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There was a van with the XX Transport Company's logo parked here. As if it had anticipated Lin Zheling's arrival, the door was opened from the side, revealing Jiang Zhentai's ugly face.

Lin Zheling bent down and got into the car. He took the headphones from Jack, who was squatting in front of the LCD screen, and asked, "How is the radio? I installed the eavesdropping device you gave me in the electronic key."

In fact, Jack didn't need to answer. The conversation in the penthouse suite of the hotel could be clearly heard through the headphones.

"It is such an honor that you have mobilized so many people just for a small person like me, and even bothered to come all the way here."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Mingjun's provocative words were responded to by a loud slap in the face and a vulgar remark from an important official, "You cheap thing, you have fallen to this point, and you still dare to talk nonsense."

"Haha, wasn't it your eloquence that convinced me that only by doing whatever it takes to earn dollars can we exchange them for food and solve the problem of hunger?

So I willingly became a low-life drug dealer, and the money went into one person's pocket, am I right?"

"A dog that does what it's told can be so noisy."

Then there were a few loud slaps and the heavy breathing of an important official who was exhausted from doing it himself.

“If it weren’t for you, a mad dog, I would never have been willing to give up the political capital I’ve accumulated over the years.

But it's not bad now. With this billion dollars, my family and I, as well as everyone here, can enjoy the extravagance of decadent ZBism with peace of mind. It's much better than continuing to live in fear in the north, hahahaha.

Now, tell me the whereabouts of Researcher Jin Zhexiu, and I can send you to see your wife and daughter without any hesitation."

After hearing this, Lin Zheling could no longer sit still. He put down his headphones and was about to leave the surveillance car, but was blocked by Jiang Zhentai who was prepared.

"What are you going to do? The enemy's confidants are all up there. Are you planning to go up there and die alone?"

"Then I can't just watch him run away! I must stop this bastard, even if I have to die with him." Lin Zheling said as he tried to pry Jiang Zhentai's hands open.

At this time, Jack also took off his headphones and looked at the two people. With just one sentence, he stopped the two from pushing each other further, "But Zhang Mingjun doesn't seem to want to die together."

He turned on his mobile phone and clicked on a video. In the video, a female anchor from a local TV station was reporting the latest news in a serious tone. An explosion occurred in Pyeongtaek Port an hour ago.

“The trap set by Zhang Mingjun’s men caused heavy losses to the NIS personnel, but the good news is that no VX poison was found at the scene.

But the CIA just sent a secret report that a South Korean police SWAT team lost contact with the headquarters on the way to Pyeongtaek Port and is currently missing. "

Jack paused and tapped his knuckles on the table. "I have reason to suspect that Zhang Mingjun's people will repeat their old tricks and attack here by pretending to be the SWAT team of the Korean police.

Just as they had done in New York, they finally covered their retreat with a spectacular 'explosion'."

"Are you saying they are planning to release VX here?" Jiang Zhentai felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. The good mood that had lasted from last night disappeared in an instant.

Dr. Stanley Goosby, the chemical weapons expert who came specially from the United States, has already explained to everyone the lethality of one kilogram of "VX" poison.

According to the examples he cited, no matter what method the other party used to spread the virus, no living creature would survive within the surrounding few kilometers.

You have to know that this is Gangnam District in Seoul, the most quintessential area of ​​the country, which is roughly equivalent to the center of the universe. "If all the North Korean delegations were killed in a chemical weapons attack, the South Korean authorities would probably not have much energy to track down any terrorists. What do you think?"

Before Jack finished speaking, there was a bang on the door outside the car, and then Ma Xidao opened the door. "Just now, a team of guys wearing SWAT equipment entered the hotel. It looks a bit strange."

"We can't let them detonate the 'VX' bomb in the building." Jiang Zhentai was immediately panicked. He no longer had the mentality of a "daily person" at this moment. This was a major event that concerned thousands of lives.

"Of course." Jack opened the box on the table, inside was a complete set of "SILYNX C4OPS" tactical headset.

"Remember to return it after use. I borrowed it from the navy." He patted the neatly arranged weapon boxes behind him and said, "Pick the equipment you are good at."

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It was indeed dangerous to drag things to this point, but Jack had no choice.

For the FBI or the American authorities, Zhang Mingjun is certainly important and a matter of face, but the key person who must be eliminated as soon as possible is Kim Cheol-soo, a North Korean researcher who has the ability to use ordinary civilian equipment and chemical materials to manufacture "VX".

If such "talents" were to flow to certain "hostile countries", such as Iran, and allow them to acquire the ability to prepare chemical weapons on a large scale and cheaply, that would be absolutely unacceptable to the United States.

For these countries, whether it is nuclear weapons or other "inhumane" weapons of mass destruction, when the Americans say that you have the ability to mass-produce them, it would be better if you really have it, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

A former Iraqi president whose name is similar to Assam Milk Tea said he has a lot to say in this regard.

The OPR, which is responsible for the FBI's internal review, has never taken action against Jon Michaels, the head of the international department who received 1200 million euros. Jack also deliberately revealed to him the information that he was working with Lin Zhering.

As expected, Zhang Mingjun fell into the trap and delivered himself and the ten billion US dollars to the door without hesitation.

Because Jon Michaels told him that the FBI had no interest in him or the money, and there was a high probability that it would be handed over to the North in exchange for some political compromise.

Knowing that the person the FBI really cared about was Kim Cheol-soo, Zhang Mingjun set a trap again. Not only did he deliberately expose Kim Cheol-soo's fake mobile phone number on his own mobile phone, he also had his men deliberately expose their whereabouts at Pyeongtaek Port.

Unfortunately, this time Jack was in the atmosphere, just responding to the changes with the same attitude, waiting for the other party to deliver the goods to his door.

"Facial recognition confirmed that Kim Cheol-su entered the freight elevator with a group of people, suspected of carrying 'dangerous items', and two others went to the machine room on the middle floor between the third and fourth floors."

Justine's voice came from the headphones. Even Jack hadn't heard her strange voice synthesized for a long time.

"Jack, we need to stop them from entering the computer room. Their goal should be to control the building's elevators. If they operate directly from the computer room, their authority is likely to be higher than mine."

"The engine room is left to you two."

Jack snatched the MK46 light machine gun from Ma Xidao's hand and said, "You're not really going to use this in the building, are you?" Then he stuffed an MP7A1 submachine gun into each of his and Jiang Zhentai's hands.

Ma Xidao smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and put several can-shaped MK3A2 offensive grenades into his pocket.

Feeling as if he had awakened something extraordinary in this guy who liked to solve problems with his fists, Jack shook his head, put on a bulletproof vest and inserted a ceramic plate, then rushed to the nearest elevator with Lin Zheling.