Chapter 221: One Man's War (4)

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Washionton 's police had never experienced such a situation before, Although the United States is still a country where terrorists are rampant from a peaceful point of view, Hostage-taking and kidnapping are also common, But whether it's ordinary criminals, or a vicious terrorist, will have their own demands, The former either seeks money, Either for revenge, The latter also tended to have some political objectives, and the United States is one of the most self-proclaimed democracies, If things weren't that big and there were people with a certain status among the hostages, the US government would often meet the criminals' demands in private for the sake of democracy. Of course, there would definitely be no escape from the mad pursuit afterwards.

But the robbery at Tiffany's Jewelry Store today was both scary and baffling.

The United States Government is very efficient, Less than half an hour after Tiffany's kidnapping, The list of internal guests had already appeared in the hands of Warwick Washington Police Chief Smith Bond, He silently looked at the list in his hand. Director Smith broke out in cold sweat. I heard about the kidnapping at Tiffany's jewelry store before I got here, He knew that this matter was definitely not small. As one of the most famous jewelers in the world, even though ordinary people from the United States might appear there, the ones who appeared the most frequently were definitely of a certain value. They could even be described as either rich or expensive. To put it more vividly, this was a group of successful people who had been kidnapped.

Smith had considered countless ways and means of negotiation on his way here, but when he saw the list in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but darken. It was as if he had forgotten all the countermeasures, and he was at a loss.

The list was not long. There were about a dozen people on the list. At the end of the list, Faylon Barrington's name was on the list. He seemed to be the last person on the list, increasing the weight of the list by countless times.

A rich American family, The Barrington family, Ranked seventh in the Skull and Bones Society, The clan has an exceptionally wide range of interests, Among them, steel, Rubber, munitions, The casino was the most famous. It was called the four pillars of the Barrington Clan. Faylon Barrington was the Patriarch of the Barrington Clan. Although his position as Patriarch had a lot of water, and the power of the clan was still in the hands of Faylon Barrington's father, no one could deny that the name that appeared at the end of the list possessed an extraordinary amount of power.

How long could Faylon Barrington's father, the old patriarch of the Barrington Family, survive? After his death, Ferren would become the true supreme ruler of the Barrington family, a tycoon who could cause a storm in the United States with a stomp of his foot.

Such a person actually appeared in the jewelry store?

Was this idiot really stupid?

Don't tell me he doesn't know that with his status, other than eating, going to bed, and going to the bathroom, he can let his assistant do the rest?

The veins on Director Smith's forehead kept beating. Because he was too excited, His eyes were already a little red. He struggled to get his gaze off the last name on the list, Looking at the rest, Well, the others are not simple either, Even though they weren't as prominent as that idiot Ferren, the worst were the executives of some big company. There was also a noble woman who was quite famous in American society. Not to mention the finale of Ferren Barrington, even the others on the list were rare lineups in kidnapping cases in the United States in recent years, so everyone had to deal with them carefully.

"Damn, shit! Shit!"

Smith's eyes turned even redder. He suddenly crushed the list in his hand into a ball and smashed it against the window. He said angrily, "Where's the FBI?"! Where's the CIA?! Where are those idiots? Can anyone tell me why those idiots haven't shown up yet? Can anyone explain to me why I haven't received any phone calls from my superiors? No, I haven't received any phone calls yet! Tell me, where are they? Did they all have an appointment to eat shit together? "!"

The policemen around Chief Smith looked at each other. Their immediate superior's manic and uneasy performance would only increase their anxiety. It could make the normally serious and expressionless Chief so nervous. This incident should have already caused a big stir.

Actually, it wasn't just supposed to be, but it had already become a big deal.

Thousands of lives on CBS, dozens of police officers killed in the line of duty, including a deputy commissioner of the Washingtonian Police Department, and then dozens of successful people kidnapped by criminals, including a quasi-boss of the Skull and Bones Society. Which is not important?

In such a situation, In the past, Anything that happens will reach Mayor Washionton 's ears as quickly as possible, It would then reach the governor's ears and then the White House. In less than a few minutes, the White House and Congress would also react swiftly, sending the order directly to the WASHINGTON police station. Whether to set up a plan of action, negotiate or attack, the order would be given by the higher ups, and the elites of the FBI would arrive at any time to provide support.

This is the most normal phenomenon.

But now...

But now!!!

Smith kept mumbling, his entire body spinning in circles, his face haggard and helpless.

Even now, more than an hour had passed since the incident, and he still hadn't received any orders from his superiors, or even a phone call!

The entire senior echelon of the United States seemed to remain silent for an instant as they handed over the biggest terrorist attack since the founding of the United States to the Warsaw Police Department.

What was this?

Smith's breathing grew heavier and heavier. Finally, he said, "Bring me another list."

The assistant standing near him immediately handed over a new list.

Smith opened his eyes wide and saw the damn name Ferren Butlin at the end of the list again. He groaned powerlessly again.

He was too clear about the consequences of Ferren's death here. It was simply not whether he could still sit in the position of director. Not to mention the Skull and Bones Society, the Battle Lin Clan would kill him overnight. If the fury of the Skull and Bones Society was included, they could even directly influence the upcoming election in the United States.

How could the small giants of the Skull and Bones Society be so easy to provoke?

Is everyone in the United States, including the President, an idiot?

No one can see the situation clearly?

"Bring me a horn."

Smith forced himself to calm down, looked at the mess on the ground, and said indifferently.

