Of course, Abbasi Savoha couldn't be frightened by Xu Chuan's two words, although the current situation was different from what he had planned.
He took a deep breath, and then continued with a gloomy face, "Give Mahad to me and let me leave. I will let this girl go."
His eyes fell on Iman Zubeita, "Professor Mahad, I didn't expect that we would meet under such circumstances."
"You just need to tell me..."
Before he finished speaking, he was shocked to see Xu Chuan take out his pistol and shoot Iman Zubeita in the leg.
The woman's thigh was immediately pierced by a bullet, and then she fell to the ground holding her bleeding thigh and screamed in agony.
Xu Chuan glanced at Curtis, who was on guard at the side. The loser immediately understood and pointed the AKMS gun at Ms. Iman Zubeita.
"I count to three, you let the little girl go, or I'll have her beaten into a sieve."
Abbasi Savoha's mind was confused for a moment. He had no idea that this person would act so unreasonably.
But before he could react, Xu Chuan had already raised his hand and stretched out a finger and said, "1"
Then stretched out two fingers, "3"
Curtis was almost shaken. He immediately pulled the trigger and the bullet came out instantly.
Scott looked shocked and subconsciously reached out to stop him, let alone Abbasi Savoha who had been paying attention to Iman Zubeita.
The guy's attention was attracted by Curtis' shooting action, and his right hand holding the gun moved slightly.
Such an opportunity was immediately seized by Xu Chuan.
With the sound of a gunshot, the guy who was brave enough to threaten Xu Chuan was immediately punched with a hole in his forehead.
His expression was frozen in disbelief at the end.
Xu Chuan immediately took two steps forward, reached out and held Betty in his arms before the other person fell to the ground.
Then he raised his hand and fired two more shots, and kicked the PPK away from the opponent's hand.
Looking back, of course Iman Zubeita was not dead. Curtis's shot missed the opponent's head and flew over.
This time, Curtis understood the look in his boss's eyes, which was really not easy.
Xu Chuan patted Betty's back gently. This child was really well-behaved and could understand the situation at a young age.
But Iman Zubeita was a little unlucky, she was holding her thighs and crying.
"What did you do..."
"Am I saving you, okay, or do you really want to go with him?"
Xu Chuan walked over with the child in his arms and kicked the woman's thigh. The woman screamed again.
"It's okay. I used a measured shot and the bullet didn't hit the main artery."
The bullet only penetrated the opponent's thigh muscles and did not hit the bones or arteries. Xu Chuan was quite sure of this.
"Help her stop the bleeding."
Xu Chuan looked at Scott and said.
Then he turned around and looked at everyone else who was shocked by what had just happened, and shouted, "Stop looking, everyone go back to their positions and find a few people to take the body away."
Now, these survivors, including Mukesh Abani, have become much more honest.
Before he could finish speaking, everyone returned to the corner and sat down. Some people continued to reinforce bunkers and put out fires.
The hotel manager called for someone to drag the body to a place, and the carpet was marked with blood and brains that were dazzling but somewhat disgusting.
I left the reluctant Betty in the care of one of the women, and then walked up to the American exterior decorator, who was still lying on his face on the phone.
He kicked the opponent twice and said, "Okay, get up."
This David Nelson was lying down so much that he felt numb, but he really didn't dare to get up.
"How's it going? Where's your Leopard?"
David Nelson looked at a loss, "The Indian government has not yet approved their entry, and it is impossible for their plane to fly over so soon."
This is true, even if the C-17 flies in a straight line, it cannot reach India in two hours.
The man looked at Xu Chuan and frowned, almost jumped up, and immediately said tremblingly, "Sorry, sorry, I'll continue to contact them right away, but my phone is almost out of battery."
"Well, your attitude is not bad. You don't have to lie down this time."
Xu Chuan looked at the other people on the side, pointed at one of the women holding up a mobile phone and said, "Stop taking pictures, use your mobile phone to call him."
"This is mine..."
