Chapter 885 (1/2)

Night is twining around Los Angeles, and the bright neon will make this prosperous city a city that never sleeps.

The cool sea breeze swept the streets and dissipated the heat accumulated during the day. The crowd in the street corners and alleys did not decrease at all, and was spread out by the halo of car lights.

This is the economic and cultural center of the west coast of North America. The peace for hundreds of years has accumulated unimaginable wealth here. Even though there have been some small twists and turns recently, people's faces have not been covered with solemn clouds.

No matter who belongs to any ethnic group, people are proud of this city from the bottom of their hearts and believe that tomorrow will be better.

Late at night belongs to Venice street.

Because of the recent attacks, the defense around the new embassy has been adjusted. After consulting the White House, f assigned a number of agents to assist the Los Angeles police in investigating terrorist attacks in the parade, while the remaining agents were replaced by CIA.

In his black coat, Brad leaned against the door of the car. Because the target has been in the embassy these days, as Lawrence's right-hand man, he temporarily took over the defense work of the embassy.

Looking at the light in the embassy, Brad could not help feeling a little bored.

Even the most arrogant terrorist can not have the strength and courage to collide with the new embassy jointly guarded by F and CIA. The support helicopter is on standby at the apron of F branch office, and there is a sniper team of f not far away. It is no exaggeration to say that the security level here is second only to three places.

The Pentagon, the White House, and Congress.

Like the door god, CIA agent standing opposite him handed out the cigarette and grinned.

”Smoking”

”thank you.”

Brad took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit the cigarette. Agent CIA, who handed him a cigarette, couldn't wait to borrow the lighter, lit one for himself and puffed out a cigarette ring.

”My name is Evan Keynes, and you”

”Brad Wayne.”

”How many missions?” Keyes asked.

”I don't remember.” Brad shook his head.

There was a trace of surprise on Keyes's face, and then there was a look of interest.

”No, thanks, you must be an old man, have you ever been to Iraq”

”no, my job is mainly at home.” Brad shook his head.

He had begun to feel that the man in front of him had some nagging. However, this Mr. Keynes did not have the slightest consciousness. Instead, he did not stop talking. Instead, he told a vivid story about his service life in Iraq.

”I've been there, it's terrible, it's full of sand, camels, and bombs”

Brad frowned slightly as he listened to his colleague's voice.

Smoking doesn't matter, but it's not good to chat during duty. Anyone with a little experience knows that chatting can distract attention and weaken the ability to respond to unexpected situations. Although I don't think anything will happen, attitude is a key issue.

Brad can now conclude that eight out of ten of this agent is new. 80% of the reasons for withdrawing from the front line were that the chatter seriously affected the task.

Looking across the street, Brad selectively ignored him.