Atlantic City District, eastern part, nine o'clock at night, the intersection of Highway 63 and a certain street.
Four heavily ard SWAT officers holding riot shields and rifles tightly watched the center of the intersection.
Facing the dark muzzles all around, the man in the middle of the intersection was not panicked at all, holding a pistol to his chin with his right hand, his face wearing a manic expression:
"So, shall we give it a try? See if those bombs will explode!"
"￥%#*..."
Faced with Anthony Sorlin's provocation, Vincent, holding a gaphone, cursed every swear word he knew in his life in his heart, his face looking terribly ugly, but in the end, he dared not voice it out loud, just leaned into Luo An's side and asked in a low voice:
"Group Leader Luo An, what should we do?"
Before Luo An could speak, Anthony Sorlin in the center of the crowd first pointed towards this side and shouted loudly:
"That FBI! The one who looks almost as handso as , but just a bit less good-looking, what's your na?"
The man Anthony Sorlin referred to was exactly Luo An. Luo An's eyes slightly narrowed, preparing to step out from behind the wall, and Vincent quickly reached out to grab his arm:
"Group Leader Luo An, be careful, that guy might surprise attack you."
"It's okay, I've got it under control."
Luo An smiled and patted Vincent's shoulder, confidently stepping out from behind the wall and looking at Anthony Sorlin he replied:
"Greenwood, you can call that."
"Greenwood... Green Wood? Green Forest? That na is really la."
Anthony Sorlin sneered disdainfully, sizing up Luo An for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly lighting up, laughing:
"But honestly, you are really impressive, just a bit less than .
If we pushed you against a mirror, it would be really interesting, don't you think?"
Considering Anthony Sorlin's sexual orientation, everyone present understood what he ant by "pushed against a mirror."
The SWAT team furrowed their brows and said nothing, Vincent muttered quietly under his breath, and Agent Mona, watching this scene through surveillance from afar, her face instantly darkened.
As the main subject of the tease, Luo An's smile on his face didn't change and he said:
"Let's talk about that later. Let's talk about what you want first, what are you asking for?"
Just as Anthony Sorlin was about to speak, Luo An suddenly interrupted him and added:
"Right, that sniper teammate of yours, we've already captured him, don't forget him when you make your requests, making a sniper sad isn't a good choice."
"..."
After hearing Luo An's words, Anthony Sorlin's expression slightly darkened, but after a few seconds his face once again displayed a brazen smile, he loudly said:
"Greenwood, I like your straightforwardness, I won't beat around the bush, I have three demands, if you agree, I'll tell you the bomb locations."
Luo An stretched his hands forward, his smile very sunny:
"Please tell."
"First, my sunglasses just broke, hurry up and buy a new pair.
Second, return my teammate to , he's like a brother to ."
Completely ignoring the others around, Anthony Sorlin's eyes fixed on Luo An, the corners of his mouth curled up as he stated his third demand:
"Third, I want you..."
"??!!"
Hearing this, the SWAT officers showed abnormal expressions, Vincent's face suddenly changed, instinctively preparing to shout out a refusal.
Whether from Luo An's physical health perspective, or from Luo An's physical health perspective, Vincent didn't want Luo An to be hard in the slightest.
"Click——"
Far away in the command vehicle, Michelle's face changed slightly, suddenly, a crisp sound of an item breaking was heard beside her.
Michelle turned her head to see that Mona, expressionless, had accidentally snapped her pen in half.
Michelle: "..."
A long sigh, Anthony Soling finished his statent:
"... I want Greenwood to fill that bystander's car beside you with fuel, and let us leave in it."
Seeing that everyone's expression was dramatic except for Luo An himself, Anthony Soling muttered discontentedly a few tis, then loudly declared:
"Rest assured, Mr. Greenwood, I'm not out of my mind, I won't be asking you, a dangerous character, to be our hostage."
"That's truly a pity."
Luo An said cheerfully:
"You want sunglasses? No problem, I'll have soone go buy them for you.
But your second request, I think we need a change.
How about this, I can hand over that sniper to you, and in return, you tell the location of one of the bombs, how about that?"
"How greedy, Mr. Greenwood."
Anthony Soling said sarcastically, but still accepted:
"Okay, no problem, hand over the person to , and I'll tell the location imdiately."
Anthony Soling agreed so quickly that it instantly made Vincent, who was behind the wall, feel a sinking feeling.
Thinking in the worst possible way, since Anthony Soling dared to agree so readily, it shows he's very confident about the positions of the remaining four bombs, confident that the FBI will absolutely not find them.
If there were no remaining four bombs, everything would still be okay, after all, no one would be hard.
But if there are really four bombs, once they go off...Vincent's heart raced, and he quickly pressed the communicator to ask:
"Agent Mona, in the upscale apartnt building behind the restaurant..."
Mona was simultaneously ssaging Winslow, Reesi, and Chenier to hurry and bring the sniper to the intersection, as she quickly responded to Vincent:
"Luo An had already asked to contact the Trace Detection and Explosive Ordnance Disposal agents; they are en route and will be there in two minutes."
Vincent slightly relaxed, then shifted his focus back to the center of the intersection, where laughter could occasionally be heard; Luo An and Anthony Soling were actually chatting and laughing a few ters apart.
"?"
Vincent was dumbfounded, as were the surrounding SWAT team mbers.
They had witnessed the whole process. While Vincent was speaking into the communicator, Luo An and Anthony Soling were discussing the recent confrontation and talking fervently about the incident with the car hitting a person.
"You really scared with that move just now, Mr. Greenwood."
Anthony Soling laughed loudly:
"I really didn't expect, you a FBI, to be even harsher than , directly driving a car to hit ?"
"It was an urgent situation, wasn't it just to prevent you from escaping?"
Luo An sighed first, then said with a smile:
"But your skills are also quite extraordinary, your reaction speed is really fast!"
Hearing Luo An's praise, Anthony Soling's smile grew wider, and soon they shifted the topic to shooting skills and combat, their conversation heating up even more.
People around: "..."
After a while, Winslow and Reesi arrived at the intersection with the sniper, Chenier also ca with the sunglasses Anthony Soling wanted.
"Ti passes really quickly."
Luo An gestured to have Winslow and the others bring the sniper to his side, then stuffed the sunglasses into the sniper's hands, and sighed while looking at Anthony Soling:
"To be honest, it was really nice chatting with you this ti."
"Yes, indeed."
Anthony Soling also grinned, shook his hand at the sniper, and told Luo An:
"This Greenwood is really interesting, but today we must go, hope to chat again in the future."
"That's good."
Luo An pushed the sniper forward, the sniper, looking confused, subconsciously walked toward Anthony Soling with the sunglasses.
He had only taken a few steps when the sniper suddenly felt a trendous force coming from behind, and then his body uncontrollably flew forward!
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