Before she could finish her words, a man beside her covered her mouth, then snatched the phone away and handed it to David Nelson.
"Use it whatever you want. If this one runs out of power, you can use mine."
This well-dressed Indian talked to David Nelson who was sweating profusely, but kept looking at Xu Chuan.
Young Master Xu was speechless. It made him seem like he was the kidnapper. Hey, this was obviously to save them.
By this time, Scott had helped Iman Zubetta stop the bleeding, and the woman's dark face turned pale.
It may be due to blood loss, and more likely it may be due to fear.
Seeing Xu Chuan approaching, the woman was sitting on the ground and kept moving to the side, as if she wanted to stay away from him in this way.
"Damn, are you sick?"
Xu Chuan directly stepped on one of the opponent's legs, "Your skirt is almost down to your neck, do you understand?"
"Let me go, I will tell you whatever you want to know."
Iman Zubeita lay on the ground crying and begging for mercy.
One is lying on the ground in disheveled clothes and crying, while the other is stepping on the other's legs with his arms akimbo. This scene can easily be misunderstood.
"My NM..."
Young Master Xu really wanted to make another hole in her other leg.
In the end, it was Scott who helped the person up and ended this little farce.
"Answer the question I asked before. How did you contact the intelligence agency? What was agreed upon? Where did you meet? How many people know your identity?"
Iman Zubetta leaned against the wall and sobbed, completely unaware that Xu Chuan's eyebrows were raised after waiting for half a minute.
"Boss, boss, she was scared."
Damien Scott quickly grabbed Xu Chuan, who had already lifted his feet.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Young Master Xu pointed at Betty who was already asleep on the other side, the meaning is self-explanatory.
"Boss, this can't be compared like this..."
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On the C-17 transport plane, CIA intelligence analyst Mandy Ellis has been paying attention to the news on social media.
After reading a certain post, she raised her head in confusion and thought, Abbasi Savoha is dead.
This guy caused a lot of trouble for the US military in Yemen in the past two years, and the Liberation Brotherhood he leads is also a considerable force in the local area.
And now he is dying in India?
The CIA may not even be able to tell how many Abbasi Savoha that Umbrella guy has killed in the past few years.
But what happened to that woman, Mahad?
This name must be a code name, but it is definitely not an unknown person who can make Abbasi Savoha go through so much trouble.
She immediately sent the information back to Langley and asked someone to check on this so-called Professor Mahad.
Blackburn, the commander of Team B, came over, along with temporary captain Adam Seaver.
"Mandy, what's the problem?"
"The situation on site may be more complicated than we first thought."
Mandy played the previous video, "This group not only carried out KB attacks, they also had other purposes."
Blackburn frowned. As an operator, what he dislikes the most is emergencies.
If the other party's purpose is really not pure, then there may be other back-up tactics, which will make all their previous plans in vain.
Moreover, the situation is so chaotic that it is really not a wise move for Team B to enter like this.
This action is a test for the current B team by the superiors, and it is also a test that he has won. There must be no mistakes.
Otherwise, Team B is likely to be disbanded and rebuilt.
"Our Mr. Nelson has made hundreds of calls to various departments. Has the Indian side not agreed to our entry into Mumbai?"
Mandy almost laughed when she thought of the scene in the previous video, but she still held back, "No, the trouble now is that if they agree to us entering Mumbai, then they have to agree to others."
"With the face-saving character of Indians, how could they agree to such a thing?"
This is really a headache.
"Even if you don't agree, at least let them control the news."
Adam Silver really doesn't understand the Indian operations. It has been so long, but he can still see videos of various attack locations online.
He didn't want to be broadcast live by the media when he led his team to rescue people.
This is a good thing, but now the whole world knows how incompetent Indians are, their face has been lost long ago, right?
"We are already putting pressure on each other."
The governments of various countries have long been dissatisfied with the Indians' performance in responding to the attack, and they are all putting pressure on each other. If India cannot handle this attack, these countries can send their own anti-terrorism troops.
