Chapter 890 - The Value of the Chips (1/2)
When the embassy was hit by the “missile”, Venice Street erupted. A corner of the embassy was cut off, exposing the steel beams inside. The splattered concrete blocks even hit the armored vehicles on the street, showing their powerful force.
The soldiers leaning behind the armored vehicles peeked out and looked at the chaotic embassy and exclaimed, “WTF? What was that?”
“A missile? Or something else?”
“It didn’t seem like it… Do you not think it looked like a person?”
If it weren’t for the police’s desperate attempt to stop the mob, those eager reporters would’ve rushed into the embassy to find out what it was. They were keen to know what exactly hit the embassy and they had every reason to believe that the audience waiting in front of the TV was also keen to know the truth.
The SWAT team leaned against the door of the embassy. Their automatic rifles were already loaded. They were just waiting for the commander to make an order before rushing in to teach the terrorists who had previously embarrassed them a lesson. However, Los Santos Sheriff Michael Williams appeared to be quite hesitant.
He didn’t obtain authorization from the Capital.
Or, the Capital didn’t receive authorization from Xin.
Lawrence leaned against the street light and pressed his phone to his ear. This was already the tenth call he received. Half the calls came from the Capital and half came from the FBA. Everyone had the same questions: What happened? What actually hit the embassy? Are the people in the embassy still alive?
As well as…
Did a war start?
Lawrence noticed the people outside the cordon hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation with the corner of his eye. Many people were busy uploading their captured photos to Twitter or Facebook, sharing their shock from that moment.
“I swear! I just saw it! It definitely wasn’t a missile. It was a man! No, it’s Iron Man! Jesus! This is crazy!”
“…Do superheroes really exist?”
“Why are our police still not moving? What are they waiting for?!”
Lawrence withdrew his gaze and sighed, turning his gaze to the half-collapsed embassy and praying.
[Please let everything be okay…]
…
Smoke blew out from the muzzle. Jiang Chen put away his tactical rifle and deactivated his power armor.
Having obtained the information he wanted, Jiang Chen naturally didn’t need Cham Rothschild to live anymore. As a distant member of the Rothschild family, his blood was separated from Carmen by more than three generations. He didn’t have any value as a bargaining chip.
As a Gatekeeper, he knew much more than Jiang Chen imagined.
Every time the Freemasonry Level 33 members held a secret meeting, he stood at the doorway of the conference room. Although he didn’t deliberately explore the contents of the meetings, he still had a very clear understanding of the list of the Level 33 members and the location of the meetings.
After taking out his satellite phone, Jiang Chen put the rifle aside and sat on the sofa, dialing Ayesha’s number.
“Are you okay?!”
There was a rare anxiety and panic in Ayesha’s voice.
Hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Chen smiled with relief.
“I’m fine. The crisis at the embassy has been dealt with. In addition, I’ve obtained a lot of interesting intelligence from the Gatekeeper.”
Ayesha made a sigh of relief and whispered in a blaming voice, “Next time… don’t do this.”
“Don’t worry, I know my limits,” Jiang Chen said carelessly, leaning against the cushion on the sofa. He then said, “The rest of my job is to tie the loose ends. I need you to send more people to Europe. It’s time for this to end.”