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Chapter 1239 "Arnold", but not the Terminator

Bracken is dead. A high-ranking senator in Congress died in such a miserable way at the hands of his own collaborator.

Frank, who was standing next to him, didn't even blink, and kept looking at the gun pointed at him by Denning with a smile.

"I have always found it difficult to understand how a 'good man' like you, who has great abilities but no foresight, can sacrifice everything and even your life for the sake of 'serving your country'."

Danning put down the gun, turned around and looked at Cassel, who was pointed at his head by Cynthia, with a smug expression, "But I like dealing with people like you, because you are so easy to deal with, and I can always fool you."

"Let my son go." Frank said coldly.

"One life for another." Denning walked up to Cassel, put a hand on his shoulder, and suddenly pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that you have no bargaining chips now, so how about exchanging your life for his life?"

Frank threw away the pistol readily, "As you wish."

Danning laughed so hard that he fell backwards, as if he was sure of victory. He was too lazy to pretend and directly gave orders to Cooper over Cynthia, "Cooper, cuff him."

However, Cooper, with an unhappy look on his face, stood there without moving.

"Okay, here's the deal." Denning wasn't surprised. "Frank Moses killed Councilman Bracken, you kill him and his son, and then you get promoted to Cynthia's current position. She'll be promoted soon, too. How about that?"

Seeing Cooper standing there motionless, Cynthia also spoke up, "Cooper, I admit that I deceived you before, but no matter what choice you make, it's a foregone conclusion."

"Really? So you admit that you deceived me, but what about before? Why don't you tell me how many dirty words you used me to do before, or how many enemies you used the CIA to eliminate for Alexander Denning?"

"Cooper!" Cynthia interrupted Cooper loudly, "Have you forgotten that I was the one who recruited you from the Navy SEALs into the CIA? Think about your family. Do you still want to be a good person now?"

"Fuck you, Cynthia." Cooper cursed and looked at Frank, "What are you waiting for?"

This sentence made Danning, Cynthia, and the people they brought with them alert, but before they could react, sudden gunshots rang out.

Cynthia's right hand, which was pointed at Cassel with a gun, was broken at the elbow by the .107 bullet from the Barrett M1A50. Blood sprayed all over the writer's face. Cooper raised his hand and shot her twice more, sending her to hell.

Suddenly, bullets seemed to be flying from all directions. The machine gunners standing behind the two pickup trucks and several bodyguards behind Denning were shot almost at the same time.

It took only two or three seconds from the gunshot to the restoration of silence in the factory. Before the old man Danning could even react to what had happened, he was horrified to find that he was now alone.

There were corpses lying all around him, and a big bald man was walking towards him quickly.

"Stop! I..." The rest of his words were shattered in his throat along with his Adam's apple cartilage by Frank's palm knife.

Cassel stared at the scene with wide eyes in disbelief. Frank walked up to Cynthia's body, took the key to help him open the handcuffs, and then gave his son a tight hug.

A GMC Yukon that was exactly the same as the one Cooper drove slowly into the factory. Michael Weston calmly adjusted his suit as he got out of the car.

Cooper, who recognized him at a glance, couldn't help but have his pupils shrink suddenly, but soon a relieved expression appeared on his face.

Footsteps were heard on the rusty iron ladders on both sides of the factory building. Jack, with Anna and Victoria followed by Ivan, walked down from the high platforms on both sides. Marvin also emerged from a pile of debris at the back, carrying an AK-47 that looked quite old.

The sound of hurried footsteps came closer and closer, and Beckett trotted into Cassel's arms and hugged him tightly.

This scene made Jack want to take out his cell phone to take a picture, so that Hannah and Jiejie could see the vulnerable side of their best friend.

Seeing Cooper looking at him strangely, Jack threw the Barrett he was holding to him. The heavy sniper rifle made the CIA man retreat two steps.

"Thanks, buddy. I'll leave the aftermath here to you and Michael. I'm sure you can handle it easily." Jack laughed.

"Of course no problem." Michael Weston winked at Cooper. "I heard you want to fight with Jack again?"

