Chapter 720： Mutual exchange

When Vice President Andrew Van Buren kindly walked side by side toward a podium with a handsome man in a white robe, a middle-aged reporter wearing a "World News" work card shouted loudly with a recording pen. : "Mr. Vice President, I heard that you are a supporter of a terrorist organization in the Middle East and that your son was photographed while dealing with those terrorists. Is this true?"

The questioning of the middle-aged reporter quieted all around suddenly, and everyone was staring at the expression of the middle-aged reporter. This was a serious allegation, especially when Vice President Andrew was meeting as the “Prince of Peace” in the Middle East.

If this middle-aged reporter can't produce evidence, his end can be imagined.

The middle-aged reporter seemed to enjoy the surprised look around him. He looked like a rookie, smiled, took out a stack of photos from his pocket, raised his hand, and shouted at Andrew who was moving slowly: "I Here is a picture of your son Grover van Buren trading with terrorists. Do you have anything to say? Or do you want to say that you know nothing about what your son is doing? "

Just when the middle-aged reporter was proudly looking at the back of Vice President Andrew in a fence, a tabloid reporter wearing a stubble and wearing a photography vest fell over the middle-aged reporter and scattered the photos in his hands. Come on.

At this time, the situation on the scene was a bit uncontrollable, and all the media reporters gathered in that small position, trying to **** those photos that were destined to be big news. As some casual agents started to enter the field, they were also grabbing those photos.

Although these reporters haven't figured out exactly what happened inside, they don't prevent them from believing in the authenticity of those photos.

As a group of media reporters huddled together, the middle-aged reporter quietly left the chaotic crowd.

He threw away the jacket he had taken off inside, walked away from a TV photographer with a coverall, and took a baseball cap out of his pocket and put it on his head. He looked calmly and stomped on the other side. The battle group is like a busy casual worker.

Alvin was sitting in the car, holding a small telescope in his hand, watching the middle-aged reporter actually walked into the makeup van of the TV station after watching a lively moment, and when he came out, he was already a white-collar elite wearing a suit, oil, and flour .

Looking at the slightly proud Raymond, Alvin said with a smile: "This is your plan? Find a" reporter "to distribute the picture?"

Raymond smiled and shook his head and said, "This is just the beginning, but it's the vice president. It's just a few photos that can't bother him too much.

By that time, as long as he sends his son to the CIA to take up a position, he can have a way to clear up these troubles, and maybe make a little money ... "

Alvin frowned a little, and said, "This guy is really dirty, and he is giving him a great look!"

Talking about Alvin mobilizing a few rarely used crows, hovering over the somewhat embarrassed Vice President for a while, and delivered a lot of "guano bombs" by the way!

The "Prince of Peace" in the Middle East looked at Vice President Andrew with a bit of suspicion, stopped and waited for the other party to give a "reasonable explanation."

Just as he watched the embarrassing Vice President Andrew walking towards himself under the protection of the bodyguards, the "Prince of Peace" suddenly found that he seemed to have no energy.

The prince who devoted his life to bringing peace to the Middle East exploded a gorgeous blood flower on his chest, and a large swath of blood stained his white robe.

The Prince's bodyguards surrounded the host in despair, pulled out their arms and stared at Vice President Andrew, who was also surrounded by bodyguards.

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In the presidential suite of a high-end hotel in the distance, the real vice president Andrew Van Buren looked at the chaos on the monitor and said to a white-haired old man next to him: "What now? I just dare not Imagine what the newspaper will write tomorrow? What the **** is going on? "

The old white-haired man calmly looked at the picture on the monitor, and suddenly took out the phone and dialed out, "Let your agents find a chance to shoot at the" Vice President ... "

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"Don't worry about those, just hit him, don't forget we are on one side ..."

It was not half a minute before the white-haired old man put down the phone. A gunshot rang out among the rally. A group of "Vice President" Andrew, who was surrounded by secret services, was suddenly shot to the ground and fell to the ground.

This terrible situation obviously drives everyone crazy. Is the vice president and a big man from the Middle East assassinated in the United States at the same time worse than anything now?

The white-haired old man in the hotel's presidential suite calmly directed the action on the scene. Until the "Vice President" and "Prince of Peace" were carried to the ambulance, he looked at Andrew Van Buren and said: " You go to the hospital now, I contacted the doctor there and you need to show a serious injury.

