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Although he had made many contingency plans before, even he could not immediately confirm his location at this moment. There was a suffocating tension in the air, as if every second was being infinitely stretched.

The sound of sirens in the distance came one after another, as if they were very close, yet so far away. In the sky, the sound of helicopter propellers roared and echoed, like an invisible giant hand pressing on their heads.

However, these sounds did not give them any sense of security, because in this deserted alley, a series of footsteps suddenly rang out.

The three looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a bald old man standing not far behind them. His remaining white hair was barely tied into a ponytail at the back of his head, and he was wearing the attire of a hotel waiter.

But what really frightened them was not only that the old man looked a little crazy, but the bomb vest hanging on his chest.

Densely packed detonators were connected in series, with a children's wall clock printed with cartoon patterns in the middle. However, what terrified the security chief the most was the loose-type detonator pinched on the old man's head.

"Don't move!" The bodyguard following them was also a big bald man. He subconsciously raised his pistol and shouted, but there was a hint of trembling in his voice.

The bald bodyguard's finger was on the trigger, but he didn't dare to shoot. It was obvious that he knew very well that once the old man let go, no one would be left alive at the scene.

The panting congressman was already frightened and even wondered if he was hallucinating.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered to himself, the cold sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks.

"Ah!" Marvin let out a strange cry and completely ignored the two trembling guns pointed at him. He ran towards the three people. The crisp footsteps echoed in the deserted alley, like chasing souls and demanding revenge.

"Run!" This time there was no need for the security chief to urge him. Bracken turned around and ran away. Cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead. The weird old man's shouting seemed to always linger in his ears, causing the congressman, who had always lived a life of luxury, to run wildly.

It is "fortunate" that at this critical moment, another black Lincoln limousine arrived in time and stopped at the intersection ahead after a brief emergency brake.

"Get in the car!" Without having time to think about where this third Lincoln limousine came from, the security chief rushed forward, opened the door, and pushed Bracken, who was already out of breath after running only forty or fifty meters, in.

"Drive! Drive quickly!" Bracken shouted in panic. The Lincoln accelerated and turned a corner, getting rid of the deadly human bomb.

Of course they didn't know that after watching the red taillights disappear, Marvin stopped, whistled, and turned away.

In the car, Bracken, the security director and the bald bodyguard looked at each other, and they all saw the luck of escaping death on each other's faces.

However, accidents seemed to never end. The car window made a "bang" sound, scaring all three people in the car.

"Stop! Stop now!" Cooper, who appeared out of nowhere, caught up with the Lincoln, which had not yet accelerated, and banged on the car windows desperately.

The security chief recognized the CIA immediately. As he was hesitating, he heard Bracken's scream, "Ignore him, don't stop the car, go!"

The Lincoln slowly accelerated and soon left the Cooper behind.

It seemed really safe this time, and the congressman seemed to have finally regained some sanity. He moved his butt uneasily, and his wet pants stuck to the leather seat and felt cold, making him very uncomfortable.

"You must find out what happened today!" Anger is the best way to cover up cowardice. After venting, Bracken collapsed in his seat like a deflated ball.

The security director shrugged his nose, not daring to look down, and instead looked out the car window.

The hotel entrance was already surrounded by CPD police cars and fire trucks summoned by the fire alarm. Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, the Lincoln made a sharp turn and used the extended body to drift flexibly from the gap in the middle isolation strip to the opposite lane.

Cooper, who had been planning to give up, seemed to see hope again. He put his pistol back into the holster on his waist, ran a few steps, jumped up, stepped on the guardrail and landed on the roof of a car that had slowed down to watch the fun. Then he made another leap and landed on the roof of a Lincoln that had turned around.

The security chief who knew his identity was now a little confused as to whether he was a friend or an enemy, so he took out his pistol again and aimed it at a CIA agent who was slowly sliding down towards the rear window.

Cooper struggled to hold onto the side frames of the car. His face was deformed as it pressed against the rear window. He was still shouting, "Pull over! Pull over!"

The security chief hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not dare to shoot. He turned to the driver and shouted, "Throw him off!"

Before he finished speaking, the Lincoln car just arrived at an intersection. Amid the squeaking sound of tires grinding, the extended body of the car did another beautiful drift, and Cooper, who was already unable to hold on, flew out.

"The VIP is out of danger." The security chief finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the intercom to report.

However, at this moment, the Lincoln car suddenly braked again, and then a rubber bullet shattered the small partition window between the cab and the back seat, knocking the bald bodyguard unconscious.

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Because of the sudden brakes, the two people who were not wearing seat belts just lost their balance. The security director just raised his head after leaning forward when he was hit in the chest by an electric shock bomb. After a convulsion, he fell into shock.

"What's going on?" The Brecon people were completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

Frank picked up the second stun gun, pointed it at him and pulled the trigger. The stun bullet connected to the copper wire pierced the flesh on the congressman's chest. After being modified, the powerful current far exceeded that of ordinary police stun guns and knocked him out instantly.

A few minutes later, the Lincoln started again, leaving only the bodyguard and security director who were soundly asleep.

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At the entrance of the Fairmont Hotel, Cooper limped back with his suit sleeves torn and looking disheveled and dejected.

"There's no need to go to such lengths, right? Agent Cooper?"

Hearing the familiar voice, the CIA agent looked up in surprise and found that Jack, wearing a bulletproof vest with the FBI logo printed on it, blocked his way with a smile.

He was startled and quickly looked towards the hotel entrance. Seeing that Cassel was still under the control of his two companions, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get out of here!" Although he knew he was just acting, after seeing Jack's handsome face, he still couldn't help but feel angry rising in his heart.