After hanging up the phone, Owen immediately notified Chloe and asked her to arrange for her people to help check Bobbie's address.
Before the address could be found, his phone rang again. Owen picked it up, took a look at it, and pressed the connect button strangely, for no other reason than because the person calling was the second-generation FBI official--
-Benjamin Affleck.
Benjamin's voice on the phone was full of excitement. As soon as the call was connected, he said eagerly: "Owen, is that you Owen?"
"Yes, Mr. Affleck, I'm Irving."
"Call me Benjamin, or Ben. Owen, we are friends now, aren't we? I know you don't like others calling you Steve, so I'll call you Owen, how about that?"
Owen was confused and couldn't figure out why Benjamin was calling, but he would not be stupid enough to refuse the friendship of a second-generation official.
"Of course, Ben, why are you calling?"
Benjamin seemed very happy to hear Owen call him that, and said.
"Well, it's like this. Anthony Berman has several false identities in the United States. We just found that a credit card under one of his false identities was used for purchases near Los Angeles. We checked the surveillance video and found those people hiding there.
The location..."
hat?
Owen felt incredible.
Anthony Berman is an intelligence officer trained by MI5. How could he make such a low-level mistake? Could this be a trap?
When Owen asked this question, Benjamin suddenly fell silent. At this time, it was obvious that he was a novice, and Owen needed to remind him of such an obvious flaw.
However, after much deliberation, Irving couldn't figure out what was wrong with the other party. Could it be that he wanted to use another big one to ambush the FBI or TU tactical team and wipe them all out?
No matter what, it was a clue, and Owen decided to give it a try.
"Wait for me, I'll be there soon..."
Ten minutes later, Irving drove there. The temporary headquarters was set up in a residential house not far from the target house. The owner of the residential house had been politely invited by the FBI to be placed under house arrest in a room.
This is a place close to the slums, and the security is very bad at night. Many of the residents are Mexicans and Italians.
"Ben, how's the situation?"
Owen naturally called Benjamin by his abbreviation, which actually made Benjamin very happy.
"I have sent people to keep an eye on both the front and back doors, and I haven't found anything unusual yet. I don't know how many people are in the house yet, but the person who used the credit card before was not Anthony Berman himself..."
Owen nodded while listening to his introduction. He casually looked around the room with his eyes, but unexpectedly saw everyone in Team A.
Ash, Eager, Castle, Monica, and two others I don't know. They should be new people who came in after the attrition. In addition, the sniper is also an acquaintance of Sat.
Everyone and Irving nodded to each other as greetings. Irving looked back, feeling quite good about the second-generation official in front of him.
He may not have much experience, but he can do things well. In this situation, if Womack had been given to him, he would have left TU alone and gone on his own. If the intelligence was reliable, it would be entirely possible for the FBI to solve the case on its own.
But Benjamin didn't. He said that if the FBI and TU cooperated, that was cooperation. He said that they would not take the lead. When this happened, he actually notified Irving.
As long as Irving stands here, even if he doesn't fire a shot, he will still get half of the credit for solving the case. From this point of view, Benjamin is really a good friend.
Owen patted Benjamin on the shoulder and began to change his equipment. There was a complete set of equipment on the table in front of him. Owen took off his coat, picked up a body armor and put it on himself.
Seeing Irving's actions, Benjamin next to him also began to change his clothes.
"Oh oh oh, what are you going to do?"
"I'm on a mission, don't underestimate me, I'm the 50-meter pistol fixed target shooting champion of New York IPS~"
Benjamin is like a proud little rooster.
"No, no, no, you are the commander, you should stay behind to avoid anything slipping through the net. Leave this kind of thing to sat, they are the professionals~~~"
Owen stopped Benjamin with a high-sounding reason. He could tell at a glance that Benjamin was the kind of person who always sits in an office. He must have never worked on the front line. He may be a good shooter, but he should have never killed anyone. Such a person
If you appear on the battlefield rashly, you might bring trouble to your own people.
"But you~~~"
Benjamin also wanted to say why he couldn't but Owen could do something special. Owen interrupted him with a smile: "Before you came to the FBI, I stayed at SAT for several months and carried out no less than thirty missions together. Our
The tacit understanding is all forged with real guns and live ammunition..."
Seeing everyone else smiling and nodding, Benjamin knew that Owen had not lied to him, so he had to put down his equipment angrily.
Ash came forward and touched Owen's shoulder with the butt of his gun: "Do you remember how to shoot a gun?"
"Of course, I will only be stronger than before, not weaker~~", Owen replied confidently.
The action begins!
After receiving the report from the sniper on the roof that everything was normal, with a gesture of ash, the team divided into two groups and approached the target building quickly and quietly with tactical steps.
At the front door, Ash is still leading the duo of Owen and Monica, and the remaining four are responsible for the back door.
During the march, a newcomer suppressed his impulse and asked eagerly: "Who is this person? Why does Ash value him so much?"
Unexpectedly, he forgot to cover the microphone when he said this. This sentence appeared in all the headsets, and was naturally heard by Owen.
But before eager to say anything, Ash said on the intercom: "He and Monica once cooperated to kill a heavily armed mercenary. Is this reason enough?"
Suppressed laughter came from the headphones, it was from Eager and Castle, the new guy looked embarrassed, and Monica also covered her mouth and chuckled.
This was just a small episode. The SAT team quickly arrived at the designated location. The three of Owen stood on both sides of the main entrance, and the sound of music could be faintly heard in the room.
three
two
one
"Bang~~Bang~~~"
The door-breaking bullets fired from the shotgun easily destroyed the door lock, and then the shock bombs were thrown in.
After a loud explosion, the two groups rushed in, and the battle ended without even the sound of gunfire.
Owen was very unhappy because the battle ended before it even started. He originally wanted to show off the skills he learned in the SEALs, but in the end he had no chance at all.
The result was even more unpleasant.
There were three Italian young men in the room, about seventeen or eighteen years old. They were smoking marijuana when sat rushed in, and they didn't make any effective response at all.
After sat searched the entire room, Owen turned off the music.
He eagerly found a basin of cold water and poured it down one by one, and the three of them immediately regained consciousness.
Seeing the heavily armed sat in front of them, the three of them trembled a little and looked at each other. They were just smoking marijuana. Is it so serious?
Anthony also ran over at this time. Seeing the appearance of these three people, he knew that these three people could not be terrorists even though he was inexperienced.
Owen found the credit card and waved it in front of the three kneeling people one by one: "Where did you get this credit card?"
"..."
The three of them were silent. Owen didn't have time to talk to them about human rights.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang~~"
The gun in his hand hit them directly at their feet, and the pain from the floor fragments splashing onto their bodies made the three young men think they had been shot, and they let out heart-rending howls.
"Where did it come from?"
Bullet deterrence worked.
"Steal...stolen..."
A short-haired guy replied timidly.
Owen and others have imagined thousands of situations, but they could never imagine this answer.
"Where did you steal it? Who did you steal it from?"
"Just...just...a convenience store two blocks away..."