Thunder Strikes Back

Chapter 540

Lausanne was very surprised, as if he was in an undefended empty city, he could roughly guess why this happened, the Chinese garrison should have withdrawn a few hours ago, obviously his plan was not so airtight.

Several helicopters flew overhead and then disappeared. The sound of rotors could be heard in the distance, and they seemed to be landing somewhere behind the ruins, but the location could not be seen.

He walked through the huge ruins of the city center alone, looking around from time to time. All the houses were dilapidated, and a slogan written in English was painted on a wall: The cruel oppression in New Delhi is gone forever, and the people must cherish the opportunity of national autonomy. .

Next to it is a funny bald man with glasses, covering his butt with one hand and dragging a pile of broken toy tanks with the other. He is limping away and looks like Prime Minister Kahan of India.

Lausanne suddenly wanted to laugh, because the painting was really vivid. When Kahan visited Assam a year ago, he was the commander of the security force and saw that person about 15 meters away, but Kahan naturally hated East Asia. A person with a face shape, so he didn't have a chance to walk over and shake hands.

Next to it, there is a curfew notice written in huge white fonts, written in several local languages, English and Arabic numerals, from 5 pm to 8 am, no one is allowed to go to the street without permission.Special passes for journalists must be obtained at the garrison headquarters and the foreign liaison office.

A woman with a pitcher on her head walked by, and he quickly lowered his head.The ruins here have been simply bulldozed, and you can see the flattened Indian helmets and various equipment.A fire truck was parked at a street corner not far away, and several women dragging lead buckets and clinker buckets were queuing up to receive water. It seemed that the order of life here had been restored.

If a patrol passes by, it will immediately see through itself.Lausanne's pistol was hidden in his clothes, clinging to his stomach, and there was a grenade in his trouser pocket. Other than that, it was his old life, and the above was the cost of his last fight.But the patrol and those fearsome wolfhounds never showed up.He saw the building in the central city of Tespur from a distance. It used to be a 2-star hotel. It was not very good, but it was better than the surrounding collapsed houses. He knew that journalists from all over the world were concentrated there.There are messy flags on the gate of the hotel, including the national flags of the United States, Japan, Britain and France, and even a white flag and a red cross flag.

There were still some people and cars gathered at the gate of the building, and it seemed that there were no soldiers.Lausanne rounded a huge crater, apparently left by the fall of more than a ton of bombs, and there were other craters of the same size nearby.He had already heard that Chinese planes killed Chaguye's successor directly, which shortened the battle quite a bit.A helicopter tail boom protruded from the roadside ruins. It was obviously lost in a battle not long ago, and it was marked as belonging to the Chinese Army. It seems that the Indians were not too useless in the final battle.

He thought, how to find a reporter he knew?
Several vehicles with white flags were parked in front of the hotel. Western journalists wearing blue body armor and blue helmets were smoking and chatting in twos and threes. They were a little surprised to see Lausanne appearing.He pretended to look down at something and walked all the way.An East Asian man tightened his windbreaker and came over: "I am a reporter from Kyodo News. It is said that your army used a special weapon that destroyed all nearby equipment. Lieutenant, can you answer what caused your attack? Such force was used?"

The Japanese spoke Chinese well, Luosang pretended not to hear, he was thankful that his military uniform had fooled the idiot, when walking past him, Luosang deliberately lowered his head so that no one would see his gray beard.As soon as he walked into the store, he saw his old acquaintance CNN reporter Sandy Jackson, who was talking loudly about his analysis of the sudden retreat of the Chinese army.

"The Chinese knew there was going to be a terrorist attack, so they wanted us to take the hit, so they could hide behind the scenes and run their propaganda machine, surreptitiously turning the war on its head. We would be the innocent victims, and their mouthpieces .”

“So, how do we expose them?” asked a Canadian reporter over a cup of coffee, as his assistants kept fixing the cameras, but to no avail.

"I think……"

All conversation came to a standstill.Because everyone noticed that a person wearing a Chinese military uniform came in, but it was not the winter uniform that had just been replaced recently.Sandy almost cried out in shock, as if seeing a ghost.He almost recognized that this was the terrorist who his superiors had asked him to inquire about, the terrorist who might destroy Tespur.

