The grenade didn't sound at all. The sound of the bullet coming out of the barrel and the sound of the grenade exploding were two different levels. Once the grenade exploded, it would inevitably attract other terrorists, which would be equivalent to sending the hostages in the engineering layer back into the building.
jaws of death.
So Owen just used the grenade as a cover, and his real killing move was his shot from behind.
Martin reacted quickly, but Owen was faster than him. Before he could get up from the ground, Martin felt a huge force coming from his right hand. He raised his head, one hand was holding the sleeve of his P229 tightly, and his thumb was
Blocked behind the trigger, Martin tried to pull the trigger, but couldn't fire it anyway.
Then, a flash of silver light flashed, and there was a sharp pain in the wrist of the right hand holding the gun, and blood surged. Just as Martin was about to withdraw his hand, another burst of heartbreaking pain came from his lower body, passing through the body and reaching the cerebral cortex. Then he
He lost consciousness and passed out.
At this time, Walker carefully popped his head out of the room. Before the fight started, Owen asked him to find a place to hide. When he saw the four corpses in the corridor and Martin lying on the ground with his butt hunched over, Walker subconsciously closed his thighs together for some unknown reason.
.
Walker knew that guy. Martin, the director of the Secret Service, the security chief around the president. You can find him in the picture in almost all occasions where the president attends, as long as you look carefully.
But, he must be in pain now.
"Stop standing there and come and help."
Irving disarmed Martin while shouting at Walker who was stunned. Then he gave Martin a simple bandage and then he and Walker quickly left with one of Martin's arms.
As for whether the gunshots just now would attract other people, he was not worried at all. The noise in the engineering layer was very loud, enough to cover up the gunshots of MP5.
In a dark room of the White House, Martin was currently tied to a chair. Irving picked up the vase on the table and poured water on Martin's face, and then pulled a chair in front of him.
, Da Ma Jin Dao sat down with his hands on the back of his chair, playing with the Buck saber he had just captured.
"Director Martin, nice to see you again."
Owen looked at Martin who was tied up in front of him with a smile. Martin shook his head. His consciousness returned and he looked at Owen, but he was not panicked: "Who are you? Oh, you are Jack's subordinate..."
Irving knew Martin, but Martin did not know Irving. Irving only followed Jack to see President Palmer a few times. Martin had seen him, but he did not know his name.
Before Irving could speak, Martin had already continued: "You are very strong. You can kill my people in person. Such a person should not be risking his life every day in CU for a meager salary to hand over the president to me.
I will give you 50 million, which is enough for you to live a comfortable life anywhere in the world..."
Owen almost laughed when he heard Martin's words. Martin's tone made Owen think that he was the one who was caught.
"Okay, don't delay. It's all a waste of effort. No one will come to save you. Trust me, I'm a professional in this area..."
Irving revealed Martin's intention, and Martin was not embarrassed. His mind was suddenly turned upside down.
Just now, he confidently led a complete tactical team in an attempt to capture Irving, but the reality was completely reversed.
When faced with Irving's surprise attack, the five-man tactical team including himself was cut like a grain of rice by the man on the opposite side.
And now he is even worse. The reason why Owen didn't kill him must be because he wanted to know something, otherwise he would definitely lie on the ground and become one of them like the remaining four people. Martin can already foresee what will happen next.
What happened to him.
"Director Martin, I only say some things once, so you'd better listen." Owen put away his smile and spoke in a serious tone.
"I hope you will cooperate and don't waste my time by playing tricks with me. The more you cooperate, the less pain you will suffer. The less you cooperate, the more torture you will suffer. Believe me, I have this ability."
After speaking, Owen scratched his clothes with the dagger several times, then turned to Walker behind him and said: "Please turn your head away, the next scene may not suit you..."
Walker had an unhappy expression on his face, which was too disrespectful, and he insisted on staying where he was.
Owen ignored him and began to interrogate.
"Tell me where the remaining hostages are, you only have thirty seconds..."
After speaking, Owen raised his hand to activate the stopwatch function on his watch, and his eyes roamed back and forth between the watch and Martin's face.
Martin kept silent. He was a senior agent before he was the head of the Secret Service. He had seen too many tricks like this to put people under pressure during interrogations.
Irving did not urge, and Martin remained silent. As time passed, the 30 seconds passed quickly, and Martin still did not answer Irving's question.
Irving didn't look angry at all. He reset the stopwatch in his hand to zero, then covered his mouth with one hand and stabbed Martin's thigh with the dagger without hesitation.
Accompanied by vague screams, Owen pulled out the dagger and said to Martin on the opposite side: "Although I don't have much time, I have enough time to torture you, so don't challenge my patience."
"Second chance, where are the hostages? Where are the Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of State?" After speaking, Irving started the stopwatch again and said coldly to Martin on the opposite side: "Start again now. You have 30 seconds to answer the question."
“fuck~~~”
Martin was a little angry. He had not experienced this for a long time.
But what caused Owen to cover his mouth for the second time. After his useless struggle, the dagger was inserted into his thigh again, and it was the same wound as before. This time Owen did not go deep, but stirred from side to side.
Martin made strange noises and struggled violently, but all in vain. Suddenly Martin's voice became high-pitched, as if the pain had reached a critical point, and his body was shaking like chaff. Then Owen let him go, as if he had just emerged from the water.
Take it out and spread it out on the chair.
"It's the same question as before, you still have thirty seconds..."
Time was reset to zero again, and the ticking sound of the second hand seemed to be heard in the silent space. Irving's voice was like a machine, cold and devoid of any emotion. Walker watched beside him with hair on his head, a little afraid.
Watching but curious about what will happen next.
Martin didn't speak. He just sat on the chair and looked at Owen. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, but more of it was a struggle. He knew that Owen was not joking. He also knew how these people were trained and fell into
In their hands, death is really just a relief. They have ten thousand ways to make your life worse than death.
Irving didn't know what Martin was thinking. When he saw the second hand returning to the end point again, Irving stood up and a new round of torture was about to begin.
"No, I said, I said..."
In the end, Martin chose to give in and tried to avoid the approaching Owen like the god of plague.
"Where are the hostages?"
"The yellow hall on the top floor, all the hostages are there, the Minister of Defense and the Secretary of State are also there..."
Owen stared into Martin's eyes. He couldn't tell whether what Martin said was true. At Martin's level, no matter what he told the truth, others couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not. He could only rely on intuition.
"What about the White Masks? How much do you know about them?"