Chapter 2287
: Deputy Director of the Intelligence Bureau, James
He looked at the radios with a thoughtful look on his face, and quickly formed a plan for modification in his mind.
"Very good, hurry up." Colonel Coltrane urged again, looking at his watch from time to time, his eyes revealing his anxiety about the passage of time. He knew that every second of delay would bring the terrorists one step closer to their goal.
At this time, Sergei ran to Stonebich again, with a hint of curiosity on his face, and asked the question that had not been answered before: "Tell me honestly, what is your weakness?" There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he seemed to be very interested in this question.
"Brother, stop making trouble." Stonebich said helplessly. He was concentrating on choosing the right weapon and loading bullets at the moment, and had no time to care about Sergei's problem. He did not pause at all, his eyes were fixed on the weapon in his hand, and he carefully checked every part.
"The mission is the most important thing only if you think the boss is right. But if Zaev and Mach's plan succeeds, the fault will be on you." Sergei said seriously while loading bullets into his gun. There was a hint of worry in his tone, and he also tried to make Stonebich understand the seriousness of the current situation.
"What do you mean?" Stonebich raised his head with a puzzled look and asked Sergei. He didn't quite understand the deep meaning of Sergei's words, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"In fact, if we were in your position, we would make the same choice as you." Sergei stopped what he was doing and looked at Stonebeach and explained. His eyes were full of understanding and comfort, trying to let Stonebeach know that he was not alone and that everyone could understand his decision at that time.
"But you are not in that position, so the fault now is mine. It's useless to just say these sarcastic remarks and blame me." Stonebridge said slightly dissatisfiedly. There was a hint of grievance in his tone. After all, he had made a choice in a dilemma at that time.
"I'm trying to comfort you, OK? I'm not accusing you of doing anything wrong." Sergei hurriedly explained. He realized that the way he expressed himself might have caused Stonebich to misunderstand, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his eyes.
"Really? Then why didn't you come to comfort me when you stole the gangster's stolen money?" Stonebeach said coldly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, trying to ease the atmosphere. He knew that Sergei had no ill intentions and just wanted to play a joke on him.
"I was supporting you, bastard." Sergei said angrily. Although he cursed, there was a hint of smile in his eyes. The way he and Stonebeach get along with each other seems to be quarreling, but in fact it is full of deep brotherhood.
"You support me, but you still call me a jerk?" Stonebich asked with a smile. The dissatisfaction on his face had long disappeared, replaced by a relaxed smile. He understood what Sergei meant and felt the friendship between his teammates.
"As long as you understand what I mean." Sergei also laughed. He patted Stonebich's shoulder, and the atmosphere between the two became relaxed.
"I understand, thanks." Stonebich patted Sergei on the shoulder, and then continued to concentrate on loading bullets and organizing weapons. At this time, his heart was full of gratitude to his teammates, and he was more determined to complete the mission.
"Report, we have tracked down Zaev's suspicious whereabouts in Munich. The tracker on Mach is still sending signals to the monitoring device. We can use this signal for counter-tracking." Chettri suddenly reported loudly and excitedly, his voice breaking the busy and slightly dull atmosphere in the armory.
"Is this the place where Zaev has been?" Colonel Coltrane stopped what he was doing and walked over to ask after hearing the report. His eyes revealed a hint of eagerness and expectation, hoping to get more useful information from Chetri.
"Yes, this is his whereabouts in the past twelve hours. The denser the circles on the screen, the longer he stayed there. He was at the gas station before, and a few hours ago he went to the Schwarzer Temple Estate in Munich. According to intelligence, the place is considered a gathering place for rebel groups." Chhetri looked at the dense information on the computer screen while skillfully operating the mouse and introducing the situation in detail. His fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, constantly calling up various relevant data and information.
"Maybe they want to find foreign aid locally." Long Zhan speculated, frowning slightly, his eyes revealing a keen insight into the situation. He knew that the actions of terrorists were often complicated, and every clue might hide a major secret.
"Assuming they really sought foreign aid and their target is Munich, who will be the ultimate beneficiary?" Colonel Coltrane asked with a frown, his eyes full of thought. He tried to sort out the complicated clues and find out the real motives behind the terrorists and the possible masterminds.
"This is too big a scope, sir." Chettri said helplessly. It is indeed a difficult task to find the real mastermind from so many possibilities. He looked at the various data and information on the computer screen and felt a little overwhelmed.
"The extreme rightists in the Islamic State who are trying to seize power may also be arms dealers. Just like the bomb washing machine incident in Germany a few years ago, their purpose was to destroy the stock market. Who knows, the mastermind behind this incident may also be the same type of people." Sergey made a bold guess. He combined previous cases and put forward his own views. His eyes revealed a kind of confidence in analysis and judgment, hoping to provide some ideas for everyone.
"He is moving in the central business district of Munich," Chhetri reported again, nervously staring at the constantly changing signal mark on the screen, not daring to slack off. He knew that this information was crucial to tracking the terrorists' actions. "Cross-check the places in the area that can access municipal facilities." Colonel Coltrane quickly gave the order, his voice firm and decisive. He knew that time was running out and he had to lock on to the enemy's target location as soon as possible to prevent their terrorist attack plan.
"Got it." Chhetri immediately performed a series of complicated operations on the computer. His fingers danced on the keyboard like flying, and his eyes were fixed on the screen, not missing any details. Soon, he found the exact location and said excitedly: "There is an access point in the old stock exchange that is being renovated in the courtyard. Although this place is currently under renovation, Zhiba can still access the main network."
