While Mrs. M was talking to James Bond, Solomon Lane also received a somewhat unexpected phone call.
Seeing a series of garbled characters on the caller ID, Ryan pressed the connect button.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the familiar voice on the phone, even though the other party's tone sounded angry, Ryan still had a smile on his face.
"Xiao, you know everything..."
"Nonsense, it's all over the news. Ryan, do you know what you are doing? Do you know that you are committing suicide?"
"No, Xiao, you know my ideal..."
"Ideal, you want to start that bullshit syndicate. I can't persuade you, forget it, but you promised me to keep a low profile. You did this before, but look at it now, your financial situation in the United States
By doing this, you are slapping the United States in the face in front of the whole world. What do you think they will do? If I can find you, others can also find you. You don’t think that the Syndicate can fight against the whole world, do you?
Look at what happened to Ben..."
"But Xiao..."
"Shut up……"
Ryan wanted to explain, but was immediately interrupted.
"No matter what you are going to do, stop it immediately and leave the United States as quickly as possible..."
Xiao said in a serious tone.
"No, I'm about to succeed, I can't stop..."
"I said stop right now."
"Sorry, brother, I can't do it."
The phone was hung up, there was a quarrel, and the two finally broke up.
Somewhere, Xiao Qi smashed his cell phone. Although he was angry, he had to think about how to clean up the mess for Ryan.
Although the two have different names, Ryan is his real half-brother. For this younger brother who always wants to cause trouble, all Ryan can do is constantly clean up his messes.
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New York
In the sky, Owen and Tony were sitting in a helicopter searching for possible buses. On the ground, Omega's car followed closely, and CTU's agents were scattered everywhere.
"Yes, I'm sorry for causing the current situation. Yes, there is a third wave of attacks and they are being investigated..."
In the helicopter, Tony hung up the president's call with a look of displeasure. Wall Street was bombed, reminding people once again of the time when the Twin Towers were bombed. The stock index plummeted, and the President of the United States had to give a speech in an attempt to save people.
Confidence, and he must get assurance from the person in charge of ctu before speaking.
Tony was scolded by President Jonathan for a long time and felt unhappy. He could only keep urging the intelligence analysis department to find the target vehicle as soon as possible.
In the CTU work area, the intelligence analysis department is busy working nervously. Sha Baitian is a little exhausted. She doesn’t know if what Ryan said is true. Even if it is true, there are so many buses in New York. No one knows where the target vehicle is at this time.
It's not like the bomb has been activated.
It’s really like finding a needle in a haystack!
Everyone is waiting for Sha Baitian to create another miracle, but miracles are so easy to create.
Without her instructions at all, someone had already done it again according to her previous operation, but this time there were a lot of results, hundreds of them, so the method of checking the phone number didn't work this time.
With so many people, it is impossible to investigate them all. Not to mention the problem of manpower, there is not enough time.
Now everyone is dumbfounded, what should we do?
Everyone didn't know what to do. Only Sha Baitian was still in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard with her fingers flying.
"Check all the buses in New York, the license plates or numbers contain 51, quick..."
Silly Baitian's order was issued, and the entire intelligence analysis department immediately came to life. All kinds of information were queried, summarized, and summarized.
Although I don’t understand why I did this, Shabaitian has proven her strength and no one will ask why.
"We found them. There are two in total. One has a number plate including 51, and the other is the No. 7 bus number 51..."
"Contact the traffic management office immediately. I want to know their specific locations."
Shabaitian gave new instructions, ctu started operating efficiently, and at the same time, the information was quickly fed back.
"The bus with the last number 51 is out of order and did not leave at all today. The No. 7 bus No. 51 is at the corner of Levin Street..."
After hearing the report from her subordinates, Shabaitian immediately told the other people in TU the information. She felt that the bomb was most likely in that car.
After hearing the contents of the communication, Tony waved his hand and the helicopter flew in the direction of Sister Levin. On the ground, Omega also turned.
At the same time, in the headset, Sha Baitian finally explained the screening process: "The first bomb was at Police Station 51, and the second bomb was in Car 51 of Metro Line 3, so I guess that the other party
There should be some special attachment to the number 51. The third bomb must be related to 51. Currently, there is only one bus that is related to 51..."
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Levin Street
When the black driver of bus No. 51 saw the last passenger boarding the bus, he closed the door and the bus began to speed up.
Sarah Fisher stood at the door a little embarrassed, constantly rummaging in her bag. She clearly remembered that her ticket was in her bag, but she couldn't find it at this time.
The black driver seemed to be driving while looking ahead, but the glances he gave from time to time made Sarah Fisher feel embarrassed.
"I swear to God I have a ticket, just give me a little more time..."
Sarah Fisher's face was a little flushed, and he could feel the contemptuous looks of other people in the car. These guys must have regarded her as a fare evader.
Sarah was even more embarrassed and rummaged faster, but coincidentally, the driver's phone rang at this time.
The black driver had no concept of dangerous driving and answered the call directly. Sarah listened to the content because of the severe sound leakage of the inferior mobile phone.
"Gray, what's your current speed?"
The voice of dispatcher Reeves came over the phone. The black driver was confused when he heard this question, but he still glanced at the speedometer subconsciously and replied: "52, what's wrong?"
"Gray, listen to me, I am an agent of TU, please keep the speed above 50 per hour..."
The voice on the phone suddenly changed to a strange male voice, as if someone had snatched the phone.
"Who are you?"
Gray subconsciously relaxed the accelerator pedal.
"I heard from me, Gray, that you must ensure that the speed is above 50 kilometers per hour. A bomb is installed on the bus you are on. It will explode once the speed drops below 50 kilometers per hour. This is not a joke..."
The man on the other side of the phone shouted urgently, but Gray on the other end was a little panicked.
Bomb? Oh my god, bomb...
When the black driver heard this word, he suddenly felt that all his strength was drained from his body. He slumped on the seat, and the speedometer was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just before the pointer reached the 50 mark, a foot stepped on the black driver's foot, the accelerator was pressed deeply, and the bus accelerated again.