I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 885: Burning

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The night is entwined with Los Angeles, and the bright neon dots this bustling city into a city that never sleeps.

The cool sea breeze brushed the streets, dissipating the accumulated heat during the day. The crowds on the street corners and streets were not reduced, and the haze of the lights spread the outline.

This is the economic and cultural center of North America ’s west coast. The centuries of peace have accumulated unimaginable wealth here. Even if there has been a little twist and turns recently, people ’s faces are not covered with a dark cloud .

Whether they belong to any ethnic group, people are proud of the city from the heart and believe that tomorrow will be better.

Late night also belongs to Venice Avenue.

Due to the recent attacks, the defense around the embassy of the new country has been adjusted. After asking for instructions from the White House, the FBI assigned some agents to assist the Los Angeles police in investigating the terrorist attacks in the travel team, and the assigned agents were replaced by the CIA.

In a black coat, Brad leaned against the door of the car. Because these days the target has been staying in the embassy, ​​as Lawrence's effective staff, he temporarily took over the embassy defense work.

Looking at the lights in the embassy, ​​Brad couldn't help feeling a little bored.

Even if you are an arrogant terrorist, it is impossible for you to have that strength and courage to collide with the new country ’s embassy jointly guarded by the FBI and CIA. Support helicopters are always on standby at the apron of the FBI branch, and FBI sniper squads are deployed not far away. It is no exaggeration to say that the security level here is second only to three places.

The Pentagon, the White House, and Congress.

Like the door god, the CIA agent standing opposite him handed out the cigarette and grinned.

"Do you smoke?"

"Thank you."

Brad took the cigarette in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit the cigarette. The CIA agent who handed him cigarettes couldn't wait to borrow a lighter, ordered one for himself, and spit out a smoke ring.

"My name is Evan Keynes, how about you?"

"Brad Wayne."

"How many missions?" Keynes asked.

"I don't remember." Brad shook his head.

Keynes's face appeared a little surprised, and then an interesting expression appeared.

"Don't remember? Schette, you must be an old man, have you been to Iraq?"

"No, my work is mainly in the country." Brad shook his head.

He already began to feel that the person in front of him was babbling. However, this Mr. Keynes did not realize it at all. Instead of stopping the conversation, he talked about his service career in Iraq vividly.

"I've been there, it's terrible, it's full of sand, camels, and bombs ..."

Brad listened to the unceasing voice of his colleagues, Brad frowned slightly.

It does n’t matter if you smoke, but it ’s not good to chat while on duty. Anyone with a little experience knows that chatting can distract you and weaken your reaction to emergencies. Although I don't think anything will happen, attitude is a critical issue.

Brad can now conclude that eight out of nine agents are newcomers. The reason for the withdrawal from the front line was that 80% of the talk was so serious that it affected the mission.

Browsing his gaze to the opposite street, Brad ignored him selectively.

Why would you shoot a newcomer here? What did the CIA idiots think!

On the corner across the street, a truck with Hollywood posters slowly stopped on the side of the road. There seemed to be something wrong with the car. The owner pushed the door to get out of the car, looked around the tires for a few laps, took out the phone and seemed to call the repairer, and then walked to the next store.

Just as Brad tried to see what movie was being promoted on the poster, a similar truck also appeared on the other side of the highway, and it slowly drove over as the traffic flowed to this side.

At this moment, Brad frowned slightly, and an unspeakable sense of disobedience flooded his mind.

Almost subconsciously, he reached out and took off the intercom on his shoulder.

"Jamie, the truck that is twenty meters to your left, you go up and check it."

"Understanding."

A plainclothes agent standing next to the car not far away walked towards the truck parked on the roadside, first glanced at the driver ’s seat, and then walked over to the cargo box behind the truck. However, at this moment, the truck passing by the road in front of the embassy suddenly stopped at the center of the road.

"That car is a bit wrong." Keynes looked at the center of the road and said what Brad thought.

However, before everyone could react, the truck in the middle of the road suddenly burst into flames behind the cargo box.

"Boom-!!!"

A ball of crimson fireballs suddenly wrapped up the entire truck. The shock wave even overturned the car that was trailing behind, shattering the windows of all vehicles within ten meters, and the glass windows of the store. Lawrence buried his head violently, and the flying debris swept over his head almost at the same time.

However, Keynes, who was standing next to him, was not so lucky. A pool of blood had spread on the iron gate behind him, and pieces of aluminum alloy brutally penetrated his neck and chest.

The explosion happened quite suddenly.

The cars fleeing ran into each other and the traffic first fell into chaos. People on the street screamed and fled, while the bravery ran and pulled out their mobile phones to alarm. The car's anti-theft alarm bells rendered chaos on the street ...

Although the entrance of the embassy is ten meters away from the highway, this distance is nothing to the bomb! Brad pulled out the pistol in his arms for the first time and pointed at the burning debris and the chaotic crowd.

In a flash, Brad has sorted out the attacker's thoughts.

The first attack just created chaos!

The real attack is the second wave!

"Damn, are they crazy?!"

Brad looked grimacing, his teeth clenched, staring violently at the escaping crowd, guarding against possible attackers, and reaching for his shoulders at the same time, feeding back the situation here to the FBI Los Angeles branch.

"Terrorist and terrorist attacks occur at the entrance of the new country's embassy! Repeat, terrorist and terrorist attacks occur at the entrance of the new country's embassy ..."

The fire truck had already felt that the fireman was wearing a respirator and rushed towards the burning debris in the middle of the road with the jar on his back. However, at this moment, Brad found that Jamie, who was investigating the roadside truck parked not far away, had fallen into the pool of blood ...

The door of the truck has long been opened, and a team of soldiers armed with black dragon scales to their teeth, carrying an assault rifle, jumped on the road.

Without any identification, they were loaded neatly and uniformly, spreading out to the surrounding bunkers like a professional army, and the muzzle in their hands was already pointed far away.

Brad ’s pupils contracted sharply.

No matter who they are, one thing is for sure, they are definitely not SWATs who come to support! (To be continued.)