Owen didn't say this to himself, but to the hostages. In fact, he didn't need to worry, Americans knew how to protect themselves, and with the sound of gunshots, they would fall faster than anyone else.
The gun battle broke out in an instant that no one expected.
Owen moved to the side of the nuclear bomb with a human shield. In this room, there is no bunker stronger than this one.
The bullets from the opposite side hit the nuclear bomb, but Owen was not worried at all. Yuri just said that this thing is very strong.
James looked at the controller that was broken into a pile of parts, and there was a fire burning in his heart.
"Kill him for me~~~"
The gunfire became fierce again. Owen hid behind the nuclear bomb and did not dare to move. Bullets scratched sparks on the shell of the nuclear bomb every moment. Even if he wanted to blindly fire as a deterrent, he could not do it.
Outside the door, Ethan and Jack Bauer had already arrived. The two groups of people took two different passages and arrived almost at the same time. It was precisely because their timely appearance dispersed the firepower that Owen was not rushed up.
James was beaten to death by his men.
For a moment, Irving was suppressed in the room, but James and the others were also guarding the exit by Jack and the others, unable to leave. The three parties were in a stalemate.
Irving wants to capture James alive. This should be the highest-level commander of the Cruel Angels that they can currently remove. Capturing him may be able to get some valuable information from his mouth.
But this extravagant hope is destined to fail to come true.
Irving discovered that James actually started to tie explosives to his body, this madman.
"No, Jack, they are going to blow themselves up!!!"
Irving shouted, and Jack Bauer also saw James' actions and shouted: "At 1 o'clock, except 3 o'clock, attack indiscriminately."
Just when Owen was wondering, outside the window, a CH-1 Huey helicopter slowly descended from the 11th floor. The sound of the propeller was surprisingly quiet. Owen didn't even know when this big guy came over.
The Huey is a multi-purpose helicopter that can be used for manned intrusions, life-saving, and electronic surveillance.
However, the function of this Huey is simpler. It is just a mobile turret. The original hatch has been removed and replaced by an M134 rapid-fire machine gun, which makes people shudder at the first glance.
The appearance of this thing is very intimidating, and it also has a very cool name---Gatling Minigun Green Vulcan Terminator. It is a smaller version of the 20mm M61 cannon known as the "Vulcan Cannon".
The bullets were also replaced with 7.62mm NATO bullets, which have the same specifications as machine gun bullets, but can fire 6,000 rounds per minute.
Shit!
As soon as Owen saw this thing, he knew it was over. Sure enough, the next second, the Vulcan Terminator began to harvest crazily. The six barrels fixed together began to rotate driven by electricity, and blue flames emerged, forming piles.
The bullet casings fell like a tide with a crisp sound.
Crazy noises resounded through the building. In front of the Vulcan Terminator, which can fire 5,000 to 6,000 rounds of bullets per minute, any bunker was like paper. There was not even a whole corpse on James' side who was still resisting just now, and they were all transformed.
It became minced meat.
The bullet even penetrated the wall. Owen didn't know if any of his own people were accidentally injured. He only knew that if he didn't stop, the building would probably be destroyed.
Owen was so nervous that he wanted to vomit. Fortunately, Jack had blocked his position before. Otherwise, Owen would have doubted whether the super-strong shell of the nuclear bomb could withstand the baptism of this metal storm. This was the existence of the so-called Vulcan cannon.
The gunshots stopped, and the sound of machinery was still slowly dissipating. The original appearance in the hall was completely unrecognizable. Everything had been disassembled. Only the location where Owen and the hostages were located could still vaguely see the original appearance.
When the smoke cleared, there were no wounded people in the hall, and there were no groans. All those hit by him had no chance of surviving. This was a real killer weapon.
“Duoduoduo~~~~”
There was more and more sound of propellers outside, just like in the movies the police always arrived last. The Marine Corps was late, the CTU tactical team members were guarding the nuclear bomb, and the remaining few agents began to guide the hostages.
leave.
Soldiers rushed in from all around, and the nuclear bombs were quickly taken over by them.
In the corner, Jack Bauer hid on the side and talked to the White House: "Yes, Your Excellency, fortunately, all four nuclear bombs were found... There are no accidents... The Marine Corps will come later..."
Owen collapsed on the ground tiredly, and when he looked around for Ethan Hunter, he realized that this guy had left at some point.
Owen laughed to himself, wondering if all these agents were so rude.
All four nuclear bombs were found, their mission was successfully completed, and there was actually nothing left for him to do next.
That afternoon, Irving returned to Los Angeles.
When Irving got off the plane, he felt that the air in Los Angeles was sweet, and it was better than California. The climate on the west coast is much milder than that on the east coast.
Owen did not return to CTU, so Jack Bauer gave him a holiday and asked him to have a good rest. Owen was going to go home directly, and he also bought flowers and Amanda's favorite muffins on the street.
After getting out of the taxi, Owen walked home with the gift, but saw two police cars parked in front of his house in the distance.
What's going on?
Owen took two quick steps. The police car's lights were flashing, indicating that he was on official duty. Could it be that something happened at home?
Thinking of this, Owen didn't care about the gifts anymore and ran home quickly with them still on his side.
When Irving got closer, he realized that the police car was not coming to his house, but parked in front of his neighbor McCall's house.
On the front lawn, several policemen were talking to Mr. McCall.
When Irving walked in, he realized that they were all acquaintances, all of them were his former colleagues from the West Hollywood branch, and his former partner Carl was also there.
"Hey guys, what are you doing?"
When several police officers saw Irving, smiles appeared on their originally serious faces.
"Hey Steve, we just went to your house, and your sister opened the door..."
"Long time no see, buddy..."
"How is your work at CTU? You've been in the news a lot lately..."
Several police officers greeted Owen enthusiastically, and Owen responded one by one. He had been in the patrol team for several years. Although he was later transferred to the major crimes team, he had always had a good relationship with his colleagues in the patrol team.
"Hi, Mr. McCall."
"Hello, Owen."
Owen said hello to his neighbor, the black uncle McCall, and then turned to his friends in the police station and asked: "What on earth is going on?"
In his impression, his black neighbor is not a troublemaker. On the contrary, he is very quiet and likes to read. He can often be seen reading a book on the lounge chair outside the door.
And Owen has a very good impression of him. In today's impetuous society, few people can calm down and read a book. Moreover, McCall loves to help people. Many people in the Zilin community have been helped by him. Owen
Home is no exception.
"Oh, that's it..."
Karl explained to Owen: "We received a call and someone found a male body near your house. The deceased was an Arab. He died miserably. His throat should have been cut from the front. Do you know what the murder weapon was?"
Karl said that he did not forget to sell it off. Owen ignored Karl's question, but frowned and cut his throat? Such a vicious case has never happened on Zilin Road.
Seeing that Irving had no intention of cooperating, Karl continued: "It's a credit card."
Owen's heart shuddered. He had worked in the major crimes unit and knew how difficult it was. To kill someone with a credit card, the murderer was either a professional killer or someone who had received professional training.