The signing ceremony was scheduled for 10:30 in the morning. The SWAT team was already in place an hour in advance. The FBI only came with some snipers from Team A and Team D. The remaining two teams were on standby at the base to handle emergencies.
The location of the Caesars Hotel is very good. It is at the end of Central Avenue with no obstructions in front. There is a subway station not far from here. From the front of the Caesars Hotel, you can see the new subway passing in the distance. It is the new subway station in Los Angeles.
Driverless subway put into use.
The person in charge here is a deputy chief of the Central Police Station. They are not the only ones here at this time. The police SWAT has also arrived. Snipers have been uniformly arranged and scattered high in the surrounding buildings to monitor the entire venue. At the same time,
Search for any possible sniper positions.
When they arrived, there were already police cars parked all around, making the place look more like a parking lot. There were police officers scattered around. Owen saw many familiar faces among the police officers. It seemed that people from the East and West Hollywood branches were sent here.
The deputy director assigned them to take charge of an area diagonally in front of the hotel, which was manned by SWAT and some ordinary police officers.
The team members were divided into teams of two. Generally speaking, precision shooters like Owen and Monica should be deployed separately. Probably Alyssa saw that the two of them cooperated well in the past two days, so she divided them into two groups.
A group.
The security plan was very standard. Snipers were scattered around to take care of the whole place. Police cars set up roadblocks and roadblocks around the perimeter. Ordinary police officers were spaced apart from each other and scattered around the president.
The same goes for SWAT, but because there are fewer of them, they are farther apart. Secondly, there must be plainclothes FBI agents among the crowd.
Owen and Monica were standing in front of a tree. She probably had a clear idea yesterday, and she seemed to be in a good mood today.
Looking closely, Owen sighed once again. This woman is really beautiful. Although she doesn't like to smile, her facial features are exquisite and her long golden hair also adds a lot of points to her. Her heroic spirit is different from others.
She looks more pleasing to the eye.
Her temperament seems to be that she is most handsome in military uniform. Owen can't imagine how she looks in a skirt. It always feels weird.
Owen and her chatted wordlessly. He always felt that this blonde beauty had a different attitude towards him and others. He didn't know if it was an illusion caused by beating him all the time. But it was good to chat with a beautiful woman, Owen
I am also happy to get close to beautiful women.
"Monica, you seem to be in a good mood today."
"Well, that's good."
"Why is your nickname IQ?"
"Because I am very good at reading, and I have always been number one in everything I do since I was a child..."
"Well……"
As expected, he was a top student. Owen remembered that he had been a top student before. With the knowledge he brought with him in the two years after he came here, he could easily get the first place without studying. But that was how many years ago...
…
The other party is a top student. Should I talk to her about the Iran-Iraq conflict or the economic crisis? Will this kind of free time make her feel bored?
"Monica, how are you doing there?" Alyssa's voice came from the earphones.
"everything is normal."
Monica pressed the call button and replied. Owen looked at his watch. It was 10:30 with 10 minutes left. The team was about to enter the venue. He stopped chatting. He had to be more serious, otherwise he would
It will be photographed by those media, and it will be time to get into trouble again.
"Squeak~~~"
An SUV suddenly braked and stopped in front of the blockade. The driver showed his ID, and the police moved the roadblock and let him in.
The car stopped at a certain location, and Owen saw Max Payne getting out of the car in a hurry and looking around. The deputy director in charge walked towards him with a frown on his face.
It seems that he was not seriously injured that day. Owen still remembers that his car was hit by an RPG. There was no movement at all in the car at that time. He thought he was dead. It seemed that he just fainted at that time.
On this special occasion, Owen did not greet him, and he did not recognize Owen. However, Owen felt that he should be a good policeman. He himself was from the major crime team. There are fewer and fewer detectives who dare to rush to the front line at all times.
Already.
"Max, what are you doing? Move your car quickly. The ceremony will start in less than 10 minutes. Don't get me into trouble..."
The deputy director said angrily as soon as he came over.
When Marx saw the deputy director, he quickly interrupted: "Director, the signing ceremony must be terminated immediately. I just received a call from the killer, who clearly stated that he would kill someone from the contracting party soon.
…”
"Killer? Are you kidding? Look here, there are dozens of police cars, more than a hundred police officers and armed personnel. We have blocked five nearby blocks since the morning. Who can launch an attack under such circumstances?
"
"No, Director, the time, place and people he mentioned are all correct. It sounds like he made careful preparations. It's definitely not a prank..."
"Then tell me how he launched the attack. This place is an iron wall..."
"Uh... I don't know either, but he must have his own way, I think..."
"Shut up, Max. I think you are a fool for being a policeman. You believe everything anyone says..."
Owen frowned and listened. Intuitively, he felt that Marx was right, because it was like that in the movies. Behind every protagonist was a stupid boss to set off the protagonist's wisdom, but he just didn't know Marx.
Isn't he the protagonist?
…
Time goes back ten minutes to the subway station.
A muscular man wearing a jacket, tight jeans, and a peaked cap was waiting on the subway platform carrying a piano case and a luggage bag.
This is the driverless subway that has just been launched in Los Angeles. It is fully computer-controlled and is still in the trial operation stage. The route is very short, with only three stations and only two carriages. There are very few people on it.
Apart from the man in the peaked hat, there were only a few gangsters on the platform. These guys were probably bored and wanted to experience what it was like to have a driverless subway. They kept laughing and joking together.
Someone saw the man in the peaked hat carrying a piano case and making fun of him.
"Hey man, where's the show?"
The man in the peaked hat said nothing, as if he didn't hear him.
Another guy also echoed: "Are you a member of the band? We may go to see the show somewhere..."
The man in the peaked hat still said nothing.
Now the gangsters felt offended and their words became less friendly.
One of the fat men said sarcastically: "What's in that piano case of yours, your tights?"
The others burst into laughter. When the fat man saw that the man in the peaked hat still ignored him, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Hey, tight pants, I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"
The man in the cap didn't even look at them, and the gangsters were already a little angry. At this moment, the subway arrived, the automatic door of the carriage opened, and the man in the cap quickly walked into the subway, looking like he was running away.
Same.
The few gangsters behind laughed in triumph, and the fat man from behind said sarcastically: "You run fast, man in tight pants, you'd better know your way around..."
The carriage door closes and the subway leaves the platform.
There were only two groups of them in the car. The peaked hat put the things on the seat, took out a special key and opened the circuit control box. After looking at it, he opened his luggage bag and took out a microcomputer.
The wire ends are connected to the circuit control box.