I have to deal with things outside, and remember to call Grover, he needs to disappear for a while! "

Andrew looked at the white-haired old man angrily and said, "Someone shot and killed the" Prince of Peace. "Now they even took out a photo of Grover, and our opponent looked a bit can't wait."

The old white-haired man nodded his head sternly, saying, "It looks like those people have gotten enough benefits in Stark's new energy project, and the interests of the Middle East can no longer impress them.

You don't care about other things. I will call Manchu and he will be happy to take the charge of assassination, so that you can at least maintain a little image in front of the media. "

Andrew frowned and hammered heavily on a table in front of him, saying, "What shall we do now? Can we just wait like this?"

The old white-haired man nodded slightly and said, "As long as the guy named Kirian can kill Tony Stark, we still have a chance.

As long as we have grasped Pepper Poz, we can pull everyone into the feast of the Stark Group.

This is our only opportunity ... "

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Bob Lee Swag leaned against the wall and stared at an apartment building not far away.

Now the speech over there is about to start, but he still hasn't found the sniper trace, but Bob instinctively feels that this is the most dangerous place.

Just as the noise came faintly in the distance, Bob suddenly noticed that the curtain of the third room on the left side of the third floor in the apartment building suddenly shaken, just as the curtain floated, he saw Reached a muzzle.

Bob almost instinctively rushed to the apartment building. He rushed out, dialed out the phone, and shouted, "Sniper, found sniper, pay attention to the insider who searched the room ..."

It took about 15 seconds for Bob to rush to the door of the target apartment, as he kicked him on the door, a clear gunshot came out.

Bob, who broke into the room, was surprised to see a familiar sniper rifle, L115A3, on a table near the window. This is his personal firearm, but why is he here, and there is a Cartridge case after launch.

Bob instinctively felt that he was being fooled. The two cripples known as the CIA must have regarded themselves as scapegoats.

Just when Bob wanted to search carefully, two policemen in police uniforms broke in from outside. The two policemen were taken aback by the contents of the room. They drew a pistol and shouted at Bob loudly. : "Raise your hands, raise your hands!

FUCK, what have you done? Raise your hand up! "

Bob raised his hand obediently and shouted, "I just arrived here, and someone shot a shot here, but it wasn't me. I was invited by the CIA to search for snipers.

I have my phone in my pocket, and there is a call history with that CIA agent.

I ordered your police to search here a few times, but you didn't do anything, you have traitors inside! "

The two policemen glanced at each other, and then stared at Bob at the same time and shouted: "This is our jurisdiction, except here we will not have anyone here.

And the CIA has no jurisdiction here, our boss, Director George!

Bastard, raise your hands! You have been arrested! "

Bob was disappointed and found himself the stupidest scapegoat. The other person had done everything for himself and waited for this idiot to jump in.

Looking at the two policemen with tense expressions in front of him, Bob nodded his head gently, then turned his back to them while holding his head with both hands, and said, "Okay, okay, I don't resist, you can come and wear me Handcuffed, then we can go to the police station, and I will definitely make things clear! "

Just when one of the policemen took out his handcuffs and wanted to come forward ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Bob was struggling on the table with his rifle, and then he was stunned by two policemen. The moment, like a diving athlete, rushed out of the window with his head and feet.

In mid-air, Bob adjusted his body's angle as soon as he was about to land, and dropped his shoulder on the roof of a car.

The huge impact flattened the unfortunate car. Bob could not feel the huge impact on his body. He quickly turned his body and flashed to the side of the car. The cat hid his waist and avoided the two police pistols in the upstairs window. bullet.

Facing this unfavorable situation, Bob calmly counted the number of bullets fired by the police. When he reached a node, Bob rushed out without hesitation and ran towards a sparsely alley.

Just as Bob was about to hit the alley, Timmons came out from behind a trash can with a pistol and blocked Bob in front of him, shouting loudly, "Do not move ..."

At this time, Bob showed the super mental quality of a super sniper. He looked at Timmons's muzzle, and only changed his footsteps a little while running, and approached the nervous Timmons.

Facing the fierce Bob Timmons, he fired decisively, but unfortunately his bullet just flew over Bob's shoulder.

By the time he was thinking of firing a second shot, Bob had broken into his arms, his shoulders against his armpits, and a heavy blow to Timmons's stomach.

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Alvin looked at the chaos not far from him in surprise. He didn't know what to say. When he wanted to say something to Raymond, his phone rang ...

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