Chapter 2106
Chapter 2106 - 72: The Sword Is Drawn (2)
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But none of it was bad talk.
It was all just to ease the tense atmosphere.
"Captain Hutchinson, a figure of a terrorist has been spotted on Westskey Street, heading north towards your location. You probably need to head over there."
The SWAT captain relayed the message to Glenn Hutchinson over the radio.
"Got it," Glenn Hutchinson responded.
"What’s going on?" Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow, sensing a bad premonition.
"It’s time to get busy." Glenn Hutchinson gave her a resigned look.
𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Then he quickly conveyed the mission to the others.
The suspect’s appearance and clothing were sent out. The moment everyone received the order, they began to act.
As a sniper, Flossie Wright had long dismantled her sniper rifle and placed it in a case. Upon identifying the target, she quickly took the case and slipped into an alley for an ambush.
As for the others, as taking other machinery might cause public panic, they kept their handguns concealed and swiftly approached the target’s location.
Surround from all directions, capture them entirely!
As soon as the SWAT and Aaron Doom caught sight of the figure, mingling among the crowd like a hooligan, the person instantly dropped the nonchalant demeanor, replaced by a vicious look, turned around, and pushed the person at his side backward, while he himself weaved through the crowd like a gust of wind.
Naturally, the two teams following closely behind didn’t hesitate either, immediately quickening their pace to chase after him.
The crowd here was not too dense, but as long as there were people around, it was hard for them to act freely.
It didn’t take long for the terrorist to shake off a large group of people, leaving only Aaron Doom and a few SWAT members in tight pursuit. The terrorist could shove pedestrians aside at will, while they had to avoid them, inevitably wasting time, allowing the terrorist to widen the distance.
"Captain, there might be an ambush."
Dylan Murray communicated through the earphone to Glenn Hutchinson, his expression involuntarily becoming much more serious and vigilant.
The further they went, the fewer people there were around, and the more remote the terrain became, clearly indicating a deliberate lure.
But they couldn’t ignore it either.
"Wait for them," Glenn Hutchinson instructed without pausing.
Upon hearing this, Dylan Murray slowed his pace, while Jude Marsh continued to follow closely behind Glenn Hutchinson.
Touching the earpiece, Glenn Hutchinson connected to Flossie Wright’s side, "Have you arrived?"
"Yes, within visual range." Shortly, Flossie Wright’s calm voice floated over, enunciating clearly, "Keep going."
Flossie Wright’s tone was unwavering, as if no targets or dangers were worth her attention.
People couldn’t help but believe that Flossie Wright possessed the absolute strength to protect them.
Thus, all of Glenn Hutchinson’s last bits of concern vanished without a trace.
With Flossie Wright here, all ambushes were not a problem.
After Dylan Murray disappeared from sight, the terrorist, who had been darting around the front, finally detoured into a secluded alley.
Jude Marsh and Glenn Hutchinson both carried a hint of caution between their brows.
A handgun unconsciously appeared in their hands.
The next moment, they continued following the terrorist.
As they turned a corner, the first gunshot suddenly rang out.
The bullet almost skimmed past Glenn Hutchinson’s forehead, the wave in the air rapidly rushing over. Glenn Hutchinson instinctively took half a step back, hiding himself behind the wall.
"Four people, all have lethal weapons, flanking you from both sides." At this moment, Flossie Wright’s voice sounded again, but after a pause, she continued, "There seems to be a small bomb."
Listening to the approaching gunfire, Glenn Hutchinson asked calmly, his eyes calm and steady.
"Absolutely," Flossie Wright’s voice was equally unwavering.
Jude Marsh stood silently beside him, the deep look in his eyes carrying a hint of helplessness.
In fact, even he felt that to deal with the three of them, that group had no chance of winning.
After all, Flossie Wright had absolute visual range, capable of taking them out in an instant.
Thus, any slight tension disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Curving his lips, Glenn Hutchinson spoke clearly, "Public structures are quite important."
"... So?" Flossie Wright was bemused.
"Watch the bomb, we’ll handle the rest," Glenn Hutchinson remarked, seemingly quite seriously.
Crouched at her hidden spot, Flossie Wright, through her scope, observed the four figures approaching the two corners, a barely noticeable excitement flashed in her slightly narrowed eyes.
At last, something not so stifling.
For the first time since participating in this mission, Flossie Wright felt she was not controlled by the situation.
Instead, the situation was controlled by her.
She had seen the power of ordinary bombs; whether their guns or ammunition, none could cause large-scale harm.
Even though Glenn Hutchinson and Jude Marsh seemed to be at a disadvantage, Flossie Wright wasn’t worried about them at all.
In fact, she vaguely felt a bit of anticipation.
She enjoyed pure battles of all kinds, without any worries.
Without hesitation, Flossie Wright agreed.
The gun aimed, targeting the person holding the bomb at the rear.
Receiving Flossie Wright’s consent, Glenn Hutchinson slightly peeked out to see the terrorist just five to six meters away. He swiftly flipped both hands, gripping pistols in each.
"What time is it?"
Glenn Hutchinson asked Jude Marsh.
"Four twenty-six," Jude Marsh replied lowly.
"Four minutes to resolve," Glenn Hutchinson spoke without a shadow of doubt, as if it were beyond question.
Likewise, Jude Marsh responded with calm determination.
The moment Glenn Hutchinson spoke, the outcome was set.
They were Aaron Doom!
Now, the sword is drawn!
Ready to stain the world with blood!
— End of Chapter 2106 —