Countdown 4 minutes.
Faint breathing sounds were heard through the headphones. Makoto Sakaki was holding an umbrella, dressed in black, with FN57 tucked into his waist, as he walked through the deserted blue-white passage. The lights on both sides could not penetrate the umbrella, and his face disappeared into the darkness, like a funeral procession.
FBI agents were outside trying to rescue him, and no one could have imagined...
He has already come in.
Dense water droplets formed countless silk threads, hitting the umbrella surface.
Intelligence department, connection office, lounge...
Room after room flashed by, and every time Sakaki Makoto saw the nameplate above, he would gently open the door and cast a cold gaze inside.
"We don't need a Gestapo or a secret police. The FBI is moving in that direction. Their job is to deal with criminals, but now they are interested in collecting celebrity scandals and using them as leverage for blackmail. Their disrespect for local law enforcement officials has reached an intolerable level. What we need is cooperation."
This is how a certain US president once described the FBI.
"The FBI's creed is Fidelity, Bravery, and Integrity..."
In the countermeasures analysis room, water droplets falling from the sky wet Lecter's carefully trimmed hair and clothes. He looked like a drowned rat, but his aura was still oppressive.
"Now what do you have?"
He said to himself:
"Hmm..."
"Loyalty, yes, who isn't loyal to money?"
"Being brave doesn't seem to be wrong. For money, you can do anything."
"upright...."
"Yes, you have lost your integrity."
No one heard what he said.
Will and five FBI elites were standing at the door on guard.
At this juncture, could the explosion be a coincidence?
The answer is obvious.
Even though there was chaos outside, Will remained calm.
Under his influence...
The five elites all had serious expressions and held the handles of their guns tightly.
"Three minutes and twenty seconds left."
Vermouth's voice came from the headset:
"You have to hurry. I can see the lights of the patrol car in the distance. They are coming."
With the help of the scope and the high geographical location, it was easier for Vermouth to collect intelligence, even though she was lying in the rain.
Shortly after the explosion...
Boston police seemed outraged.
They cannot stand the feeling of being provoked, and as law enforcers, they represent the "justice" of this city.
"receive."
Sakaki Makoto replied briefly, speeding up.
He didn't have much time to waste on the journey.
The only thing that makes Makoto Sakaki dissatisfied is...
The FN57 pistol he carried had a silencer but no extended magazine.
20 rounds of ammunition are definitely not enough to deal with so many enemies of the FBI.
Fortunately, he did not plan to kill everyone, otherwise he would have used FAMAS to launch an armed raid.
Snap...Snap...
The wading sound attracted the attention of Will and others.
They raised their heads, turned their heads to look at the corner in unison, and raised their pistols at the same time.
A dark shadow flashed around the corner. Will and the others squinted their eyes, and when they saw who it was, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Director Jack, weren't you out directing the troops? Why are you back?"
"I have already arranged everything outside. The injured have been rescued. I can't help much if I stay there..."
Jack returned early with sufficient manpower. He turned around and pointed at the 10 agents behind him and said:
"I was afraid that Sakaki Makoto would infiltrate the headquarters through other means, so I brought reinforcements."
"Very good!"
One agent's eyes lit up:
"With so many people here, even if Sakaki Makoto really comes, we are not afraid of him!"
The elites are the elites, but fear is human instinct when facing unfathomable enemies.
No one is sure.
after all...
Sakaki Makoto is not a fool.
There are only two types of people who dare to raid the FBI headquarters:
1: Fool.
2: Boss.
Now that the first possibility is ruled out...
Do I need to think about the result?
"Everyone, please be fully motivated!"
Jack began to arrange his defensive formation.
They were familiar with the terrain of the General Administration, and they immediately locked onto several important intersections. No matter where Sakaki Makoto appeared from, he would be exposed to their crossfire!
Firepower coverage is their bread and butter.
"Will, where's Dr. Lecter?"
After explaining the tactics, Jack looked around and asked:
"Why don't you see him?"
"He's in the room."
Will rubbed his brows, his head aching slightly:
"Should we call him out?"
"Need not."
Jack shook his head and said:
"How can Dr. Lecter compete with the police?"
"It's clear he can't fight, so it's safer to keep him in the countermeasures analysis room... Hey, what are you doing?"
A man in black who broke away from the team and walked towards him attracted Jack's attention.
Looking at the ID on the other person's chest, he frowned:
"Isobi, why don't you stay at your post as planned?"
"because..."
Sakaki Makoto smiled and suddenly raised his pistol:
"I'm not your subordinate..."
Bang!
The FN57 equipped with a silencer makes a very small sound when the bullet is fired, and under the cover of the automatic sprinkler, it is almost inaudible.
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