Jacques, suspended in mid-air, saw the gun in Luo An's hand aid at him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he cursed out loud:
"F—"
Before he could finish the salutation, Luo An, with a smile on his face, pulled the trigger of the Glock 18.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four 9mm bullets flew out of the barrel in an instant, three of which accurately hit Jacques's left and right calves and left arm.
The remaining bullet, due to Jacques's hurried twist of his body, accidentally struck the root of his right thigh.
Boom—
Jacques, with a bag slung on his back, did not fall to the bottom of the building in mid-air; he ultimately succeeded in leaping onto the rooftop diagonally opposite.
But he didn't land on his feet, he went straight down, face-first to the ground.
Accompanied by a burst of painful cursing.
"Son of a bitch!"
Feeling the pain from his three limbs, Jacques's face twitched, and he inhaled sharply.
However, Jacques, after all, had many years of combat experience, and such gunshot wounds were still within his tolerance.
The mont he landed, his uninjured right hand reached out for the bag not far away.
Not only did the bag contain handguns and rifles, but also grenades, smoke bombs, and other weapons he had prepared in advance.
"Don't move!"
Just as Jacques stretched out his hand, Luo An arrived at the parapet on the rooftop of Mona's building, without hesitation, he fired a shot at the ground between Jacques and the bag.
Bang!
Feeling the concrete debris splattered onto his face by the bullet, Jacques's movents suddenly stiffened, then he slowly turned his head with a dark expression, directing his gaze toward Luo An on the rooftop diagonally opposite.
"Draw back your hand now, Mr. Jacques."
Luo An pretended not to see the murderous look in Jacques's eyes, holding the Glock 18 with a pleasant expression, he said:
"Move your hand even a little bit forward, and I'll send you to et God."
The smile was bright, but the words were cold.
Staring at Luo An's handso face in silence for a few seconds, Jacques slowly drew his hand back.
"Good."
Luo An nodded in satisfaction, just as he was about to speak, Jacques on the opposite roof spoke first, with a serious face he asked:
"FBI agent, what's your na?"
It was completely beyond Jacques's understanding why Luo An had found him so quickly, and he was extrely shocked by Luo An's speed.
He clearly rembered leaving Mona's apartnt when Luo An's Chevrolet had just arrived at the bottom of this building.
"Don't move, Mr. Jacques."
Hearing Jacques's question, Luo An raised an eyebrow.
The opponent clearly wanted to divert his attention by making conversation, thereby finding a way to escape from here.
Luo An was all too familiar with this tactic.
Thus, upon hearing Jacques's question, Luo An had no intention to answer, but instead gave his instructions directly:
"Now, Jacques, move smoothly to your left, as far from the bag as possible.
Once you reach a suitable position, extend your limbs to the maximum and lie flat on the ground."
"Shit!"
Hearing this, Jacques cursed inwardly.
How could this guy opposite, who looked so young, be so seasoned in his thods?
Now that his limbs had been shot, lying flat on the ground with his limbs extended would turn him into a complete sitting duck, ready for slaughter.
Taking a deep breath, Jacques was just about to speak when Mona, panting with a laptop in her arms, suddenly ca out from the staircase.
"Luo An! Are you okay?"
Seeing Mona calling out Luo An's na as she walked onto the rooftop, Jacques's eyes narrowed instantly, looking at Luo An with a glimr of hope.
If this guy with the gun turns his head upon hearing the voice, then he might have a chance...
"I'm fine, call Agent Reesi first, then call an ambulance."
Hearing Mona's voice, Luo An's eyes remained fixed on Jacques without turning his head, a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he spoke slowly:
"Tell Reesi to co to the rooftop of the building next door; Mr. Million is already under my control."
Mona's eyes lit up at this; she pulled out her cell phone and nodded heavily:
"OK!"
Jacques: "...Fu-k!"
——
Not long ago, downstairs in the apartnt building.
Reesi was wrapping her arms around the slender waist of a well-built Caucasian female cop with short hair, whispering and nibbling at each other's ears.
The female officer was none other than Charlize, the NYPD captain.
The patrolling officers nearby, maintaining order and cordoning off the area to prevent passersby from entering the building, all sported a look of dismay at the scene.
Just as Reesi felt the mont was right, she licked her lips, ready to invite Charlize to watch so exciting movies at her place after work today.
Suddenly, two middle-aged Caucasian n in FBI grey-blue jackets appeared, whispered a few words to the NYPD officers on patrol, and then broke through the cordon, heading towards the entrance of the building.
Upon seeing the faces of the two n, Reesi's expression changed. She quickly drew her gun and stepped briskly in front of them, loudly saying:
"Sorry gentlen, you can't co in here!"
Seeing Reesi draw a gun to stop him, the leading middle-aged Caucasian man extended his hand and offered a smile:
"Hello, my na is Terry, from the Terrorist Screening Center (a departnt under the FBI's Holand Security Departnt, details in the preface)."
"Is that so?"
Reesi responded with a cold smile:
"But my colleagues told before that you were from the Counter-IED Departnt."
"..."
Indeed, the two n who had appeared here were the sa two CIA agents who had previously tried to snatch the person from Luo An.
Afterward, Luo An had inford the mbers of Team Five about this, including a brief description of the two n.
Reesi, who held a grudge against the CIA and was from intelligence herself, naturally rembered their faces well.
Hearing Reesi's words, Terry's brow twitched, followed by the onset of a headache.
Not long ago, when Lady Heloise and her subordinates went to the interrogation room of Team Five to question Demonti, they used a certain drug and successfully obtained a single word:
Family.
Upon hearing this, Lady Heloise instantly realized the implications and imdiately dispatched her subordinates to Mona's house.
It would be best if they could find Jacques; if not, they were to take Mona away and have the CIA temporarily control her.
Lady Heloise knew that doing so would upset the FBI, but if she couldn't capture Jacques, she might not even remain in the CIA in the future, so the dissatisfaction of the FBI was nothing to her.
As long as Mona didn't die, there wouldn't be too much trouble.
Standard CIA thinking.
And the reason for Terry and his companion being here was sothing Reesi quickly deduced after a few seconds of thought.
Luo An had said that these two were subordinates of Lady Heloise, whose target was Jacques, and Jacques's target was Mona, who happened to live in this building.
If Reesi were to believe that Mona wasn't the target of Terry and his companion, she wouldn't believe it even if she were beaten to death.
Thus, seeing Terry clear his throat, about to say sothing, Reesi imdiately and unceremoniously raised her gun:
"Gentlen from the CIA, as I said, entry here is forbidden."
Upon hearing this, Terry's face suddenly darkened, but just as he was about to speak, Reesi's phone suddenly rang.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling—
The mont Reesi pulled out her phone, Terry tilted his head to give his teammate a look.
Without any hesitation, the teammate quickly circled around Reesi and charged into the apartnt building.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Reesi was furious, but Terry imdiately stepped in front of her, saying with a laugh:
"Don't be angry, Agent Reesi. I won't leave. You should answer your phone first; it might be important news."
"...Typical CIA style."
Glancing at the caller, and realizing it was Mona, Reesi gave Terry a cold stare before imdiately pressing the answer button:
"It's , Reesi."
The next second, upon hearing Mona's words over the phone, Reesi first froze, then her expression instantly turned bizarre.
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