Swag has been recuperating here for ten days. After ten days, his wounds have scabbed over. Although he is still unable to exercise strenuously, it does not affect his activities.
In the morning light, Sasha returned home with some ingredients bought from the supermarket. She was a primary school teacher. During the time when Swag lived here, she still went to and from get off work on time every day, and there was no clue at all from her appearance.
, but the things I purchased from the supermarket were much more than usual.
During this time, Owen Tobacki checked a lot of things, including a list of snipers in the world who can shoot at 2,200 yards. To be honest, there are not many people who can snipe at this distance, but there are also quite a few, and many of them are in various countries.
Serving in the army does not meet the conditions for committing crimes.
The remaining retired people are either disabled, dead, or suffering from diseases such as Parkinson's disease, and have almost lost the ability to commit crimes.
As for the name Isaac Johnson, Becky checked it out, and just as they thought, it was a fake name and worthless.
Becky, a recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor, also checked and found that there was no black colonel that Swager had seen. Obviously this was also a fake.
"Becky, help me check again. It's impossible to find it. Anyone who can successfully snipe at 2,200 yards away is definitely not an unknown person. Those who serve in the army, do they have financial problems in their entry and exit records?
Are there any of their relatives who have disappeared or been kidnapped for no reason? They may not have done so voluntarily, but there must be such a person..."
Owen has always focused on those active snipers, which is understandable. Those who are disabled can't even lie down, so how can they snipe.
There are also people with Parkinson's disease who can't even hold a gun steadily. Unless God is blind, there is no way he could have shot the archbishop's head at 2,200 yards away.
"Okay, when I get to NSA, I will use the government's resources to help you check..."
Becky replied helplessly on the other end.
"Wait a minute, NSA, haven't you been fired by NSA? Why are you still working at NSA?"
Owen remembered that Monica told him that Becky was fired by the NSA after she came back because she went to Colombia with them privately without asking for leave in advance, so she had time to tinker with those gadgets with Monica.
"Hahaha~~~They begged me to come back..."
Becky was very excited when talking about this, and Owen could imagine her beaming face from her voice.
"You know, the NSA data center was attacked two days ago, and everyone couldn't figure it out, and then they found me because I had written the security algorithm before.
You should be able to guess the latter part. I fiddled with it a few times and it was easy to do, so they continued to hire me as a senior technical researcher, which was a higher level than before. The salary was doubled, and I had a separate office, hahaha~~
~”
Owen always found it strange to hear such a bloody plot, and asked uncertainly: "You didn't do that attack yourself, did you?"
"Hahaha, what do you think?"
Owen was speechless, these hackers really have no limits. They can direct and stage an offensive and defensive battle casually, and then get promoted and get a raise. But why do I think so every time I think of that laughing girl who turns the NSA upside down?
Where's the smile?
…
golf course in california
The Dick state congressman swung the ball and then threw the club to the caddy aside. He sat back under the umbrella and drank juice. Next to him sat a black man, who was exactly what Swager mentioned.
Colonel Isaac Johnson.
"Colonel, I now doubt whether I have found the wrong person. When we first did this, you said it was no problem, but in the end you let Swagger run away. Now 10 days have passed, and there is still no one from Swagger.
Any information, I doubt your professional ability..."
Congressman Dick's tone was without any scruples and showed no respect for the soldiers. A trace of gloom flashed across the face of the black colonel, but he still explained: "He was shot twice when he escaped. We have arranged people in all the hospitals.
Maybe he's dead somewhere."
"I don't want to hear words like maybe or maybe. This is inconsistent with your soldier's personality. What I want is exact information. He is dead or not dead..."
"Okay, I have arranged a trap. If Swag dies, forget it. If he is still alive, I will definitely want to take a look."
"No need, I have arranged for others, they are the professionals when it comes to killing people..."
The black colonel wanted to say something else, but Congressman Dick interrupted him and said: "Take a look at this first..."
Congressman Dick opened his cell phone, and there was a video inside. The black colonel approached. The video was very short, less than 10 seconds. The screen showed the scene of David Palmer entering the venue before giving a speech.
After the car stopped, David Palmer got out of the car under the protection of Secret Service agents, but then, another black man got out of the other side of the car, but it was the Ethiopian Archbishop.
The black colonel's expression changed, and Councilor Dick asked angrily: "This is what you did, and you swore that everything could be done.
But they didn’t even know that they entered the venue together. The Archbishop of Ethiopia may have told David Palmer about the matter. What should we do if he exposes this matter?”
Cold sweat broke out on the black colonel's head. He knew the energy of this group of people very well. If things really broke out, they would not necessarily be finished, but they would definitely be injured, but he himself was definitely dead, absolutely.
They will throw him out as a scapegoat.
"Where did the video come from?"
"An anonymous email sent it to me. I checked it. The encryption method used by the other party can't find the source. However, it is the same person who told us about the Ethiopian Archbishop before..."
"Why is this man helping us?"
"Don't worry about this for now, let's solve the problem of David Palmer first. This person is at least temporarily on the same side as us, but if David Palmer really knows, then he is a time bomb. He is a member of the Democratic Party...
…”
"Kill him?"
The black colonel asked tentatively.
"Are you crazy? The final vote for the presidential election is less than two months away. At this time, if you kill the candidate with the greatest chance of winning, do you want to burn us to death?"
The black colonel hesitated for a moment, but finally a stern look flashed across his face, "Wait a minute, I'll make a call."
The black man ran aside and didn't know who he had called. After the two talked for a while, the black colonel hung up the phone and came back.
"what to do?"
"Kill him. Swagger wanted to kill David Palmer, but accidentally killed the archbishop. One person can't do such a big thing, he must have an accomplice. Swagger is wanted, so the task of killing David Palmer is
It's very reasonable that it should be done by his accomplices..."
"It's very reasonable. You must promise not to involve us again this time. Moreover, David Palmer has just been assassinated. Now the Secret Service wants to replace all the tiles in his house with bulletproof ones. At this time, you go and assassinate him.
Are you sure you can succeed?"
Hearing Congressman Dick's question, the black colonel showed a determined smile this time: "No, it's not us who want to assassinate David Palmer, it's Tu's Jack Bauer!"