All the escort officers gathered in the office began to clench their fists unconsciously.
Several people have already started to organize their weapons and equipment.
Everyone understood that this mission would not be easy.
Seeing that everyone stopped talking, Milovich understood that everyone agreed with his plan.
He said nothing more and went out to communicate with the warden about the plan to let the prison guards take charge of attracting attention.
At the same time, in an ordinary house in Rio de Janeiro, several serious-looking agents from the Second Section of the Logistics Department were also paying close attention to this escort mission.
"Sir, through telephone monitoring, Milovic, who is in charge of the escort mission, just proposed to McGuire to change the escort plan, but McGuire refused."
"Oh! How does he want to change the plan?"
"Millovic hoped to have the prison guards pretend to be escorts and escort the prison van to attract everyone's attention, while they used their own car to secretly send the Eddie brothers to the court."
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"Do you think this plan is feasible?"
“It seems feasible, but the risk is too high and they will be in great trouble if they are discovered.
Because it is difficult for them to get timely support.”
"Then do you think this Milovich has other intentions?"
"Sir, do you mean that he might have deliberately weakened the escort force?"
"No, it's too early to draw conclusions now. We can't tell who is a human and who is a ghost.
But time will tell.”
"But now that McGuire has rejected Mirovich's proposal to change the plan, he can only follow the original plan!
Why don't we send someone to help make sure the Eddie brothers go to trial?"
"Haha... that's not necessarily true, Milovich is not a guy who likes to follow orders.
McGuire also knew very well what kind of person Mirovich was. When he refused the other party to change the plan, he knew that the other party would definitely act according to his own ideas.
Let the people who are monitoring McGuire keep a close eye on him to see if he will pass on the information.
As for sending help, forget it; that is not our mission."
"Sir, I really don't understand. Since Brother Eddie is about to be sent to a military court for trial, and we have received intelligence that someone is going to attack Brother Eddie, shouldn't we report this intelligence?
Is it enough to let the escort team be more vigilant, increase the escort force, and allow these two bastards to be tried smoothly?
Why don't we do this, but just stand aside and watch everything happen?
Do the higher-ups want Brother Eddie to be shot to death by those guys who want revenge?"
"Who told you that the people who are targeting Eddie's brothers now are all looking for revenge on them?"
"Isn't it?"
"Haha...it's not that simple.
Although the Eddie family was stunned by the sudden attack, they did not react for a while.
With our help, the power of the police club was quickly eliminated. But who told you that they were defeated just like that? "
"Could it be that the Eddy family has some hidden tricks up their sleeve?"
"Haha... Let's wait and see what happens. Regardless of whether the Eddie Family has other backup plans, the current lively situation is obviously abnormal."
Soon, another person opened the door and reported:
"Sir, McGuire just called a hotel."
"hostel?"
"Yes, we didn't know the people in this hotel."
"What was the call about?"
"The escort team will secretly escort the Eddie brothers in a small car to the military court for trial."
“Hehe…it looks like McGuire and I came to the same conclusion.
He knows Milovitch very well!"
"Sir, what do we do now?"
"Find out right away who is in this hotel and what their purpose is?"
"Yes, sir!"
Everyone in the prison was ready. Prison guards disguised as escorts sat in four cars and surrounded a prison van in the middle.
As the prison gate slowly opened, the prison guards responsible for maintaining security outside drove the reporters and civilians who were blocking the door to both sides, making room for the middle aisle to facilitate the smooth departure of vehicles.
As the prison van appeared, the crowd at the door burst into even more intense shouts, everyone shouted slogans in unison, and some people kept throwing stones or garbage at the prison van.
The prison guards on both sides who were responsible for maintaining order quickly raised their spears and tried their best to maintain order and prevent the crowd from rushing into the convoy.
Reporters also pointed their cameras at the prison van from time to time, hoping to capture some of the Eddie brothers' appearance.
But the escort personnel were well prepared for this; the windows of the prison van had already been sealed shut, making it impossible to see the situation inside the van clearly.
With prison guards maintaining order, the prison van was about to break through the crowd's blockade and enter the highway.
A group of crazy people began to rush towards the vehicles parked on the roadside. Even many people who did not have vehicles rode their horses and began to follow closely behind the escort convoy.
The escort convoy that entered the highway did not dare to stop at all. The drivers stepped on the accelerator hard, and the vehicles emitted clouds of black smoke, trying to quickly escape from these crazy people.
But since he was a crazy person, how could he get away so easily? More and more people joined the ranks of chasing the escort team.
The prison gate, which had seemed overcrowded at first, soon had only two or three kittens left.