"Well done, let's go, let's go." Colonel Kechuan was overjoyed when he heard the news, and immediately and decisively issued the order to set off. His voice was full of fighting spirit and determination, as if he had already seen the fierce battle with the terrorists that was about to begin. Everyone quickly packed up their equipment and rushed towards the destination. A battle with the terrorists was about to begin. Everyone's heart was filled with tension and expectation. They knew that they were shouldering a major mission and must go all out to prevent the terrorists' conspiracy from succeeding.
In Munich, Germany, a bustling city full of art and history, people are still busy on the streets, enjoying a relaxing afternoon. However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, a crisis that could shake the world is quietly surging like an undercurrent.
Zaev slowly took the escalator from the slightly dim passage of the subway station to the ground. Outside the exit was a crowded and bustling square. The sun shone on the bustling people, who were either rushing on the road, or strolling leisurely, or chatting and laughing in the street cafes, immersed in their own rhythm of life, unaware of the impending danger. Zaev stood there expressionlessly, like a cold statue. His eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, indifferently scanning the crowd surging like a tide in front of him. Gradually, a bit of cruel light appeared in his eyes, as if all the people in front of him were just fish on his chopping board, and slaughtering them all would not move him at all. It was a kind of morbid madness that penetrated into the bone marrow and was creepy. In his distorted cognition, the lives of these innocent people were as light as ants and worthless.
He stood there quietly, staring for a few seconds, as if appreciating the "beautiful" scene that he was about to destroy. Then, he slowly raised his hand and put on a cap, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes. Then, as if he had locked onto a certain target, he walked away in that direction without saying a word, his steps firm and hurried, leaving only a mysterious and dangerous back, gradually disappearing in the crowd.
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At the same time, outside a hidden warehouse, a small helicopter was slowly flying from a distance. The roar of the rotating propeller broke the tranquility of the surroundings. The helicopter slowly landed on the green lawn. The strong wind caused by the rotating rotor blew the surrounding grass leaves all over the place and raised dust. The door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a well-cut suit walked down with steady steps. He was tall and straight, and his every move revealed the majesty of a superior. He had sharp eyes, and he examined the surrounding environment like an eagle, and walked straight towards Colonel Kechuan who was standing not far away.
"The target should be the United Nations Security Conference, which will be held at the Munich International Conference Center this afternoon." Colonel Coltrane was the first to break the silence. His voice was low and powerful, revealing a hint of solemnity. He stared at the middle-aged man who had just got off the plane, trying to catch a hint of importance from his expression.
"It's really a gathering of big names." The man in sunglasses gently took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of deep and sharp eyes, and sighed. He raised his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to penetrate through the layers of buildings, looking at the international conference center where the meeting was about to be held.
"The US Department of Defense officer and the British Deputy Defense Minister will be there," Colonel Coltrane added, emphasizing the severity of the crisis. He knew that if the meeting was attacked by terrorists, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Top-level security, the area outside the venue is like an iron wall. It's obviously not feasible to arrange for a bomber to walk in." The middle-aged man had a serious expression, frowned slightly, and crossed his arms as he analyzed the current situation. He had been working in the intelligence field for many years and was familiar with the security measures for such high-level meetings.
"But they have a Russian network virus device. Once activated, it can paralyze the entire city." Colonel Kechuan said worriedly, with deep wrinkles on his forehead. He knew the power of this network virus device, which would be a nightmare for the city.
"Power and communications are down, and trains are out of service, but this situation shouldn't last long. It's not worth flying all the way here just for this." The middle-aged man didn't seem to take Colonel Coltrane's words seriously, and his tone was a little disapproving. He was considering whether it was worth investing too much energy in such a seemingly short-term crisis.
"There are also surveillance cameras, sir." Long Zhan stepped forward at the right time and added with a serious expression, "After the power outage, the surveillance cameras will also be cut off. In this way, the security manpower will be increasingly stretched. Even if it looks like a solid wall outside, it is not impenetrable. Terrorists are very likely to take this opportunity to launch an attack, causing unpredictable consequences." His eyes were firm and focused, trying to make the middle-aged man realize the key to the problem. He knew that even the slightest omission could lead to disastrous consequences.
"There are too many suspected bomb attacks. This is commonplace for the UN Security Council. Without actual evidence, they will not easily withdraw." The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, as if he was used to this situation. He had seen too many similar threats, and most of them turned out to be false alarms.
"You are the deputy director of the British Intelligence Agency. They will definitely believe what you say. We need armed support to prevent the launch of the hegemony. This is a top priority." Stonebridge said with a serious expression, staring at the middle-aged man, and said in a firm tone. His eyes revealed a firm determination. In order to stop the terrorist attack, he would do anything.
"That'll have to wait. I need to ask my superiors for instructions." The deputy director of intelligence finally gave in, but still had reservations. He knew very well that an operation of this level needed to be approved by various levels and could not be decided on his own.
"Understood." Colonel Coltrane nodded slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He understood that time was running out and every second was crucial, but rules were rules, and he could only wait.
"You've been doing this behind my back for a long time, haven't you?" The deputy director of intelligence suddenly changed the subject and stared at Colonel Coltrane sharply. There was suspicion in his eyes, as if he had already noticed some of Colonel Coltrane's little moves. (End of this chapter)