The door was opened by Owen. Owen motioned to Monica and the other one. He took out his pistol and searched it with a tactical flashlight.
"Safety."
Owen appeared at the door again and waved. Behind him, Monica escorted Alex into the house.
Owen put away his gun and was about to close the door when he saw the wall lamp on the wall and suddenly remembered something. One of the two wall lamps on this floor was broken, and the entire corridor was illuminated by the remaining wall lamp.
Owen took off his coat and unscrewed the remaining wall lamp bulb with his hands, and the corridor instantly became dark.
Owen wrapped the light bulb in his coat and knocked it gently on the wall. The light bulb broke into pieces. Owen walked back along the corridor, shaking the coat slightly in his hand, and scattered the light bulb fragments evenly on the floor.
After doing all this, Owen closed the door and returned to the house again.
In the house, Alex was handcuffed to the bed frame by Monica, who was cleaning the blood on his body in the bathroom. There was a lot of blood on his body after a bloody battle. Although he had changed his clothes, the exposed skin was still there.
There is still a lot of it on it.
After Monica finished washing, Owen also cleaned himself up, and then the three of them returned to the bedroom again.
This is a two-bedroom and one-living room. Judging from the appearance of the room and the display of the shoe cabinet at the door, the owner here should be a single male, but he has not returned yet.
"What do we do next?"
"I don't know if you have any reliable candidates..."
Monica shook her head. Her previous interpersonal relationships were very simple. She just practiced, practiced, practiced every day. She probably didn't know as many people as Owen in the FBI.
Irving didn't know what to do. Normally, they should go to the FBI, but the FBI must be full of surveillance eyes now. I'm afraid they would be arrested before they even got within two kilometers of the FBI.
At this time, Owen wanted to call Brian and ask, but he didn't have a mobile phone now, and there was no landline here.
"You can't escape. Someone will find this place sooner or later. Why don't you let me go now and share it equally between you two... uh..."
Alex shut up before he finished speaking, because Monica punched her again without warning.
Owen walked to the window and looked outside. There was nothing unusual on the street. Owen turned around and closed the curtains.
"Let's see what's going on outside first?"
Owen said as he found the remote control and turned on the TV. He turned the volume of the TV to the minimum and only turned on the necessary lights. Even if someone looked downstairs at this time, they might not know that there was someone in the room.
.
The news on TV was reporting the gun battle just now.
"...The fighting resulted in the death of at least thirty people, including FBI SWAT members, it is reported..."
"...According to our news, this shootout is related to the sky-high reward issued by the drug lord Alex Montel during the day..."
"...We can see the injured SWAT members being carried into the ambulance. According to the doctor on the ambulance, the injury is very serious..."
"...It is still unclear whether the drug lord Alex Montel has been rescued. The head of the FBI refused to answer any questions..."
"...I was at home at the time, and suddenly I heard an explosion, followed by fierce gunfire, and the windows of our house were blown out..."
"...The identities of these people are still unclear, and the police said they will pursue this provocative behavior to the end..."
Owen manipulated the remote control in a circle, and almost all the news stations were broadcasting news about the gun battle. Most of what they said was useless, but Owen at least got a piece of news. Campbell and the others were saved, and there was no second hired team.
The soldiers team passed by.
…
At the scene of the shootout, Farrell walked around the scene angrily. He was in a bad mood. Two SWAT members and Alex disappeared.
Some reporters were still shouting outside the isolation zone to interview him, which made him even more upset. At this time, a subordinate hurriedly ran over and whispered in his ear: "Two streets away, someone called the police and reported that he
The car was stolen..."
Farrell's eyes lit up, "Immediately ask the Intelligence Department to call nearby surveillance..."
…
In a certain office of the FBI, intelligence analysts were busy staring at their screens.
"The target entered Rook Street and the target disappeared..."
"The target appears and is turning onto the Ring Road...the target disappears..."
"The target appeared on 13th Street..."
This group of people has obtained the surveillance in the old city, but the density of surveillance cameras there cannot be compared with that in the urban area. Every time the target car disappears from the surveillance screen, they need to search for other nearby cameras along the time point.
In order to ensure that the target is not lost, the progress is very slow.
While the intelligence analysts were searching for the target vehicle like a needle in a haystack, Farrell had just gotten into his car. He was about to start the car when his phone suddenly rang.
Farrell glanced at the caller ID with disgust, as if he didn't want to answer the call, but finally answered the call helplessly, and a voice in the caller said in a slightly stiff tone: "Our boss is very unhappy about what happened just now..."
"Damn it, I don't care if he is happy or not, I have provided you with the route. Look what you have done. Where did you find a bunch of rubbish? You dare to call yourself an elite mercenary. You can't even defeat SWAT...
"
Farrell acted a little hysterical, but the mood of the person opposite was not affected in any way and he still spoke in the same tone as before.
"Don't say these useless things. We need the latest news. Don't tell me that you don't know. You know the boss's temper. The boss said that if even the 100 million U.S. dollars can't save Alex, then the 100 million U.S. dollars will
Just use it to buy the lives of those people, including you..."
"Shit~~~"
Farrell was so angry that he almost dropped the phone, but he knew that the person on the other side was definitely not an alarmist. Having worked with them for so long, he knew very well how crazy these guys were.
"Damn it, you'd better find some real masters. They don't trust me anymore. No one can find them if I fail again..."
Farrell said angrily, then he forced himself to calm down and found a PDA from the car. On the screen was an electronic map with a blue dot flashing.
"17 Park Street, listen, I want $2 million this time, until..."
"Du~~~"
Before he finished speaking, a busy signal came from the receiver. Farrell leaned on his seat slumped. They had better be able to rescue the person this time, otherwise he would have no choice but to run away. Thinking of the possibility of failure, he hurriedly called
Give it to your wife to pack her bags.
…
In the temporary safe house, Monica was eating chewing gum out of boredom. A bubble appeared and then burst. After a while, a new bubble was blown up by her.
Owen was sorting out his equipment. They had discarded the heavy-duty body armor he was wearing and replaced it with a light-weight Kevlar body-proof vest they had found somewhere in Black Hood, which he wore on the inside of his clothes.
His main weapon is still the M4A1 that comes standard with SWAT. Owen found a cloth bag to put it in. What they needed now was concealment, and it was impossible to carry it around with him.
He replaced the M1911 as a secondary weapon with an MK23. The gun was found from the body of the black hoods. The black hoods just now were definitely from the special forces, and the pistols they used were basically MK23s.
The full name of this gun is "Mark 23, Mod 0". It is a semi-automatic assault pistol designed and produced by Heckler & Koch. It can be equipped with a silencer and laser sight, and fires .45ACP bullets. However, Owen's hand
This one is just a naked gun.
Irving knew about this gun because the MK23 passed the assessment of the US Special Operations Command and was widely used by special forces. Irving occasionally played its civilian version when he was a policeman.
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