"No, I changed my mind." Cooper glared at the guy fiercely, "I want to change my opponent to you."

The sound of a gunshot startled everyone. They turned around to look at Marvin who fired the shot and found that he had shot Denning in the head with an AK-47.

Frank frowned speechlessly, "Will this make you feel better?"

"What I hate most is that part in movies where the bad guys always come back to life and appear in the sequel." Marvin looked aggrieved.

Jack gave him a thumbs up, indicating that the crazy old man did a great job this time.

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The sudden death of a senator is a serious event at any time, unless he dies of a sudden heart attack, in which case it becomes a feast for the sharing of power.

At least according to the consistent report released by the Donald Trump media, MP Bracken did pass away peacefully in his sleep last night.

Jack read the newspaper from side to side, and he always felt that the tone of the report was familiar to him.

Normally, a federal senator at the top of power would be in absolute control in any power-for-money transaction, but Bracken doesn't seem to be that way.

The specific details of the massacre that took place in Guatemala twenty or thirty years ago are no longer known as all the parties involved have died, but it is obvious that after that, Bracken became a puppet controlled by Denning.

Normally this situation would reverse as the politician gained power, but Bracken and Denning seemed to be an exception.

This can be seen from the fact that Bracken secretly arranged gunmen outside Denning's residence. It's not that he doesn't want to get rid of the other party, but it's obvious that there are not many ways.

In fact, judging from their demonstrated IQ, Jack felt that this pair was quite compatible, and could be described as a pair of "Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick".

Fortunately, Bracken is currently just a vice presidential candidate who has not been officially nominated. Although sometimes even the president can be a puppet in diapers, there is a difference between puppets.

In the final analysis, Denning is just one of the many arms dealers in this country, and he is not even as good as the white gloves who make money for the upper class.

If such a person could rely on "luck" and a puppet to become a player at the poker table, it would make those big guys feel very embarrassed.

Therefore, for the Donald Trump Party, Bracken's death is equivalent to helping them clear a time bomb in advance, which is much better than creating an unmanageable mess after the general election.

For the CIA, successfully eliminating an internal traitor (Cynthia) is also a cause for celebration. The key point is that she died at the hands of CIA's own people, and not by other departments, such as the FBI.

After returning to Los Angeles with a group of people, Jack was symbolically suspended for two weeks by his female boss as a warning for acting on his own.

Although the big boss behind Michael Weston personally stepped in and thoroughly screened the National Covert Services (NCS) under the Directorate of Operations (DO), the forces within the CIA are still intertwined.

Some people expressed some dissatisfaction with the FBI's involvement in their family's unspeakable scandal. Although it was just a little noise, Jack was still protected by Dana Moger.

Fortunately, this kind of noise soon disappeared with the arrival of Independence Day, because on July 7th, an 4-year-old man named Donald personally presented Jack with the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

By the way, he touched the first daughter's hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Jack obtained a temporary BUFF of indestructible golden body. Although the medal is only a symbolic honor, sometimes it is precisely the symbolism that is important.

After attending the White House dinner which was quite boring for Jack, he drove to the Mayfair Hotel in Washington and met Zoe and Maureen who were waiting there in the bar on the first floor of the hotel.

They prepared a bottle of "Perrier-Jouet Belle Époque" champagne to celebrate. Although it was a bit inconsistent with the jazz atmosphere on the scene, the two beautiful ladies in high positions obviously didn't care about it.

Champagne is a sparkling wine that is usually used for celebratory occasions. It is not the type of wine suitable for tasting and collection.

However, the bottle of "Perrier-Jouet Belle Époque" is very beautifully made, with white anemones and golden rose vines, just like the two ladies sitting opposite Jack, graceful and elegant with a mature temperament.

Just as Maureen bit her lip and smiled as she said that she had prepared a bottle of 07 vintage, highly collectible "Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon" in the upstairs suite, and asked Jack if he was interested in tasting it later, the ambiguous atmosphere was broken by the sudden sound of a motorcycle engine.

For a moment, even Jack thought he had heard it wrong. After all, they were in a bar inside a high-end hotel, and no matter how poor the sound insulation was, it was impossible for this level of noise to occur.

