The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 514

A small missile shot out from the roof of the building, and the target was the president's helicopter. If Mike could see the label on the missile, he would immediately recognize that it was a Stinger missile made in the United States.

Killing the President of the United States with American weapons was a good idea, and Ron would appreciate it if he knew.

But it's a pity that Ron is not on the helicopter now, and even if he is, it is useless. Mike and the others will face this big crisis independently.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

While distributing the decoy bombs, the helicopter quickly ascended and climbed. The Stinger missile was attracted by the heat of the decoy bombs, shifted its target, and plunged into the nearby building.

But this is not over yet. Of course, it is impossible for the terrorists to arrange only one missile on the roof. Immediately, the second and third missiles are fired from different roofs. Their targets are all the same, and they are all three in the sky. An American helicopter...

On the other side, on the streets of London where it was getting late, the street lights that had just been turned on suddenly went out, and the team that was walking along the outer wall of an old house froze and stopped.

"Wait, everyone be alert! Something seems wrong, Captain Cooper, the street lights are off, could it be a trap set by terrorists?" the older detective asked cautiously.

Ron looked around for a week, shook his head and said, "No, I think it's just a power outage."

"Power outage? But the power supply in London has always been stable. I lived in London for three years when I was studying, and there was never a power outage in London during the three years."

"Think differently, sir, what would you do if you were a terrorist? Of course it would be a power outage, understand?" Ron said helplessly, "No matter how many years they have infiltrated the UK, or how many terrorists they have set up in London. I don’t think there are as many people as the army, so it’s the best choice to use the panic caused by the power outage to make the residents run around, and then mix in by yourself.”

"Because no matter how much a politician likes to flaunt his tough wrists, he can't bear the responsibility of ordering civilians to open fire. Therefore, from now on, I think London will fall into chaos for a long time."

"Then what should we do, should we get some flashlights?" The young detective suggested pointing to the shops on the side of the road. Everyone's eyes lit up and they were about to do something, but Ron stopped them.

"No, no, no, do you know where we are now? This is London, the capital of England! We represent the face of America in every move, think about it, what if the camera in that store happened to have a spare battery ?”

As Ron said, he calmly pretended to take out an Arab headscarf from his pocket, actually from the system space and put it on his head, then picked up a trash can on the side of the road and threw it at the nearby clothing store.

"Whoa~"

The window glass of the clothing store was shattered, and soon after Ron entered, he came out with a pile of women's clothing and threw it on the ground: "Now, I will give you 5 minutes, no matter what method you use, to dress yourself up as an Arab, and then Grab him for me!"

"Yes, sir!"

Five minutes later, the terrorists guarding the only way from the urban area to the airport were attacked by a group of guys who looked more like terrorists than them.

"Stop! We're brothers! Brothers! Don't shoot!"

The terrorist shouted loudly in Arabic, but no matter how the terrorist yelled, the group continued to shoot as if they didn't hear them, and quickly wiped them all out.

At this point, they had already broken out of London, and the airport where Air Force One was parked was right in front of them.

"Great, it finally came out, God bless!" Several young detectives cheered frantically, but the older ones frowned, and they looked at Ron together.

"Sorry, you guys are too happy, we need to go back again." Ron said to several young people over several old agents.

"Why? Haven't we already come out?"

"Yes, we did, but the president is still in London. We have to go back and rescue Mr. President."

"You haven't arrived at the airport yet, how do you know the president is still in London?" The young detective was puzzled.

"Silly boy, think about it, the president is with Mike, and Mike will not forget that protecting the president is the highest priority. If he has escorted the president, the plane should have taken off, and there is no waiting for us. necessary." Another old detective said, patting the young man on the head.

Ron nodded: "That's right, it seems that Mike has encountered some troubles there, we can only go back one more time, everything is voluntary, does anyone want to stay here?"

Ron looked around badly, no one chose to stay, he nodded with satisfaction: "OK, since everyone has decided to follow me, let's go now."

On the other side, the door of the helicopter shot down by terrorists was suddenly kicked open from the inside.

"Everything is safe, are you okay? Mr. President." After Mike was vigilant and still wet, he pulled the president out of the helicopter after making sure that he was safe and sound.

At the last moment of the plane crash just now, Mike tried his best to put the escape air bag on the president. As a result, only he and the president survived the whole plane.

"Fortunately, I'm fine. What should we do now? Should we wait here for someone to pick us up?"

"I'm afraid there won't be any more people coming," Nike glanced at the intercom that could only make noise, "Now we can only walk, I hope you just wear a pair of light shoes, do you usually exercise often?" ?”

"Of course, I run on the treadmill for half an hour every day." The president nodded.

"This is the best." Without a word, Mike pulled the president into the nearby woods.

"I don't know how on earth they managed to make London look like this."

"This only shows that there are people in the British government. These people are very professional, not bumpkin bumpkins."

The president looked around blankly, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "We should go to the embassy now, and the people in the embassy will definitely protect us!"

"That's right in their arms, I dare say there must be their trap there," Mike shook his head, and thought for a while: "There is an MI[-] safe house nearby, and there are my acquaintances there, let's hide there for a while , how about trying to evacuate after the limelight has passed?"

"Are the people there trustworthy?" the president asked worriedly, he was already frightened by the London police's performance of stretching their hips.

"Mr. President, the only person you can trust now is me, understand? I trust her, come on, let's go to the safe house quickly, and then we can have a good rest."

(End of this chapter)