The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Then, he stood up hurriedly, stared at something on the screen and asked: "Sir, is Gibran left-handed?"

"No, he's right-handed," the vice president said.

At this time, the screen cut to Long Zhan, showing a picture of the drone locking down from the sky and taking a picture of Long Zhan.

After adjustments by technicians, the picture of successful locking was enlarged.

"The president's trip must be monitored by drones or satellites throughout the trip, and Gibran knows this."

After Defense Secretary Ruth Macmillan finished explaining, she pointed to Long Zhan’s hand and said: “Look at his left hand, he is left-handed, he made a six sign.”

"That's an MI[-] gesture."

General Edward and the Minister of Defense knew a lot of secrets. They immediately understood Long Zhan's gestures and knew that Long Zhan was conveying the message to them.

Ray Monroe was very surprised when he heard it, and the Vice President was also very excited after hearing it.

"Find all the MI[-] strongholds in that area, quickly."

After Vice President Trundle finished the arrangements, he couldn't help but praise loudly: "Well done, Gibran."

At this moment, Vice President Trumbull finally showed a smile of relief on his face.

For so long, they have been unable to rescue them without getting any effective information about the president.

Being able to obtain such effective information now plays a vital role in the subsequent rescue of the president.

On the other side, Long Zhan and the President continued to escape in the station tunnel. They had already run a long way, and no one was following them.

Long Zhan was a little worried about the president's health and whether he could eat well at his old age.

So he stopped temporarily, turned to the president with concern and asked: "Mr. President, are you okay?"

"Needless to say, do you think my usual morning jogging is all in vain?"

By this time, the president had adjusted his mentality and was able to have fun with Long Zhan in danger. After speaking, he even raised his arm specifically to signal Long Zhan to squeeze it.

This scene is quite funny.

Long Zhan is a rare muscle monster. Even bodybuilders dare not show off their muscles in front of him. The president's actions are like using a machete in front of Guan Gong.

However, Long Zhan did not laugh at the president. After all, he is already 70 years old, and it is completely meaningless to compare with him.

He just said to the president: "Sit down for a while and take a deep breath."

They ran really far.

In this dark subway tunnel, the edges can no longer be seen from the front and back, and no sound can be heard, just like a forgotten world.

Long Zhan also took advantage of the time he had now to replace the rifle with a new magazine.

"How many people did you say died this time?" the president asked Long Zhan with great emotion.

"I don't know, there should be a lot."

Long Zhan also sat down, sitting next to the president.

"So many innocent people were born and died because of me." When the president said this, his heart was filled with self-blame.

The president was so painful under self-blame that he couldn't help but hold his head in his hands.

"No, it's not because of you, it's because of them. You are just one of their targets. Strictly speaking, you are also a victim."

Long Zhan comforted the president with a few words. Thinking that the terrorists were so crazy and put him in trouble, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

He couldn't help but curse: "These damn bastards, don't let me catch them."

"Dragon, you can't let them catch me."

The president heard something uncomfortable, stood up suddenly, looked into Long Zhan's eyes and said.

That's a determined look!

"I won't let them succeed, don't worry, as long as I'm still alive..."

"You let me finish."

Long Zhan also wanted to give the president confidence, but he was interrupted by the president before he finished speaking.

"In case, I say just in case, things get out of hand..."

The president's voice shook a little when he said this.

"Sir..." Long Zhan also interrupted the president.

"dragon……"

The president's voice overshadowed Long Zhan's voice again: "If that happens, I want you to kill me and do whatever it takes to kill me."

The president looked at Long Zhan with very firm eyes.

Then he added: "This is an order. I will never become a propaganda material for a public execution, so that my son and the American people can see this scene repeatedly online for the rest of their lives."

Long Zhan frowned after hearing this, and he was complaining in his heart.

If this is the case, it will be a big trouble.

Originally, I wanted to use this security operation to advertise my company and let the world know about the strength of Titan Company.

But if the president is not protected, the president may even be beheaded by terrorists.

Then the fun will be great. Such a global event will completely collapse the reputation and reputation of Titan Company overnight.

When the time comes, don't let the Titan Company break through into a major international enterprise in one fell swoop.

Even the current business may not be saved.

Whether it was for the company or for himself, Long Zhan would never let such a thing happen. Even if the president was beaten to death on the spot, it would be better than being seen through the global live broadcast.

Therefore, Long Zhan nodded seriously and agreed to the president's request: "If that moment comes, I will be decisive."

……

The time came to 6 pm.

As the situation has developed out of control, the President of the United States has not yet been retrieved, and Long Zhan has provided cryptic information.

Therefore, with the efforts of the US government, the British side finally got on the line.

With the agreement and coordination of the top leaders of both sides, the command center on the British side and the White House on the American side started a telephone and video conference.

The Director of the British Department of Homeland Security first said: "Mr. Vice President Trumbull, nice to meet you!"

"Mr. Director, we want to know what happened. Can you give me the answer?" Trumbull asked.

"I'm afraid there's no good news."

The director of the Security Bureau looked very ugly, but he still chose to escape completely and said: "Our Prime Minister James Wilson was assassinated.

Poison was detected in the anesthetic and the body of the attending doctor was found an hour earlier.

This is obviously a huge conspiracy. Western leaders will definitely attend the state funeral. This is the political purpose of the terrorists.

Everyone who attended the funeral was a target. Damn it, but we didn't notice and took the bait.

It is now confirmed that the five national leaders who have arrived have been attacked, and all have been confirmed to have been killed. "

"How is the subsequent rescue situation?" Vice President Trumbull asked.

"Terrorists killed 19 emergency workers and an additional 30 people are still missing," said British Home Secretary Rose Kent.