Then the engine noise grew louder, and before most people in the bar could react, a light motorcycle whizzed through the band.

For a moment, almost all the instruments, including the drum set, stopped playing, and the band members looked at the motorcycle in surprise as it quickly drove into the passage at the other end.

Only the saxophonist remained calm, rolled his eyes and continued playing, and then the next second he got a stitch in the side.

"Make way! Make way!" Another figure rushed through the band at lightning speed, but this time the "vehicle" was too large and directly knocked over the drum set.

Amid the distorted sound of the saxophone, the drum set fell to the ground with a clang, leaving only the sound of horse hooves.

Jack rubbed his eyes subconsciously and pinched his thigh hard, still unable to believe what he had just seen.

The "Terminator" rides a tall horse and chases a motorcycle through the hotel?

I'm going to die. Could it be that those science fiction movies from my past life have finally integrated into this world? Is Skynet finally going to destroy the world?

Jack calmed himself down and recalled the glimpse he had just caught. The motorcyclist who was being chased by the guy with the face of 'Arnold' was a bald man with black hair and a Middle Eastern face.

It wasn’t “Connor”, ​​he couldn’t help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was just “True Lies”.

Jack was a little confused afterwards. Although he could hardly remember the plot of the movie because it was so old, he still remembered that a nuclear bomb exploded at the end.

So they've finally gotten tired of bomb attacks and biological weapons and are starting to use the ultimate killer weapon, right?

"Jack?" Zoe subconsciously stood up from the sofa. Although she was now a senator, her years of police experience still made her realize that something was wrong. She reached for the self-defense pistol in her handbag.

"Just stay with Maureen. I'll go out and check the situation."

Even after hearing what he said, the two beauties still followed Jack in their high heels.

The hotel was surrounded by several unmarked GMC Yukons, and a group of plainclothes guys with pistols surrounded the shopping street below the hotel.

"Federal agents, get down! Get down and don't move!"

Amid the warning, Jack quickly displayed his police badge and loudly stated his identity, "FBI!"

A fat middle-aged white man with a sausage mouth was running out of breath. When he saw Jack, he waved at him and said, "We are one of us. My partner and I are arresting a terrorist."

When he ran to Jack's side, he lowered his voice and whispered his identity, "We are the CIA."

It seemed that he and the CIA were doomed to be together. Jack suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and protected Zoe and Maureen who followed closely behind him.

There is a musical fountain in the middle of the hotel's shopping street. At this time, there were tourists who were preparing to check in to the hotel and were taking pictures of the fountain with their mobile phones. Before these people could react, the sound of motorcycle engines came closer again.

It seemed that the motorcyclist who escaped into the hotel was forced out again by "Arnold" on horseback. Amid screams, a fire door of the emergency passage was violently slammed open.

"Bang!" Amid the noise, Jack fired a warning shot. The sound of the gun drowned out the screams, and the smart people fell to the ground one after another.

The motorcycle panicked and circled around the musical fountain. After knocking over a bunch of luggage carts, the driver saw a group of agents rushing towards him, yelling.

The bald man from the Middle East was still driving his motorcycle and rushed directly into the elevator room next to him. Just then, an elevator door slowly opened, and he stepped on the accelerator and rushed in.

A beautiful black woman in a dress was about to walk out of the elevator when she was grabbed by the hair and dragged back into the elevator.

This sightseeing elevator had transparent glass on the outside. The bald man pressed the black beauty against the outward-facing glass to block the guns pointed at him.

Jack was a little hesitant about whether to show off his pistol shooting skills again, but he didn't know how thick the elevator's outer glass was and whether it would cause the bullet to deflect.

Just then, a splashing sound was heard, and a tall horse from the Mounted Police came roaring over, leaping into the fountain and splashing water on Jack's face.

"Wow, so handsome." Maureen, who was hiding behind him, exclaimed.

Jack wiped his face in dissatisfaction, and was very dissatisfied with his mentor's behavior of praising other men in front of him.

But I have to admit that this scene is really handsome, especially when "Arnold" on the horse's shirt was torn in half, revealing his muscular body underneath.