Chapter 888 - Hard Landing (1/2)

“Will he go?” Sitting across from Cham, Gasol, the deputy captain of the team, asked in a deep voice.

“The probability is fifty percent, but it’s worth a bet.” Cham glanced at the machine gun placed on the window. “After all, we have no better choice.”

The embassy was surrounded by the SWAT. The muzzles mounted on the armored vehicles could be seen from the outside door, and even armed soldiers had shown up at the scene. If it was not for the fact that Jiang Chen and Xin diplomats weren’t in the embassy, forcing the Capital to remain extra cautious, the nature of never-compromising terrorists meant they would’ve already stormed in otherwise.

“If he went…” Gasol grinned. He seemed to be laughing, but there was a difference.

Cham laughed and leaned his rifle against the side of the chair.

“Steven will wipe our butt for us.”

As if he had already decided on his fate, the two men smiled, except they hadn’t given their own destiny the slightest consideration.

From the moment they came to Los Santos, they hadn’t planned on going back alive. For the gatekeeper, killing Jiang Chen meant he fulfilled his mission. He was worthy of the Rothschild’s last name and worthy of the significance that the Freemasonry gave him.

For Poison Arrow… they fought for faith and revenge.

“What about this person?” Gasol pointed his chin at Zhu Yu, who was lying in a pool of blood.

Because she wasn’t bandaged, the agent with excessive blood loss was barely alive. Without any medical attention, she might die soon.

Cham tapped on the railing with his finger, thought for a moment, and opened the headset.

The phone soon switched on, and Cham said slowly, “You have 30 minutes left. Maybe I need to remind you that our patience is limited.”

After the Peerless ability was activated, emotions were stripped from the body and Jiang Chen said expressionlessly, “Oh.”

Cham raised his eyebrows because Jiang Chen’s tone was unpredictable.

“In thirty minutes, if you haven’t appeared yet—”

“Five minutes is enough.”

The communication ended, and Cham paused and looked at Gasol.

“What’s wrong?” Gasol asked.

“I feel something is wrong,” Cham frowned.

…

Aurora-20, soaring above the clouds, didn’t attract the attention of the radar. After ending communication, Jiang Chen pulled up the throttle valve. Under his operation, the vortex engine began to decelerate, and the Aurora-20 also switched from flight mode to a vertical suspension mode.

The horizontal speed dropped to zero.

Jiang Chen reached out and unlocked the nylon buckle on his body, liberating himself from the shackles of the pilot’s seat.

The crimson red faded from his pupil, and his Peerless state was deactivated in an instant. Jiang Chen reached out to the control and threw the fighter plane into the storage dimension.

The cold air turbulence covered his body and he didn’t stay in the air for too long. In the next moment, he traveled to the apocalypse, and he touched the soft bed behind him.

The T-3 power armor was placed on the side of the bed. It was equipped with an anti-radar coating and exuded a touch of bright silver. The legs and feet were equipped with anti-impact modules, with a propulsion jetpack on the back. After he put on the power armor, he took a deep breath and disappeared from the room.

On Venice Street, the reporters’ cameras were all pointed at the occupied embassy far away and they were discussing the situation in front of the cameras. Los Santos police stood behind the police cars, clueless about what to do and they watched the SWAT, FBA and CIB agents who were equally at a loss.

Not far away, the UA military was holding a combat conference, but half an hour already passed since they first stepped out from the Osprey transport plane. There was still no action.

The Colombian TV reporter, Baine, kneeled on the side of the road and finished the hot dog in his hand swiftly. He wiped the grease from his hands and was just about to return to the camera when he heard a humming sound in the air.

Baine looked up into the clear night sky and thought for a moment.

He didn’t remember how many times this happened. The UA military’s F35 screeched past Los Santos, but it often returned to the nearby air base after only a brief hover. Maybe they thought this could pressure the terrorists? Or maybe this would let the people know that the federal government wasn’t just doing nothing.

But the truth was that they were doing nothing.

According to the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations, embassy enjoyed a high degree of diplomatic immunity. In the absence of Xin’s authorization, breaking into the embassy wasn’t permitted, even if it was for rescue and attacking terrorists.