At his feet, Apart from paper scraps, There were also countless pieces of plastic, Those were the loudspeakers he had used earlier. He had called Tiffany's Jewelry Shop five times in the past, but the criminals inside seemed to be dead. There was no response at all. There were no requests, no killing of hostages, and no response to the conversation between the police. The opposite side was completely silent, as if nothing had happened.

Every time he finished shouting, the furious Director Smith would ruthlessly smash the horn to the ground. If he included the one in his hand now, this was already the sixth one.

'"Listen up, we're Washionton police officers. You're surrounded now. Please lay down your arms and surrender. If you have any requests, you can make them. I'm Washionton police chief Smith Bond. I think we can talk. I believe we can find a common topic, right?"

'"..."

The answer to Smith was still silent.

In his silence, Director Smith seemed to have gradually sensed the insane killing intent and exhausted patience of the other party.

Just as he was about to slam his horn again, an echo came from outside Tiffany's Jewelry Shop.

The hoarse and young man said in a cold and firm tone, "I've already made a condition that Quincuneil come out to see me. Police gentlemen, my patience is limited. If I can find Quincuneil by killing people, killing many people, I won't mind at all, for example."

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the words that hadn't yet landed, the crisp and loud gunfire suddenly rang out, its momentum shocking.

In Smith's line of sight.

In Tiffany's Jewelry Store.

The closest to the policeman was a man in a suit. His head exploded like a watermelon. Blood and brain fluid sprayed out unscrupulously. He opened fire too suddenly, so much so that the deceased did not realize the sudden death. He remained in his original position and fell to the ground with a loud boom.

Screams, curses, and curses came from Tiffany's Jewelry Store.

"You!"

Smith was furious, but before he could react, the cold voice sounded from the amplification device at Tiffany's Jewelry Shop.

"For example, like this."

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire rang out again.

Another sexy and fashionable woman was shot in the chest.

That indifferent voice continued, like a machine, so cold that there was not the slightest bit of human emotion.

"For example, like this..."

"Stop! Stop! You bastard!"

Smith suddenly shouted with his trumpet in his hand.

However, the sound of gunfire rang out without hesitation. Furthermore, it rang out continuously. Another person was directly shot dead, and his body weighed five shots.

From one fatal shot to five, the opponent's emotions seemed to be getting more and more violent. That kind of tyranny had already begun to reveal itself without concealment, and it was extremely vicious.

Even Smith, who was used to seeing many big scenes, felt a chill in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, when he shouted to stop, he could at least save a life. However, this routine was no longer effective here. The other party's tone was still astonishingly stable. It could completely prove that apart from killing intent, there was no emotion fluctuation in his heart. In other words, killing these people was as simple and easy as stepping on ants.

How many people would he have to kill before he could kill them to the point where he didn't treat them as humans at all?

What kind of demon was inside?

Who's Quincuneil?! How did he provoke the people inside?

Smith's heart was in complete chaos, and then he was suddenly shocked.

Quincuneil.

Could this name be the reason for the collective silence of the United States Government?

Who was this person?

Smith suddenly fell silent, his entire face constantly flickering, somewhat uncertain.

At this moment, someone spoke from inside Tiffany's Jewelry Store, which was filled with fear and panic.

There was no fear, no uneasiness, not even the slightest tremor in his tone. He was calm and composed.

"Young man, are you looking for Quincuneil? Maybe I can help you. Of course, if I don't get hurt, I think we can talk."

In a hidden corner, Lin Xiaocao slowly raised her head and narrowed her eyes as she looked at the hostage who took the initiative to speak.

It was a middle-aged man from the west. He was of ordinary height, with brown hair and glasses. He wore a pair of golden spectacles and wore a suit without any brand name. He had a calm smile on his face. In the face of Lin Xiaocao's gaze, his aura was not at all inferior.

Not disadvantaged?

Lin Xiaocao sneered in his heart. If he was truly carefree, the other party would not have spoken.

"Speak."

Lin Xiaocao said indifferently.

I'm Faylon Barrington, the Barrington Clan's Clan Chief. If you've heard of this clan, you should understand my position in the United States. I can agree to all your requests, including finding something other than Quincuneil. For example, you need a car? "Young man, I am very sincere because I hope I can leave safely today. If you trust me enough, I think I need to make a phone call."

Fei Lun smiled indifferently, but under the pressure of Lin Xiaocao's knife-like gaze, his smile gradually stiffened and distorted.

Lin Xiaocao narrowed his eyes and waved his hand.

Ferren smiled and nodded. He took out the phone and dialed a number. The moment the phone was connected, he called Mr. Morgan.

The call lasted for three minutes.

The content of the phone call was just that Ferren was asking Mr. Morgan to put pressure on the U.S. Government to bring Quincuneil here, and so on.

After three minutes of calling, Fei Lun seemed to get a rather satisfactory but not surprising answer.

He put his phone back in his pocket and faced Lin Xiaocao again. He smiled and said, "If you were a man of your word, I would be safe now."

"Of course."

Lin Xiaocao said indifferently without raising her head, but her eyes were filled with deep thought.

No matter what, Phelan Barrington would never have imagined how sinister a smile would be on Mr. Morgan's face when he hung up the phone and swore in anger that he would help.

London.

In the study of Morgan Manor's villa.

Mr. Morgan hung up the phone with a smile on his face. He looked at Victor who hadn't left his study yet and smiled, "Look, we seem to have waited for another chance."