Less than ten minutes after everyone's attention was drawn to the prison van, two cars and a truck drove out of the prison again.
This convoy followed the departing prison van convoy, advanced two or three kilometers, and then turned to another road.
The officers in charge of leading the prison van to attract attention were from the prison's bomb squad. The squad leader was a middle-aged Italian man. The warden's order to him was to attract the bored crowd outside the prison who wanted to see the traitor with their own eyes.
Yes, it was a bored crowd. Neither Milovich nor the warden told the bomb-proof captain named Anthony that they might face an attack.
He thought his mission was to lead the bored crowd blocking the prison gate out of the prison and allow the real prisoners to go to court for trial smoothly.
So, in his opinion, this task was very easy.
But just five or six kilometers after he left the prison, an oncoming large truck directly crashed into the lead vehicle in their convoy.
They were stopped directly on the road.
Then more than thirty gunmen jumped out from the side of the road and began to frantically fire at the entire convoy.
Anthony, who had just gotten out of the car and was about to check what was going on in the lead car that had the accident, was instantly stunned.
Fortunately, he was a trained professional. Although he didn't know why he was attacked, he reacted immediately and shouted to the people behind him:
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Then he began to lie on the ground and quickly fired back at the gunmen on both sides.
Although his reaction was not slow, the other party was obviously well prepared. As soon as the first gunshot was heard, the more than 30 gunmen did not stop firing their weapons.
The reason why he was given reaction time was because the gunmen’s first target was not them, but the prison van in the convoy.
Their prison van was not bulletproof at all, so in just a dozen seconds, the prison van became riddled with holes and was unbearable to look at.
The two policemen who were driving the prison van were also killed instantly.
The bored crowd that had been following the convoy were so frightened by this scene that they quickly fled away, fearing that they would be caught in the disaster.
However, many brave reporters raised their cameras like cats that smelled blood.
Anthony and others who were lying on the ground were unable to organize an effective counterattack.
Because they were not prepared for this attack at all, everyone thought it was just an action to divert the attention of reporters and never thought that they would be attacked.
The gunmen who launched the attack had a clear target. After stopping the vehicle, in addition to suppressing the escort personnel, all their firepower was immediately concentrated on the prison van.
As the prison van was hit by two grenades and a violent explosion occurred, the attackers' attack came to an end and they began to retreat in an orderly manner.
During the entire process, Anthony and other prison guards were almost always suppressed and beaten. Only after the attackers achieved their goal and retreated in batches did they have the opportunity to re-examine the situation on the entire battlefield.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but once you do, Anthony is almost in tears. Except for the two police officers responsible for driving the prison van who died on the spot, everyone else in his bomb disposal team was injured.
The prison van they were responsible for escorting had been blown to the ground and was engulfed in flames. The entire van was surrounded by fire.
Anthony had no time to think and could only shout to the people around him to help put out the fire.
At this time, several reporters had already bravely rushed to Anthony, looking at the prisoner car burning in the flames, and asked:
"Mr. Policeman, there is no one in the prison van you are escorting. Can you tell me where Brother Eddie is now?"
Anthony was furious when he heard this question and yelled at the reporter:
"Didn't you see we were attacked just now?
My brother is still lying in a pool of blood, and you actually come over and ask me where those two bastards are?
You bastards, get out of here right now, or I'll arrest you as criminals who attacked the police."
The reporter didn't feel scared at all. He continued to take pictures of the entire convoy and asked:
"Mr. Policeman, during the gangster attack just now, you were completely unable to organize an effective defense. Doesn't this mean that your combat effectiveness is too low?
Do we have reason to be concerned about your ability to maintain law and order?"
After hearing this, Anthony wanted to shoot the damn reporter to death.
But he knew that these were just thoughts.
While the fighting was in full swing here, on another road less than two blocks away, the escort team led by Milovic was moving quickly through the streets and alleys.
The gunshots here naturally reached Milovic's ears, which made all the escort personnel more nervous.
Fortunately, they changed their plans, otherwise, they would be the ones being attacked now.
The team member who was driving said to Milovic with lingering fear:
"Boss, it's a good thing we listened to you and changed our plan, otherwise we would be in trouble."
Hearing this, Milovich glared at the other party with a serious expression and said:
"Don't be happy too soon. The enemy is not stupid. They will find out something is wrong soon after launching the attack.
Until we can successfully bring the prisoner to the military court, we are not safe. It is up to us to do what we can. Be vigilant, our plan is not foolproof."
After hearing Milovic's words, everyone looked serious and began to check their equipment, preparing for the attack that might come at any time.
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