Many of the people killed and injured were tourists from Europe and the United States, and because India has no news control, the Internet is full of high-definition videos and photos.
If the governments of these countries where people were attacked and died do not express their attitude, they will also be attacked by the opposition.
But how could the great Bharat really agree to let these countries help? It would be a small loss to die and a big loss to others.
They are also in chaos internally. The security minister of India's Zhongyangzhengfu plans to go to Mumbai with the Black Cat Special Forces.
However, due to changing clothes twice, Black Cat's departure time was once again delayed by an hour.
By the time he got dressed and arrived at the airport, it was already half past eight the next morning.
Of course, the attack in Mumbai did not end, and even gradually expanded due to the sacrifice of the anti-K commander-in-chief.
The Mumbai government issued a televised speech asking all people to stay at home and not go out.
Troops stationed nearby began to enter Mumbai, but these armies had no anti-terrorism training at all, so they couldn't just use tanks to lift the buildings.
Therefore, they can only maintain order in the urban area and block the main roads.
Fierce gunshots are still ringing out near the landmark buildings in the city center, and until now the media have not dared to move forward.
Because last night, a group of reporters who were filming were fired upon by two attackers who robbed a police car. Seven or eight were killed and injured in one encounter.
In this way, except for those who really intend to risk their lives to grab the news, no one dares to move forward.
The news belongs to the TV station, but your life is yours.
Fortunately, when the security minister arrived, the news control was finally started.
All media reports must be reviewed and no longer allowed to cover police actions in real time.
After that, the Black Cat Special Forces took over the overall anti-terrorism operation in Mumbai, and it seemed that the whole thing was on the right track.
Xu Chuan in the Taj Mahal Hotel actually thought the same way, because judging from a similar incident in his previous life, the number of these KB elements was too small.
The main reason why it caused so many casualties in Mumbai is that the Indian officials are such waste.
But after all, even if these people have been trained, they have only learned how to shoot and kill. When encountering these real anti-terrorist troops, even the black cats who are in frequent situations will not benefit.
As time goes by, it is just a matter of how quickly these people are wiped out.
However, this is not the previous life after all, and the equipment of these people is much better than those of Xu Chuan's previous life, and their plans are more thorough.
Shortly after the Indian Prime Minister's televised speech, the attackers who had carried out massacres elsewhere began to gather at the Taj Mahal Hotel.
This incident made the commander of the Black Cat Special Forces overjoyed. The other party took the initiative to come together, so they did not need to disperse their forces.
The new counter-exploitation headquarters is located at a police station not far from the Taj Mahal Hotel.
At present, the surrounding area has been occupied by many media.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The Minister of Security is also here, which shows that he attaches great importance to this KB attack.
As the most important figure in Mumbai at present, of course he will accept interviews from the media.
The security minister, who is very concerned about his appearance, rejected the new counter-terrorism commander's suggestion to be interviewed inside the police station.
He walked directly outside and stood in the middle of many reporters like a peacock...
Although this area has been strictly inspected by black cats, the strictness of Indians can only be said to be very wet.
No one noticed that a reporter wearing an ID placed a backpack on the ground only five or six meters away from the security minister, and then quickly walked out of the crowd.
"We have the best soldiers and can handle the crisis without the help of those Europeans and Americans."
"Believe me, it only takes ten, no, only five hours, we can bring these despicable attackers to justice..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the backpack exploded.
The power of the explosion was huge, causing horrific casualties in the dense crowd. The entire street was covered with broken limbs, and some people were left with only half of their bodies still alive. It was like hell.
Faced with this tragic situation, the police and the surviving Black Cat team members who were on guard outside immediately began to rescue, and even the surrounding residents also joined in.
Not long after, the ambulance drove over, and everyone immediately carried the seriously injured people into the car.
The ambulance driver looked at the crowd gathered around him, shouted a slogan calmly, and then pressed the detonator button.
A mushroom cloud rose up from the streets, and buildings throughout Mumbai seemed to shake twice. One can imagine the power of this car bomb.