The camera in the car was still on, and the whole process was broadcast live, but Jack Bauer didn't care. He looked at the photographer and lighting assistant in the car. The two quickly raised their hands to indicate that everything was related to them.
Doesn't matter.
The surrounding media also consciously looked away from Jack Bauer. Many veteran reporters knew that this was a difficult guy to deal with.
This guy caused a lot of big incidents when the Counter-Terrorism Bureau was still in the Counter-Terrorism Division, but he is still doing well now. After the establishment of CTU, he became the head of the Los Angeles CTU branch. It is really hard for him to be a reporter.
It's nothing. And the CTU is different from other departments. They don't care what the media says. In the face of national security, everything is nonsense.
...
"Who are you?"
The sudden unfamiliar voice made Owen's heart skip a beat. The robbers wouldn't threaten him with hostages. Fortunately, the conversation that followed made his heart drop again.
"I am Jack Bauer from the CTU, and I have full authority to direct the next actions."
Owen suddenly felt ridiculous and decided to speak directly to Jack Bauer.
This feeling was completely different from when he knew about the existence of CTU. Owen suddenly thought of various plots in "24 Hours", including the nuclear bomb crisis, virus spread, assassination of the president, kidnapping of foreign ambassadors... As long as they
Wherever he appeared, nothing happened, and Owen suddenly felt that the world he lived in was so dangerous.
Owen was still dazed. He couldn't digest so much information at the moment. McClain grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted urgently: "I don't care about CTU or not. Why do they know my identity? What on earth is going on?"
What's going on?"
Jack Bauer was silent for a moment, and then said: "A reporter monitored our intercom channel, and then broadcast what he heard on TV. Now people are under our control."
McClain next to him was a little excited and cursed loudly and angrily, cursing the reporter, cursing the CTU, and cursing the LAPD...
Owen was afraid that he would smash the walkie-talkie when he got excited, so he hurriedly grabbed it: "McLean was a little excited. The robbers threatened him with his wife. We temporarily fooled him, but this is not a long-term solution. We want to keep the hostages with him."
My wife can be rescued, but I need your help."
"What are your plans?"
"Well...my plan is this..."
Irving expressed his thoughts. The thing happened so suddenly that he didn't have any good solution for the time being.
"The purpose of the robbers is the bonds in the vault, so we will rob the vault and exchange the bonds for the hostages, so that everyone has what the other party wants. If we can't exchange all the hostages, at least we will have to exchange McClain's wife."
return."
There was silence for a moment, and Jack Bauer seemed to agree tacitly, and then asked: "How do we need to cooperate?"
"Provide the location of the vault and cut off their surveillance. In addition, the snipers must cooperate with us. McClain and I are in charge of the vault. You monitor the hostage situation. Once our transaction is completed or the other party refuses, the sniper will intervene."
Irving put forward his request, but he was not worried that CTU could not do it. In his memory, CTU's technological strength was still very strong. It often mobilized satellites, and cutting off surveillance should not be a big deal to them.
"The surveillance has been cut off before our call. Please wait a moment for the location of the vault."
There was a ready-made structural diagram of the building in the command vehicle, and Jack Bauer quickly found the location of the vault.
"On the west side of the 18th floor. Just follow your plan. I will have the commando team ready. The communication channel has been shared with the sniper team. Later I will wait for an opportunity to enter the building to check the hostage situation. We will contact you then."
Several people quickly finalized the action plan and began preparations. Owen also had a brief communication with Bob from the sniper team.
In the corridor, the two of them ran so fast that without monitoring each other, the other would become blind. Their movements were no longer restricted, and they could finally run wildly in the corridor.
...
In the room, Hans also received the notification from the monitoring room. To be honest, it was beyond his expectation that the monitoring was cut off at this time. He didn't know that the commander had been changed outside the building.
"Hans, haha, I opened the vault. I told you that I am the best. Do you want to take a look? There are not only the things we want, but also surprises."
A voice on the intercom smiled triumphantly, and Hans had a smile on his face. The treasury was the purpose of their operation. Hans was not a terrorist. What he wanted was money.
To hell with the police, reporters, hostages, and those two annoying rats, none of these are important compared to the vault.
"You guys, follow me to the vault and take her with you. Alex, this place will be left to you for the time being." Hans walked towards the elevator with several of his subordinates who were also looking happy. Before leaving,
Don't forget to take Holly as a hostage.
The elevator soon reached the 18th floor. When Hans walked into the vault, he happened to see the black young man with glasses filling money in a travel bag. There were two bags already packed at the door.
Seeing several people, the bespectacled young man came up to them with a smile and bumped shoulders with them affectionately.
The newcomers were quickly stunned by the scene in the vault. It was full of money. They had never seen so much money in their lives. Seeing the neatly stacked bonds and U.S. dollars in the vault, they were almost stunned.
Everyone went crazy.
The few men who followed Hans didn't even care about the hostages. They rushed into the ocean of money as fast as they could, kissing and hugging them constantly, filling all the places on their bodies that could hold money.
Hans stood at the door, looking at his crazy men and the money in the vault, with uncontrollable joy on his face.
In addition to the bonds worth 500 million US dollars as initially expected, there is also at least 50 million dollars in cash in the vault, neatly stacked. This thing is more eye-catching than bonds. Make a fortune, make a fortune. It is simply a robbery here.
It's more rewarding than robbing a bank.
At this time, among everyone present, only Holly could still maintain basic sobriety. Holly had never seen so much money, but she was a hostage, and no matter how much money she had, it had nothing to do with her.
Holly moved her eyes out of the vault and saw bombs and remote controls already bundled on the table outside. She couldn't help but ask, "You want to blow this place up?"
"Of course, when a man steals fifty dollars, no one cares. When a man steals half a billion dollars, the whole world is looking for him. I will blow up this place so no one will know I took it.
How much."
"You are so despicable."
"Haha, I will take this as a compliment." Hans said proudly.