Chapter 884 - Burning (1/2)

Nightfall covered Los Santos. The bright neon lights turned this bustling city into a city that never sleeps. The corners of the streets remained crowded even deep into the night.

The cool sea breeze swept through the streets, blowing away the heat of the day.

This was the center of economy and culture on North America’s west coast. Due to centuries of peace, they had accumulated unimaginable wealth there. Even if there had been slight unrest in recent days, there was no concern on people’s faces.

Regardless of their membership of any ethnic groups, people were proud of this city from the bottoms of their hearts and believed tomorrow would be better.

Venice Street.

Because of the recent attacks, the defense around the Xin Embassy was adjusted. After consulting the Capital, the FBA assigned some agents to assist the Los Santos police in investigating the terrorist attack that occurred during the protest, and the missing agents were replaced by the CIB.

Wearing a black coat, Brad leaned against the car. Because the target had been in the embassy these days, Brad temporarily took over the security work of the embassy as a top man working under Lawrence.

Looking at the lights in the embassy, Brad felt a little bored.

Even the most maddening terrorists wouldn’t have the abilities or guts to rush into the Xin Embassy protected by the FBA and the CIB. Support helicopters were on standby at the FBA’s landing pad, and FBA sniper team was also deployed not far away. It was no exaggeration to say that the security level here was only inferior to one place.

The Capital.

The CIB detective who was standing opposite him handed him a cigarette and grinned.

“Do you smoke?”

“Thank you.”

Brad took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. He took out a lighter and lit the cigarette. The CIB agent who handed him the cigarette couldn’t wait to borrow a lighter and lit one himself. Then he blew out a smoke ring in enjoyment.

“My name is Ivan Keynes. Yours?”

“Brad Wayne.”

“How many times have you been on missions like these?” asked Keynes.

“I don’t remember.” Brad shook his head.

There was a slight change in Keynes’s expression, and a very intrigued look emerged.

“Don’t remember? Sh*t, you must be an experienced guy. Have you been to Iraq?”

“No, my tasks are mainly domestic.” Brad shook his head.

He already felt the person in front of him was too chatty. However, Mr. Keynes didn’t realize it himself. Not only did he not stop the conversation, but he vividly talked about his service in Iraq.

“I’ve been there. It’s terrible. There’s countless amount of sand, camels, and bombs everywhere…”

Brad frowned slightly as he listened to the voice.

It didn’t matter if people smoked, but chatting on duty wasn’t very good. People with a little bit of experience knew chatting could be distracting and slow the response time to unexpected situations. Although he didn’t think anything would happen, attitude was a key issue.

Brad could conclude with confidence that the agent was a rookie. The reason why he left from the frontline was mostly because of this blabbering nature that could’ve seriously interfered with the mission.

Turning his gaze to the street across from him, Brad selectively ignored him.