Everyone in Omega surrounded Ryan and looked at him condescendingly. Ryan was lying on the ground in a panic, watching everyone quietly. Except for the pain in his leg that occasionally made him groan in pain, he remained silent.
Owen originally wanted to say a few harsh words to him, but suddenly lost interest when he saw him like this.
After waving their hands, everyone in Omega raised their guns. The next second, a volley of umps was fired, and the sound of bullet shells falling to the ground continued. A large number of bullets were shot into Ryan's body. When the gunfire stopped, Ryan was already lying in a pool of blood.
He turned into a corpse, his eyes still staring at death.
Owen breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting rid of this guy. Ryan was a big stone in his heart. Being worried about someone like Ryan was like being targeted by a venomous snake. He could only be on alert 24 hours a day.
As everyone was about to leave, Owen suddenly felt something was wrong. He squatted down and carefully observed Ryan's body, and then suddenly reached out and took off his glasses.
Everyone in Omega was a little confused and couldn't figure out what Owen was doing.
Owen looked over and over, and soon found a hidden camera on the frame of his glasses.
Seeing the camera, Owen thought of something and reached out to touch Ryan's face. After a moment, he exerted force on his hand and a human face mask was torn off by him.
Silicone mask!!!
This thing was so familiar to everyone. Everyone looked at the corpse on the ground and the unfamiliar face. This person was not Solomon Lane at all.
Owen looked at the silicone mask in his hand. At this moment, Ryan's cell phone suddenly rang. Owen felt something in his heart. He picked it up and pressed the connect button. Solomon Ryan's voice came from it.
"Steve Irwin, your performance is beyond my imagination. I admit that I underestimated you before. With you, the world will become a better place, so I decided to take you to play an interesting game..."
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One week later, New York
Everyone at Omega was sitting around the living room, having an impromptu meeting, and Owen was the host.
"How's it going? What's your progress?"
Owen was the first to speak, and at the same time he looked at everyone.
Everyone looked tired. Seeing that everyone had nothing to say, Owen was the first to look at Silly Baitian.
Silly Baitian met Owen's gaze and shrugged: "I didn't find anything here. The Syndicate is much more cautious than I thought. The laptop and the two USB disks obtained from the Syndicate have all been specially configured. I
Just tried to crack them and they self-destructed, burning my $20,000 laptop in the process..."
Owen also shrugged, and then looked at the others one by one, but all he got were shakes of his head.
Irving was a little discouraged. During the time he pretended to be Winter and sneaked in, he only got one useful information, which was that the Syndicate's next move was in New York. But whether it was to launch a terrorist attack in New York or what they were going to do, he had no idea. The other party valued Granite.
He didn't find any clues about the reagents and an unknown structural diagram.
In other words, a week has passed and they still have no idea what the Syndicate is going to do, let alone Solomon Lane's last words.
Let him play an interesting game. Is this a threat or something? Owen is not afraid of threats. He has many enemies, but Solomon Lane is different from others. This guy and his organization are all agents. These people may not be able to fight.
, but it is really too easy to kill someone.
So Owen once again confirmed the status of his relatives with the members of Omega. Fortunately, Omega has always attached great importance to this aspect. The identities of the family members have been disguised, so it is not that easy to find out.
New York, New York, New York...
Omega brainstorms almost every day, fantasizing about what he would do if he were the Syndicate, but with little success.
To put it bluntly, the Syndicate is not a pure terrorist organization, they do not even have their own political demands.
Anti-Zionism, demanding the United States withdraw its troops from the Persian Gulf...General terrorist organizations will have their own political demands, but Syndicate does not. Irving has always been confused about why these retired agents gathered together. Is it just for
money?
Owen repeatedly recalled the limited incidents he had come into contact with involving the Syndicate. It seemed that the Syndicate was not at all doing it for fame, nor for money. Maybe it was for money, but it was certainly not all for money.
They have always been hidden behind the scenes. Even not long ago, the U.S. government believed that the Syndicate was a non-existent organization.
So what are they for?
Owen was puzzled.
Think again about this time the other party accidentally mentioned New York.
New York is the largest city in the world and the largest port in the United States. It is the most important commercial and financial center in the world. It is very important both in the United States and in the world. In a sense, it is even more important than the capital Washington.
All are important.
Such an important position has also made this place a coveted target for terrorists. Japan once bombed the Twin Towers here, and Irving was also involved in the Wall Street shooting here.
But it's not that simple to do things here.
The number of formal police officers in New York City is as high as 40,000. In addition, there are as many as 4,500 auxiliary police officers, 5,000 school security personnel, 2,300 traffic law enforcement officers and 370 traffic law enforcement supervisors.
The esu here (similar to the swat in Los Angeles) are also well-trained and famous, and their performance is no worse than the swat in Los Angeles.
The police in Los Angeles are LAPD, and those in New York are NYPD. Thinking of NYPD, Owen suddenly remembered John McClain, who experienced the Zhongchen Building robbery with him. He was a New York police officer and a sergeant.
"Dingling bell~~"
After receiving a call from Tony, Tony asked him to go to New York City to discuss some matters with him.
Irving has informed Tony of CTU that the Syndicate's next target is New York. CTU takes it very seriously. Tony is personally in charge of New York. Although the source of the information is only Irving's mouth, Tony does not dare to take it lightly. He is still in charge of CTU's field team in Los Angeles.
When he was a human being, Owen was his strongest detective, solving countless major cases. Now, although Omega has been disbanded, he has no doubt about Omega's first-rate work ability.
Driving to the New York CTU branch, which is located next to Police Station 51, Irving parked the car and unexpectedly saw two acquaintances.
"McLean?"
This person was really careless. I just thought of him and now I met him.
Owen warmly embraces John McClane.
"When did you come to New York and what are you doing here?"
McClain was also surprised to meet Owen here.
"Come to ctu to do something."
Owen pointed to the CTU branch next to him, and then was surprised to see the prisoner behind McClain.
"Dom?"
The bald Dom smiled and touched his bald head: "Long time no see, Owen..."
"What are you doing?"
Owen is confused about the relationship between the two.
Upon seeing this, McClain explained: "Do you know him? This guy and his gang stole oil on the highway, causing the entire oil tanker to explode. Okay, I will take him in first to take notes, and we will have two drinks together in the evening...
"
McClane took Dom into the police station, and Owen was still a little bit unconscious.
Dom is well-known in the Los Angeles underground drag racing scene. Owen knows that he and some of his friends often use cars to do illegal things to make money, but he can't figure out how McClain caught him.
But he didn't know that McClane was willing to risk his life when handling the case. Although Dom was a master of drag racing, he really couldn't handle it when he encountered someone who was desperate for his life. One believed in his own skills, so he was daring, while the other didn't care about himself at all.
His life is his destiny. When he encounters this kind of person, Dom really has no good solution unless he fights with him desperately.