When Owen and Omega arrived, they only saw the bodies of two police officers on the ground, and the suspect had long since disappeared.
Owen looked furious. He had foreseen the policeman's death, but to be fair, Tony didn't do anything. In his position, he had to do the same.
"Becky, which subway is this?"
Owen asked eagerly through the communication headset.
"Still checking, right now, give me one more minute..."
Silly Baitian is also racing against time, and the atmosphere is so tense that it makes people panic.
Owen cursed under his breath, and then his cell phone rang.
Taking out his cell phone, Tony's cell phone to be exact, Owen hesitated for a moment before pressing answer.
"Owen, you always bring surprises to me. I didn't expect you to really find anything, and you almost succeeded..."
The somewhat annoying voice of Solomon Lane came from the phone. Lane, who was somewhere in New York, had a teasing smile on his face. He had just received a notification from his subordinates and was almost caught.
"Yes, that guy is lucky."
Owen replied in a neither arrogant nor humble manner.
"Okay, tell me, where's the next explosion?"
The voice on the phone seemed to be teasing, and Owen suppressed his displeasure.
"I hope you are true to your word. Your next explosion will be in the subway near Wall Street..."
"What exactly?"
"Are you cheating?"
"I never said that if you give me a vague location, you will guess it right. I am really surprised that you can check it to this extent, but it is not enough to make me change my decision. Therefore, you must give me detailed information.
That train number, the specific location..."
"Fake, I knew you wouldn't keep your promise. You are trash. You can't afford to lose..."
Owen cursed angrily and acted hysterical, but in fact he was delaying time. He kept praying in his heart that Shabaitian would speed up the action.
"You don't have much time. Where are you? 5, 4, 3,..."
Ryan's mood was not affected in any way, and he started the countdown unhurriedly.
Quick, quick, quick...
In CTU, Shabaitian operated it herself, slowing down the video bit by bit, trying to find useful information. She felt the pressure from Owen.
Finally, in the video screen, I slowly saw the subway car number. Shabaitian tried hard to distinguish it, and then grabbed the communicator.
"Line 3, Car No. 51..."
A silly voice suddenly came from the headset, and Irving followed closely and shouted: "Line 3, Car No. 51..."
Time fell into silence for a moment. Owen seemed to be waiting for the trial. He was waiting, Becky who shared the communication was waiting, and Tony and CTU's people were also waiting...
"You're right, but I'm sorry, it's a second late..."
Ryan's hoarse voice sounded again, but what he said was devilish words.
"No, you can't do this, you bastard, you are cheating..."
Boom~~
Owen's curse continued, but the ground suddenly shook, knocking everyone down, and then a shock wave mixed with smoke and dust erupted from the subway entrance, and many pedestrians at the subway entrance were sprayed backwards.
Irving climbed up from the ground and looked at the tragic situation around him in confusion. The subway explosion on Wall Street was no different from a small earthquake. The surroundings were in a mess. Trash cans were knocked over. Cars on the road crashed into each other. Those parked on the roadside were
The alarm kept ringing.
The glass on the first floor of a nearby building was shattered by the explosion, and panicked people kept running out of the building.
At this time, heat waves were still gushing out of the subway entrance, and Owen didn't know what kind of Shura scene was below.
This bastard is a professional, and Owen has a very certain feeling that Solomon Lane did it on purpose. Regardless of whether Owen and the others are right or not, the bomb will explode, and this terrorist attack cannot be avoided at all.
"Owen, are you okay?"
All the Omega players gathered around. Owen shook his head to indicate that it was okay, but he was thinking about how to catch Ryan.
"Dingling bell~~~"
The phone in Owen's hand rang again, and Owen was furious when he saw this phone.
"Solomon Lane, you bastard, you executioner, I will definitely catch you and kill you with my own hands..."
As soon as Irving answered the phone, he cursed. At this moment, countless people died at the hands of Solomon Lane, which made Irving extremely angry.
"If you haven't scolded enough, please continue, but what I want to tell you is that this game is not over yet..."
Ryan's voice was as hoarse as ever, but also without any emotion.
"What……"
Owen's scolding stopped abruptly.
"The third part of the game has begun. I installed a bomb in a bus. Once the speed of the bus exceeds 50 kilometers per hour, the bomb will activate. When the speed of the bus drops below 50 kilometers per hour, the bomb will explode. Can you
It depends on your luck to save those people..."
The phone was hung up again, Owen's face was solemn, and so was everyone at Omega.
"You all heard me, Becky, find me that bus..."
With the emergence of a new round of crisis, ctu, which had just calmed down, became busy again.
Not far away, Owen was talking to Tony on the phone.
"I think the bus bomb may be real, but it is definitely not his purpose. This is inconsistent with the Syndicate's usual style. This time they triggered a series of explosions in New York with such a high profile, they must have other purposes..."
Owen expressed his opinion, and Tony was also a little stunned, and was almost disturbed by the series of operations of the Syndicate.
But what was the real purpose of the other party? Tony felt a little confused. The syndicate's series of explosions may have been a cover-up, but they were real explosions, and they couldn't help but ignore them.
What is the other party’s purpose?
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Britain, MI6
The phone rang, and after Mrs. M picked it up, the voice of the secretary outside came: "Madam, Bond is here."
"Let him in."
The antique bronze door lock turned, the door was pushed open, and the figure of James Bond appeared at the door.
"coffee?"
"No, I want to drink some brandy today."
James Bond didn't wait for Mrs. M's answer. He walked to the wine cabinet in a familiar manner, took out his own special wine glass and poured himself some brandy.
"Why did you call me here?"
Bond drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and looked at Mrs. M.
"How are things going with Deckard Shaw?"
"No progress."
Bond shrugged, not showing any embarrassment at all.
Mrs. M threw a document in front of Bond: "I just got the news that Solomon Lane created a series of terrorist attacks in New York. You know his relationship with Xiao. I suspect that he was also involved this time..."
"Okay, I'll go to New York and ask someone to book a flight for me."