Sand Jackson interviewed Lobsang Gyatso ten years ago when he was still working as a print media reporter. He published several interviews under the title "The Uncompromising Warrior", reminding the public with his brilliant pen that in the world In a certain corner of the world, there is still such a group of people who are desperately defending their ideals.

Lausanne has been reduced to a terrorist. He just learned from the US embassy in Bangladesh a few days ago that after the war between China and India, people in the spy circle gathered in Dhaka to receive various tasks in the name of reporters.He is thinking of negotiating with the Chinese to obtain more information about Lausanne, but the Chinese seem to have found out about him, and the liaison office has recently refused to cooperate with him in any situation.

"I need your help." Lausanne whispered.

"Don't come here." Jackson quickly dodged behind the Canadian, then turned and ran.He realized that Lausanne approaching him in such broad daylight would inevitably lead to huge political risks, which he did not dare to think about.

"You can't embarrass the reporter." The Canadian blocked the front.Luosang pushed him away and quickly chased after him. It was really ill-considered for him to enter the hotel rashly, but he had no other choice.Now he can't control these things, he must get in touch with the Americans quickly, and then try to get out of here.

Shanying's team had just been deployed to the opposite side of the hotel. After the sniper set up the camouflaged sniper rifle, he saw a man in the uniform of the People's Liberation Army disappear at the door, and then found some chaos in the hotel.He looked through the binoculars, and the inside seemed to be calm again, but the atmosphere became very different, and the people gathered at the door disappeared.

"Eagle's Nest, Eagle's Nest, there seems to be something wrong in the kennel."

"Eagle's Nest received it. Don't move, wait for me to come over. Find someone to check."

Zhao Changbin received the situation in the air, he knew that there were several informants in the hotel, so he reported to his superiors.He didn't think that Lausanne would lose his head and throw himself into the trap, but monitoring these reporters was also a task assigned by his superiors.So far, they have not been found to have crossed the line.

Five minutes later, Zhao Changbin led the first team of Mountain Eagles and jumped out of the helicopter in the open area in front of the hotel. The huge winds rolled up by the rotors blew all kinds of flags in all directions.When the helicopter flew away and the noise was reduced, he reminded himself not to show his weapons, lest those guys write scribbles.After he walked into the gate of the hotel, he didn't see the Associated Press reporters surrounding him as usual, and then he heard a gunshot, as if someone had shot under the table.

The hall suddenly became chaotic, and everyone rushed outside.Zhao Changbin realized that the situation was not that simple, he pushed away the stumbled reporter, saw a pitch-black grenade rolling down the steps, and quickly dodged aside.

A huge explosion sounded, and Lobsang Gyatso, who was hiding behind the pillars on the second floor, turned around and ran to the third floor.When he turned around, Zhao Changbin looked straight at him.With that gray beard, he can roughly determine who this person is.

Lobsang Gyatso apparently lost his last bet.After Sandy Jackson saw him, he ran away in a blink of an eye.He tried his best to catch up, hoping that the other party would listen to his thoughts. The rest of the reporters didn't understand the situation, thinking that the Chinese soldiers were about to use violence, and they all talked about it on the first floor.

When Zhao Changbin's helicopter approached, Luosang knew that the situation was settled, but he still wanted to escape by taking advantage of the chaos. After all, there were not many Chinese soldiers in the city, so he created chaos and dropped a grenade.But the grenade only killed a few reporters, and did not hurt the Chinese soldier who dodged in time. He lost his last sanity and ran upstairs frantically, trying to find the last cover or catch a hostage.

The sniper who was 60 meters away across the street could always see a person running upstairs. He could see every window he passed. The sniper kept asking for instructions to fire, but there was no reply.Zhao Changbin was chasing after him all the way. When the grenade exploded next to his ear, he caused a little hearing damage. He didn't hear the sniper's request to fire.

Luosang Luohuang rushed to the platform on the 4th floor, which was a dead end.Two TV reporters are carrying cameras to test the effect of repairing the machine, and another reporter from the European Union is debugging the failed satellite dish, and it seems that they have some clues.

Unexpectedly, a figure rushed forward, grabbed the guy next to the satellite antenna, and took him hostage. ; Lausanne tucked his head under his armpit and held it against it with a pistol. 20 seconds later, five Chinese soldiers flashed onto the platform, and they fanned out tacitly, half-surrounding Lobsang Gyatso. Now it is 5 to 5.

