asked.
Mr. Barnes smiled: "Yes, I have switched to a civilian job now, so I don't have to take risks anymore. By the way, how much do you know about the Chinese guy you are with? Can you talk to me? He is facing a lot of trouble.
, maybe I can help him."
Lucy thought for a while and said: "Okay, let's start with the encounter in the library..."
The next day, the four agents who had evacuated to Mexico returned to the United States. Smuggling is difficult for ordinary people, but it is a piece of cake for them. However, they disagreed again on whether to continue the mission. They met in a secluded small house.
There was so much arguing in the restaurant that they didn't even notice the camera in the corner.
Five minutes later, No. 1 went out to use the bathroom and found the police lights flashing outside. A black van drove to the door. The door opened and a heavily armed SWAT rushed out. It was too late to send a signal. He broke the window.
He ran away and ran wildly.
The other three were captured without a fight.
At the same time, Liu Handong had left Texas. He was driving a stolen car on an empty and deserted road. A lonely song came from the radio, the car lights cut through the endless darkness, and the road ahead was endless.
A police car parked on the roadside suddenly sounded its siren and chased after him. Liu Handong glanced at the stopwatch and saw that he was not speeding, so he pulled over obediently and put his hands on the steering wheel.
The two policemen who were chasing him were the highway patrol officers. The two policemen got out of the car, with their hands on their gun holsters and the other hand holding a bright flashlight. They surrounded him from the left and right. Liu Handong saw the two of them in a prepared posture in the rearview mirror.
I estimate that the chances of winning by resisting are between 50 and 50.
"Sir, your taillight is broken." The policeman bent down and said, his eyes rolling on the Asian man.
"Oh, I forgot, I'll fix it later." Liu Handong pretended to be relaxed.
"Please show me your ID," the policeman said.
Liu Handong showed the ID he had placed under the sun visor to the police, feeling uneasy. This was a fake identity he had prepared in New York in advance, so it should be fine.
The policeman looked at the ID, handed it back and said thank you, and was about to leave when another policeman said from behind the car: "Open the trunk."
Liu Handong fumbled around for a while before finding the switch of the trunk and turning it on. It was empty inside.
The police had begun to become suspicious and inadvertently saw the blood stains on his clothes. They immediately drew their guns and ordered him to get out of the car and lie down in the car with his head in his hands.
Liu Handong hesitated for half a second, gave up his plan to resist, got out of the car and turned his back to the police. The patrol officers searched his body and found no weapons, but they still handcuffed him behind his back and stuffed him into the police car.
Half an hour later, Liu Handong was taken to a nearby police station and detained overnight. In the morning of the next day, a group of people in black suits came and picked him up. They put on black hoods and put him into a van. He couldn't tell the direction along the way.
I changed transportation three times, and the two-hour journey was still spent on a plane.
Eight hours later, Liu Handong was thrown into an empty house with original cement walls, a high stool in the middle, and a glass curtain on the front wall. No one could be seen, only four cameras on the ceiling were watching him.
"Sit down." A voice said.
Liu Handong put down the high stool and sat on it.
"Your name," the voice said.
"Li Ang." Liu Handong replied.
"The real Taiwanese Li Ang died in the Middle East due to a diving accident. So, who are you?" the other party asked.
"Li Ang." Liu Handong replied again. He could guess that the other party was an American intelligence agent, so he refused to cooperate.
After some fierce threats, the interrogators lost their patience. Two masked men rushed in and dragged Liu Handong away. They moved to a small room and tied him to a chair. Another white man came in and slowly put on rubber gloves.
Open the Chinese pure cotton towel packaging bag, unscrew the lid of the barrel of pure water, spread the towel on Liu Handong's face, and start watering.
After another battle, Liu Handong still refused to let go. This kind of torture had no effect on him. The door opened, and a familiar face appeared in front of him. John Lynch, a British communications engineer working in Afghanistan, smiled broadly.
Came in.
"Mr. Liu, actually we already know your identity. It's not a secret. Why do you insist on it?" Lynch said.
"Since you know, you still ask." Liu Handong said, knowing for sure that the other party was not the FBI, but the CIA.
"Routine procedure." Lynch said, "I sympathize with your experience in Colin. If you are willing to help us, I can give you something in return."