10:30 PM, Colorado, northern part of Kit Carson City, a small town located dozens of kiloters away from the suburbs.
On the highway outside the town, a column of a dozen off-road vehicles swiftly advances, kicking up a cloud of dust on the road.
After turning a corner, the pupils of the driver in the lead off-road vehicle suddenly constrict, because he spots a bold and conspicuous stretch of landmines on the road ahead!
Hiss—
The driver in the lead off-road vehicle quickly steps on the brakes to halt the vehicle, and the following off-road vehicles stop one after another. Soon, the communication device of the person in the passenger seat rings, a male voice devoid of emotion cos through:
"What's going on?"
The driver hurriedly responds:
"Sir, there are quite a few landmines on the road ahead!"
There's a pause in the communicator, then the question follows:
"Can you go around?"
The driver in the lead off-road vehicle is just about to reply when he suddenly notices a man walking out of the landmine area not far away, and he quickly shouts:
"Sir! Soone is coming out of the mined area!"
The man in the passenger seat next to the driver, along with the two n in the back seat of the vehicle, swiftly get out with their weapons ready to aim, while at the sa ti, the man from the mined area yells:
"FBI! I want to speak to your commander!"
The man from the mined area is Luo An. In his left hand, he holds a golden badge, and in his right hand, a Glock 18. His expression is very calm as he loudly says:
"Your commander knows why I'm here. Have him co out; let's have a chat."
"..."
After the words fall, the air is quiet. The few people in the lead off-road vehicle exchange glances and transmit Luo An's words through the communicator.
Not long after, the door of an off-road vehicle in the middle of the convoy opens, and a middle-aged white man dressed in federal military uniform, with a crew cut, tall and large figure, and an expressionless face, walks towards Luo An.
"Good evening, Captain."
Standing in the mined area, Luo An looks at the rank insignia on the other's shoulder, cuts straight to the point, and says:
"I'm here to pick up my agent."
"Luo An Greenwood, one of the toughest team leaders at FBI Washington Headquarters."
The expressionless middle-aged man doesn't pick up on Luo An's words; instead, he says:
"Facing so many guns without a hint of panic, I feel the military would suit you better."
At that mont, behind the middle-aged man stands a group of soldiers dressed in federal army uniforms, all aiming their guns at Luo An.
Luo An is composed and says:
"Thanks for the complint. Let's not bother with pleasantries; let's talk business.
Give my people back, and I'll make way for you to pass."
The middle-aged man narrows his eyes slightly:
"Aren't you afraid I'll order them to shoot you dead?"
"You can try."
Luo An looks at the middle-aged man with a semi-smiling expression and says:
"See what happens here after they shoot dead."
"..."
The middle-aged man frowns slightly and stares at Luo An, while Luo An, unfazed, also quietly looks back at him.
After a long silence in the air, the middle-aged man speaks in a deep voice:
"The two won are unhard, but they have seen so secrets. To prevent the leakage of secrets, they will be under my custody for now. Once everything is over, I will naturally release them."
"My agents know the rules; they won't speak out of turn and won't interfere with your operations."
Luo An smiles and says:
"If you truly don't trust them, then trust —my lips are sealed."
The middle-aged man's gaze is sharp and pressuring, but Luo An, as if not seeing it, remains calm and adds:
"Furthermore, I'll give you so information for free.
Before you, several cars drove along this road toward a farm in the distance. Counting the ti, it should be less than ten minutes."
The expression on the middle-aged man's face instantly turns grim:
"Why didn't you stop them?"
"Couldn't stop them—simply didn't have the ability, you know that."
Luo An spreads his hands:
"My n are with you, with so many of them, how can I stop it?"
"Don't you have a lot of landmines?"
"Bad mory, I forgot."
The middle-aged man's brow twitched as he looked at Luo An with a dark expression and said in a commanding tone:
"The nuclear warhead business does not need the FBI's involvent. I'll return those two won to you, you take them and leave imdiately. What you've seen stays buried in your heart, understand?"
Luo An spread his hands and said nothing. The middle-aged man huffed coldly and waved his hand:
"Release them!"
"Understood!"
His soldiers behind him imdiately responded loudly and quickly walked towards a SUV in the distance, pulling out two won with their hands bound and duct tape over their mouths, but otherwise clean and unhard.
Watching Chenier and Reesi climb up from the ground next to the vehicle, Luo An's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man:
"Typical military style."
The middle-aged man ignored Luo An's sarcasm and said:
"I've returned your people, now get rid of the landmines!"
Signaling Chenier and Reesi to head behind the landmines, Luo An waited until they had completely left before retreating out of the minefield himself, then loudly proclaid:
"It's up to you to handle it now. They won't explode unless I give the order."
Saying this, Luo An led Chenier and Reesi quickly to the car where Winslow had been waiting for a long ti. The three of them got into the car, and Winslow imdiately started the vehicle and sped away from the area.
Tearing off the duct tape from their mouths, Luo An helped Chenier and Reesi untie the ropes on their wrists. The two won imdiately started cursing:
"Don't eat the sour pickles!"
"These damn bugs!"
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"..."
After venting their anger and calming down, the two won thanked Luo An, then asked:
"Luo An, what was with those landmines?"
"So good Samaritan lent them to ."
Luo An smiled; the landmines had also co from Wilfredo, who had prepared plenty of weapon caches around the world, including these landmines.
However, not all of the landmines were actually activated; Luo An wasn't that insane.
Using the landmines to threaten the military leadership was just Plan A. If the threat failed, Luo An had Plan B and Plan C, such as quickly taking hostages before the others reacted, forcing them to release the won, or having Winslow take cold shots from a distance, and so on.
After ensuring that Chenier and Reesi had no injuries other than the rope marks on their wrists and had not been tortured during interrogation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After a mont of comfort, Luo An steered the conversation back to the main topic and asked:
"What exactly happened?"
Hearing Luo An's question, Chenier and Reesi's expressions turned serious as they replied:
"We found Matteo's body."
"Body?!"
Winslow and Michelle were very surprised. Luo An frowned and asked:
"Did you find out who killed him?"
"No."
Reesi spread her hands in frustration:
"Chenier and I had just discovered Matteo's body, and before we could go up and check, these soldiers suddenly ca out with guns and surrounded us.
Later, the soldiers took the body away, and we saw nothing."
"The captain earlier said they took you because you saw sothing confidential."
Michelle pondered with a frown:
"Is Matteo's body confidential? Does he have sothing on him?"
Chenier shook her head, rubbing her wrists:
"I've been thinking about this too. I suspect Matteo's body isn't important. What's important is..."
"What's more important is the person who killed Matteo!"
Luo An's gaze shifted as he continued Chenier's thought, then pressed the communicator and asked:
"Mona, have you found out the identity of that group from earlier?"
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