Lausanne dragged the hostages, and slowly retreated to the edge of the guardrail, assessing the situation. Today, he must be doomed.There are already 2 helicopters circling above his head, and there are several more coming from the north.The two brave reporters on the roof simply stopped running and began to film the sudden scene.Lausanne thought that if he finally wanted to say something to the world, he might still have a chance.

Lin Huaisheng sits at the headquarters and watches the video sent back from a drone condescending. No matter how close he is, it is impossible to tell who this person is.He still couldn't believe that Lausanne would make such a stupid move. Although it was his idea to monitor the Teaspur Hotel, his original intention was to be foolproof.

"Chief of staff, Zhao Changbin is at the scene. He said that it is probably Lobsang Gyatso who has kidnapped a hostage. We have snipers on the side, and the sniper is less than 60 meters away."

Lin Huaisheng thought for a while. From the drone video, he could see that there were 2 teams on the ruins opposite the platform, ready to fire at any time; overlooking the terrain here, he felt very familiar. Not long ago, He Fan's tank was here. There was a scuffle with the enemy in one area, and he was frightened when he watched from the air.

"Tell Shanying's sniper to kill his weapon as much as possible, we have to catch him alive."

"What about the hostages?"

"Hostage? Which country?"

"It's Matthew Gonzalez from CN[-]. It's registered with our publicity and liaison office."

"Tell Zhao Changbin, try not to get hurt. Of course, the first thing is to capture this person alive, whether he is Lausanne or not."

"understood."

Zhao Changbin has been in the confrontation in Lausanne, his hearing has recovered a little, and he has received new instructions.He didn't have to look back to know that his sniper was very close to the north, but Lausanne probably didn't know it yet.

He kept a certain distance from the other four fighters to put pressure on the opponent. If Lausanne turned 4°, the snipers would be easier to attack.

He aimed his submachine gun at Lausanne's head and moved slowly to one side.Sure enough, Lausanne, who was evasive, felt the pressure and began to dodge to one side, trying not to expose one side of his body, but this instead freed up a good shooting range for the sniper, and a hostage could not provide 360° protection.

"Put down your weapon, you're at a loss." Zhao Changbin shouted, trying to distract his opponent, speaking in Chinese, which he knew Luosang could understand.

"I will never lay down my arms. Putting down my arms means giving up my freedom." Lausanne shouted. He knew that someone was filming nearby, and now he couldn't lose his mouth.

"Continue to resist, a dead end."

"You are the ones with a dead end." He continued to speak forcefully.

The distance is a bit too close. The snipers can only see a huge face in the scope, so big that it is incomplete. They have never tried to aim at a target at such a close distance.

"Are you sure you'll hit his pistol?" asked the spotter.

"Of course, but it's so easy to go off, it's better to break his hand, as long as he doesn't move around."

Lausanne was waving his pistol and yelling. Due to the close proximity, the sniper could even hear him yelling, which was unique in previous experience.

"You won't be strong forever," Lobsang shouted hysterically, "Go and tell Lin Huaisheng that I am the Lobsang Gyatso he wants, and I know he will die badly. Hahahaha."

The snipers took aim at the hand behind the gleaming silver pistol, and if they missed, another team would shoot him from the waist down.The superior's instruction is that capturing this person alive is the first priority, and the safety of the hostages is second.Seeing that his hand stopped moving and the muzzle of the gun stopped, the sniper pulled the trigger.

It was a thick, callused hand that had once beheaded an enemy, and had deftly sent telegrams; in Johnson & Johnson, it flew far away, still holding the pistol tightly.Blood spurted from the break and spattered the Spanish journalist, who screamed and fled forward until he was thrown down by a soldier.

Zhao Changbin rushed to Luosang quickly, not to kill him, but to save him. Luosang was bleeding rapidly, and he was destined not to last long.

Luosang looked at his half-amputated hand in surprise, everything was in slow motion, he knew that there must be snipers around, but he didn't expect the enemy to be so cruel and wanted to capture him alive, but he was sure that he would not let the enemy succeed in this matter .The moment Zhao Changbin rushed in front of him, he jumped out of the guardrail, and then fell heavily.

(End of this chapter)