A van with the XX Transport Company logo painted on it was parked. As if anticipating Lin Zheling's arrival, the door was pulled open from the side, revealing Jiang Zhentai's ungainly face.
Lin Zheling stooped and climbed into the car. He took the headphones from Jack, who was squatting in front of the LCD screen, and asked, "How's the radio? I installed the eavesdropping device you gave me in the electronic key."
Jack didn't need to answer; the conversation in the hotel's penthouse suite could already be clearly heard through the headphones.
"It's really an honor. Just for a small person like me, you have mobilized such a large force and even troubled you to come from afar."
"Pa!"
Zhang Mingjun's provocative words were responded to by a loud slap and the vulgar words of an important official, "You cheap thing, you have fallen to this point, and you still dare to talk nonsense."
"Haha, wasn't it your eloquence that made me believe that only by doing all kinds of things to make dollars can we exchange them for food and solve the problem of hunger?
So I willingly became a despicable drug dealer, but in the end the money went into someone's pocket. Am I right?"
"A dog that obeys orders is so noisy."
Then there were several more loud slaps and the heavy breathing of an important official who was exhausted from doing it himself.
"If it weren't for you, you mad dog, I wouldn't have given up the political capital I've accumulated over the years.
But now it's all good. With this billion dollars, my family, everyone here, and I can enjoy the extravagance of decadent socialism in peace. It's much better than living in fear back north, hahahaha.
Now, tell me where Researcher Kim Cheol-soo is, and I'll happily send you to your wife and daughter."
Hearing this, Lin Zheling couldn't sit still anymore. He put down his headphones and was about to leave the surveillance car, but was blocked by the prepared Jiang Zhentai.
"What are you going to do? That's full of their trusted aides. Are you planning to go up there and die alone?"
"Then I can't just watch him get away like that! I have to stop that bastard, even if it means dying with him." Lin Zheling said, trying to pry Jiang Zhentai's hands away.
At this moment, Jack also took off his headphones and looked at the two men. With a single word, he stopped the shoving. "But Jang Myung-jun doesn't seem to want to die together."
He opened his phone and clicked on a video. A local TV anchorwoman was solemnly reporting the latest news: an explosion had occurred at Pyeongtaek Harbor an hour earlier.
"The trap set by Jang Myung-jun's men caused heavy losses to the NIS, but the good news is that no VX was found at the scene.
However, the CIA just sent a confidential report that a South Korean SWAT team lost contact with headquarters on their way to Pyeongtaek Harbor and is currently missing."
Jack paused, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table. "I have reason to suspect Jang Myung-jun's men will repeat their old tactics and attack here, posing as a South Korean SWAT team.
Just like they did in New York, they'll use a spectacular 'explosion' to cover their retreat."
"Are you saying they're planning to release VX here?" Jiang Zhentai felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. The good mood that had lasted until last night was instantly wiped out.
Dr. Stanley Goosby, the chemical weapons expert who had flown in from the United States, had already explained the lethality of one kilogram of VX.
Based on the examples he'd cited, no matter how the enemy deployed it, no living creature would survive within a few kilometers.
Remember, this was Gangnam District in Seoul, the most quintessential area of the country, roughly equivalent to the center of the universe.
"If the entire North Korean delegation were killed in a chemical weapons attack, the South Korean authorities wouldn't have much energy left to pursue any terrorists. What do you think?"
Jack had barely finished his words when there were knocks on the car door. Ma Xidao then opened it. "A team of guys in SWAT gear just entered the hotel. Something's amiss."
"We can't let them detonate a VX bomb in the building." Jiang Zhentai panicked. He hadn't the slightest bit of a "living life" mentality left in him. This was a matter of grave concern, affecting the lives of thousands.
"Of course." Jack opened the box on the table, revealing a complete set of SILYNX C4OPS tactical headsets.
"Remember to return them after use. I borrowed them from the Navy." He patted the neatly arranged weapons boxes behind him. "Pick the equipment you're comfortable with." It was indeed dangerous
to
let things drag on to this point, but Jack had no choice.
For the FBI and the American authorities, Zhang Mingjun is certainly important and a matter of face, but Kim Chol-su, the North Korean researcher who was able to produce VX using common civilian equipment and chemical materials, is the key to their swift elimination.
If such "talent" were to fall into the hands of a "hostile nation," such as a certain country, and acquire the ability to mass-produce chemical weapons cheaply and on a large scale, this would be absolutely unacceptable to the Americans.
For these countries, whether it's nuclear weapons or other "inhumane" weapons of mass destruction, when the Americans claim you have mass production capabilities, they better actually do; otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
A former Iraqi president with a name similar to Assam Milk Tea has expressed his opinions on this matter.
The OPR, the agency responsible for the FBI's internal review, has yet to take action against Jon Michaels, the director of the International Division, who received €12 million. Jack even deliberately leaked information to him about his collaboration with Lin Zheling.
Zhang Mingjun, as expected, walked right into the trap, handing himself and the billion dollars to the door without hesitation.
Because Jon Michaels told him the FBI had no interest in him or the money, and it was highly likely they would hand it over to the North in exchange for some political compromise.
Knowing the FBI's real interest was Kim Chol-soo, Jang Myeong-jun set another trap. Not only did he deliberately expose Kim Chol-soo's fake phone number on his own phone, he also had his men deliberately reveal their whereabouts at Pyeongtaek Port.
Unfortunately, Jack was in the atmosphere this time, simply staying calm and waiting for the enemy to deliver the goods.
"Facial recognition confirmed Kim Chol-soo. He and a group of people entered the freight elevator, suspected of carrying 'dangerous goods.' Two others went to the machine room between the third and fourth floors."
Justine's voice came through the headset. Even Jack hadn't heard her strange voice synthesized in a long time.
"Jack, we need to stop them from entering the computer room. Their goal should be to control the elevators in the building. If they operate directly from the computer room, their authority may be higher than mine."
"The computer room is handed over to you two."
Jack snatched the MK46 light machine gun from Ma Xidao's hands, "You don't really plan to use this in the building, do you?" After that, he stuffed an MP7A1 submachine gun into each of his hands and Jiang Zhentai's.
Ma Xidao smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, and stuffed several can-shaped MK3A2 offensive grenades into his pocket.
Feeling as if he had awakened something incredible in this guy who liked to solve problems with his fists, Jack shook his head, put on a bulletproof vest and inserted a ceramic plate, and rushed to the nearest elevator with Lin Zheling.
I had something to do yesterday and didn't have time to apply for leave. I'm sorry everyone, I will try to write as much as I can to make up for it.
(End of this chapter)