"They are pretending to be our people and our people are walking into their ambush," British Deputy Prime Minister Leighton Clarkson said.The Deputy Prime Minister said this very tactfully.

In fact, except for a few who are pretending to be terrorists, most of the terrorist police, troops, guards, etc. were bribed by terrorists to rebel.

Their identities are all true, but their faith ultimately did not defeat their desires.

"We are happy to help. We don't want London to become the second Fallujah, let alone our president. Our people can arrive in London in as little as three hours." General Charles hinted.

A country's military has special significance and must not easily enter the territory of other countries.

If the U.S. military enters London to help London fight terrorists, doesn't that mean the British military is useless?

For the United Kingdom, which is known as the originator of modern special forces, this is indeed a difficult thing to accept.

"The last thing we want to see is a president trapped in urban fighting. You must rescue our president." Vice President Trump said.

"Unless you can tell me how to distinguish good people from bad people, otherwise, we can only withdraw all rescue workers. We have already killed enough people, and we must not die more." said the British police chief. .

"I think you are right."

U.S. Vice President Trumbull interjected: “Remove all legitimate public servants, and the remaining police officers with guns will all be terrorists.

This is the fastest and easiest way to differentiate between real police and military. "

"If everyone is tested, doesn't that mean handing London over to terrorists? Let them take over? Don't I think that's a good idea?"

As the chief of staff of the British army, General Charles did not think this was a good idea.

"The sooner I resolve this matter, the more likely it is that I can prevent London from being completely enveloped in war." The British police chief suggested beside him.

"Then how do you issue instructions to our people?" the deputy director of the British Homeland Security Department asked.

"If you sound the air raid siren, everyone will know to stay in a safe place, and then send troops to clean up. If necessary, go door to door to check, and you will definitely be able to catch these bastards." said the London Police Commissioner.

This is indeed the best solution at present, and everyone agreed after listening to it.

At this time, time was running out to confirm the proposal made by the London Police Commissioner, and the implementation plan was quickly announced.

"Woo——————"

The air defense siren is sounding!
At this time when night was about to fall, the sound of air raid sirens seemed particularly permeable.

The entire city of London was shrouded in sirens, arousing ordinary citizens' safety awareness and vigilance against possible terrorists around them.

People walking on the street hid when they heard the siren, and some walking on the road quickly went home.

At this time.

Long Zhan took the president out of the subway tunnel and walked quickly through the streets.

The sirens rang above their heads, the streets were deserted, like a deserted ghost town, and they became the only survivors.

The two of them walked around a few more corners on the empty street and came to a relatively secluded place.

A friend's house that Long Zhan mentioned before is this place.

He found the house number skillfully, walked over and rang the doorbell.

"Jingle Bell."

The other party answered the phone: "Good evening!"

"Is aunt here?"

Long Zhan asked.

When the president heard Long Zhan's strangest question, he looked at Long Zhan doubtfully, but he didn't know that it was a secret code, a secret code to open this MI[-] stronghold.

"click~"

The code matched and the electronic door opened.

Long Zhan quickly pressed the door handle and opened it, inviting the president to go in together.

When Long Zhan and the President walked into the room, the people inside were still very alert. A man stood by the door with a gun, ready to shoot at any time.

There was an upright iron door blocking the two sides, and Long Zhan still had no way to walk in.

"Put the gun away, we are all friends." Long Zhan said.

Intelligence agencies around the world will deploy a large number of strongholds in other countries, which are called safe houses in more professional terms.

This house is an MI[-] safe house, and the people in the house are MI[-] agents.

There is no need to know each other, as long as you can match the special code, you can get help in the safe house and gain temporary safety.

The person in the room saw Long Zhan and the President and could tell them apart at a glance.

He frowned and said, "You can't be that person, can you?"

"Yes, you were right." Long Zhan pouted, meaning that you got the answer right.

The President of the United States who was being hunted was a big target. The MI[-] agents did not dare to be careless and immediately unlocked the iron door between them.

Let Long Zhan and the President come in.

"Thank you!" Long Zhan said.

Long Zhan and the president passed through the outer door and walked all the way to the innermost part.

Opposite them appeared a woman who was wearing very ordinary clothes, but had a very delicate appearance, very tasteful, and a very cold temperament.

He held his arms and said to them: "It's really nice to see these two handsome guys coming on such a beautiful night."

"Long time no see, Jesse."

Long Zhanshi knew this Jesse, and they had worked together in Afghanistan.

"No, no, no, it's not long enough. It's less than five years, right." Jesse teased, with a hint of ambiguity in his eyes.

With Long Zhan's character, he never behaves like Liu Xiahui, and there is a woman in her 30s in front of her, who looks as alluring as a ripe peach.

During that period five years ago, there were indispensable stories between the two.

Long Zhan saw the complaint in Jesse's eyes and deliberately pretended not to see it. Only the president behind said: "This is Mr. President."

"Mr. President, hello."

Jesse returned to normal and reached out.

Long Zhan helped introduce: "Mr. President, this is Jacqueline Jesse, an elite member of MI[-]. She has completed many powerful tasks."

Jesse's praise in the face of Long Zhan was ineffective, and he still had that arrogant and cold face.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

In normal times, the president would not take a serious look at such a small agent, but now that he was under the eaves, the president had to lower his head and take the initiative to say hello to Jesse.

Even if Jesse has a arrogant face, the president has to have a smile on his face.

The tiger falls in Pingyang, and there is no way.

Jesse shook hands with the president casually and turned directly to the inner room.

Long Zhan habitually looked back and saw that the young man was still the only one there. The door they came in through had been closed.

"Sit down, Mr. President."

Long Zhan didn't care about 21. He first asked the president to sit down and get some water to drink. (End of chapter)