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Chapter 1240 "Omega" Team

Watching "Arnold" riding his horse towards the sightseeing elevator on the other side, Jack hurriedly followed.

Although he was a little unhappy about being interrupted on his date with his two queen sisters, this was not the time to think about this.

He couldn't remember where the nuclear bomb exploded, but it should have been in the United States. Although he did build an underground shelter at home, it would be better not to integrate nuclear war wasteland dramas like "Fallout" into this world.

The cheat code does give a bunch of vehicle driving skills, but Jack is very sure that it does not include bipedal vehicles such as power mechas.

There are three sightseeing elevators in total, distributed in an inverted triangle around the musical fountain on this shopping street. Jack finally waited for the third elevator to open its door, while the other two had already risen almost halfway, one after the other.

The hotel has more than 30 floors in total, which is not low, but even with the slow sightseeing elevator, it only takes a few minutes to get from the first floor to the top floor.

"Hurry up and find another elevator to help Harry!" Among the group of CIA agents who came downstairs to support, the middle-aged white fat man with thick lips jumped on the spot in a hurry.

"Your partner will be fine." Zoe stepped in front of him and showed her ID. "I'm Senator Zoe Anderson. Would you like to talk to me about what happened here?"

"Uh, Congresswoman." The middle-aged fat man shrank his head, his expression a little aggrieved, "Do you think now is the time to discuss this kind of thing?"

Zoe looked up at the three elevators that were about to reach the top of the building, with a strange expression on her face. "I don't know your knight partner, but I know my friend's ability very well. So the most important thing you and your people should do now is to immediately evacuate the crowd of onlookers downstairs."

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"Leave! Everyone leave! Don't stand there!" A large group of tourists who looked up at the sky in panic were driven across the street by CIA agents waving pistols.

Two police cars from the Metropolitan Police Department (MPD) of the District of Columbia arrived in a hurry and managed to block traffic on both sides, and countless pieces of glass fell from the sky.

I saw a motorcycle smashing into the glass railing on the top floor of the hotel, just like the scene in the movie "E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial" where the bicycle escapes gravity, drawing a meteor-like trail in the night sky.

Jack was probably the person who saw the scene most clearly. The bald Middle Eastern man rode his motorcycle in circles on the top floor, accelerated for a circle, let out a scream mixed with fear, crashed through the glass guardrail, and leaped towards another building across the street.

The building across the street was only 12 stories high, but there was a swimming pool on the top. A large group of people were gathering around the pool having a party. This guy and his motorcycle fell headfirst into the swimming pool, but miraculously he was unharmed.

Could it be that this unidentified terrorist was a stuntman? Jack subconsciously wanted to press the first floor button again, but at this moment the elevator just reached the top of the building and the elevator door opened automatically.

Hearing a long horse neigh, Jack leaned out of the elevator and looked towards the rooftop. He saw "Arnold" controlling the horse to retreat to the farthest point from the broken guardrail, then shouted "Gee", and rushed out with the horse.

"No!" Jack's words were barely finished when the horse suddenly braked and stopped at the edge of the roof. The horseshoes kicked up sparks on the concrete floor and threw away the "bad guy" on its back who was trying to carry it to death.

"Oh no."

"Arnold" was thrown off the roof. His weight of more than 200 pounds brought huge inertia and almost dragged down the Belgian horse, which weighed seven or eight times more than him.

This thrilling scene caused the audience who were driven across the street downstairs to exclaim in surprise. Although they did not know what had happened, it did not prevent them from sweating in their palms along with "Arnold" whose life was hanging by a thread.

Throwing away the pistol and holding the reins with both hands, "Arnold" looked up and saw a huge horse head facing him. The long horse face seemed to have some kind of human expression, as if it was "laughing" at him.

"Please, stand back!"

Arnold tried to use his horse language skills to get the Metropolitan Police Department horse to pull him back.

However, the police horse, which was already kneeling on the ground, did not move at all, but just kept neighing.

Seeing the bridle tied to the reins creaking under the weight, Arnold couldn't help feeling despair.

"Are you okay?" At this time, a hand reached out from the roof, grabbed the leather reins, and then a handsome smiling face appeared.

Jack, who was lying on the edge of the roof, slowly and forcefully pulled up the reins, then grabbed "Arnold"'s arm, and in the other's surprised eyes, easily pulled him back to the roof.

"Thank God!" "Arnold" looked up and down at Jack, who was about the same height as him but "thin", and didn't understand where he got so much strength.

Looking back at the building opposite, he saw that the guy he wanted to arrest had climbed out of the swimming pool and disappeared into the party crowd without looking back. "Arnold" sighed helplessly and turned to look at the police horse who had stood up.

"What on earth were you thinking? I mean, the bad guy was right in front of you, and you just let him get away."

The police horse, which had been sweating all over from the chase, neighed in dissatisfaction, turned its head away and ignored the "bad guy" who almost killed it, and stretched out its tongue to lick the back of Jack's hand enthusiastically.

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"Are you really not interested in this case? It's a terrorist threat involving four nuclear bombs." On the soft big bed, Zoe was still clinging to Jack, while Maureen, who was beside them, was the first to fall down due to exhaustion and was now in a deep sleep.

Jack rubbed the congresswoman's smooth back dishonestly and shook his head. "I'm really not interested. I just offended the CIA and now I'm working for them. I'm afraid I'll be screwed later."

"But strictly speaking, they are also part of your FBI. Have you heard of the 'Omega' team?" Zoe whispered sweetly in his ear.

"I haven't heard of it. Didn't they introduce themselves as the CIA?" Jack asked puzzledly.

Zoe explained, "The 'Omega' team was created by President Reagan during the 'Star Wars Program'. It was originally a branch of the CIA, known as the 'last line of defense.'

Later, it became a model case of cooperation between the CIA and the FBI, which continues to this day. Their agents generally have dual identities. When performing missions abroad, they belong to the CIA, and when operating domestically, they belong to the FBI. "

Jack was puzzled. "Is there any difference between this and the CIA's usual practice? Doesn't the CIA often use the FBI's name when operating in China?"

Zoe slapped someone's claws away and said unhappily, "The difference is that the 'Omega' team is relatively independent, and their identities as agents are indeed recognized by the FBI, so they can act independently."