Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 260 Don’t give up any one!

When Roy heard Irina say that there was only Maggie, he was shocked and surprised. He widened his eyes and stared at Irina in front of him.

"Everyone else has their own tasks..." Irina saw Roy's confusion and explained.

Roy shook his head slightly: "No, your explanation is far-fetched!"

"I told you, that's her mission!"

"Even if we succeed in sniping the target at Griffith Air Force Base, the chances of him escaping will be very slim. The terrain there is flat, unlike in the city where you can hide anywhere. Once they react and send out air forces, then..."

As he said this, Roy kept looking into Irina's eyes.

"Yes!" Irina did not deny it.

"Going alone is to minimize the losses." Roy murmured.

"That's right!"

hiss--

Roy took a deep breath.

"This is almost equivalent to a suicide mission!"

"Everything you said is right!"

"Then can't we cancel this mission? We can find a chance to kill them later!"

Irina shook her head. "Opportunities don't always come. Since Senator Thompson was assassinated, the organization's security has been upgraded several levels. Itineraries are no longer recorded, and locations are no longer allowed to be viewed. Almost all itineraries of the Supreme Council members are decided on at short notice. Some unnecessary itineraries have been cancelled. Nos. 2-8 have each selected their most trusted agents to provide 24-hour security for them!"

Having said that, Irina took a sip of ice water.

Then he continued: "This is a great opportunity. Not only is No. 1 from the European organization here, but No. 7 and No. 8 from the North American organization will also be here at the same time."

"Like you said, the security level of those old guys in the Supreme Council has been raised to the highest level. There must be strict deployment around the airport. What are the details of Maggie's mission?" Roy asked.

What Roy said was correct. There would be strict surveillance around the airport, and the surveillance range would even extend several kilometers outward. After all, someone's highest sniper kill record reached an astonishing 3000+ meters.

Before Irina could answer, Roy continued, "How could she kill four people by herself? As long as one person falls, the others will definitely react..."

After saying this, Roy took out his encrypted phone and dialed Maggie's temporary number, but the receiver still emitted a tone indicating that the call could not be connected.

"She has to be disconnected while carrying out this mission," Irina said.

"Tell me where the ambush is and I'll pick her up!"

Looking at Roy's determined expression, Irina knew that she could not convince him. She sighed helplessly and told Roy the approximate location of Maggie.

"Give me a car!" Roy said.

"You can't use my vehicle!"

Hearing Irina say this, Roy reacted immediately. If he rashly used her vehicle, he would be exposed immediately once he was targeted by the organization.

Roy didn't think about it carefully because he was thinking about Maggie.

"Well!"

After saying this, Roy turned around and hurriedly left Irina's office.

He took the high-speed elevator to the first floor of Building B, walked out of the building quickly, hailed a taxi on the street, and called Oscar at the same time.

"Get me a car!"

"Ok, no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, Roy looked at the driver: "Brooklyn, Lance Apartments, please hurry up!"

As he spoke, Roy pulled out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a stack of dollars, and stuffed a full $1000 into the driver's hand.

After Roy left, Irina picked up the encrypted phone on the table, entered a number, and dialed it.

The call was connected quickly...

"it's me!"

R-Hound's voice came from the other end of the line:
"what happened?"

"Where have you been?"

"We're entering Pennsylvania right now."

"Mission canceled, return immediately!"

"What happened?"

"Roy has gone to pick her up. Your mission now is to return immediately and meet them. Listen, no matter what the cost, you must not let them be in danger. Do you hear me?"

"That guy... Yeah, I know!"

After the encrypted communication ended, R-Hound said to T-Hound who was driving, "Mission canceled. A has assigned a new mission."

Hearing this, T stepped on the brakes, and the Chevrolet SUV stopped in the middle of the road. He turned his head to look at the left wheel R and asked, "What's going on?"

"That guy Roy went to pick up Maggie..." Revolver R said.

hehe--

T-Hound laughed, his expression showing surprise and astonishment, and finally relief: "Roy is quite a nice guy!"

"Let's go back!"

"okay!"

The T-Hound swerved, turned the car around, and drove quickly towards Rome, New York.

On the way, T-Hound said, "K and N can rest in peace now."

Revolver R turned his head to look at T and said, "You don't interact with him much, but this guy never gives up on his friends."

"Oh?" T raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

On the way back, Revolver R chatted with T-Hound.

Revolver R lit a cigarette in the car and said, "When we went to get the highly enriched plutonium, he knew we were going to bomb New York. For the sake of his colleagues, friends, and relatives in New York, he was crazy about stopping us, even though we were in front of him and Makarov's pursuers were behind him..."

"Interesting!" T murmured.

"He is different from us. He thinks differently, and his behavior and style of doing things are even more different." Revolver R put his arm on the car window and said.

T said as he drove: "That's natural. He hasn't received any special agent training or military training. His thoughts and behaviors are definitely different from ours."

While the two men were chatting, Roy took a taxi back to Lance Apartment and jogged into an alley nearby.

It was the alley where I often had private conversations with Ma Hong.

A Ford pickup truck without any vehicle information was parked in the alley. Roy found the key on the wheel on the driver's side, opened the door, got in, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove quickly to the end of the alley.

As soon as we merged into Saderan Street, two suspicious vehicles followed us one after another.

Roy had a strong anti-tracking awareness and soon discovered that someone was following him, so he changed direction and made a right turn at the next intersection.

One of the following vehicles goes straight and the other turns right.

Roy turned right again at the next intersection.

Likewise, the car also made a right turn.

Turn right again...

Turn right again...

Roy returned to Saderan Street.

The tracking vehicle had no choice but to continue following.

However, just after passing two intersections, Roy's keen perception came into play again and he saw the car that had been going straight.

"What a haunted bunch of guys!"

Roy took out his encrypted cell phone and dialed a number.

"It's me!" "What happened?"

Jonathan's voice came from the receiver.

"Are you at work?" Roy asked.

"Yes, I'm on patrol!" Jonathan replied.

"I'm near 106 Sadland Street. Someone is following me. Please help me deal with it." Roy looked in the rearview mirror and used his eagle-like eyesight to see the license plate information of the vehicle in the distance behind him, then reported it to Jonathan.

"OK!"

Roy hung up the phone and threw it on the passenger seat, while he stepped on the gas and reduced the speed.

After a while, two police cars drove towards us.

Roy recognized both cars; they were patrol cars from the Brooklyn Police Department. Through the rearview mirrors on both sides, Roy saw two police cars turning at the intersection behind him.

In just a moment, two of the police cars stopped the tracking vehicle, and four patrol officers from the Brooklyn Police Department immediately got out of the car, drew their guns, walked forward, opened the door, pulled the two people inside out of their seats, turned their bodies around, and handcuffed them behind their backs.

Soon, two other police cars spotted another tracking vehicle.

Jonathan personally led the team to stop the car.

The operation method was the same as before, no nonsense, no procrastination, and no asking for names or ID. The person in the car was handcuffed directly.

Roy saw the whole scene.

He drove away quickly in the pickup truck.

On the next block, turn down an alley.

In the alley, there was a Chevrolet sedan with its engine running. Roy parked the pickup truck behind the sedan and got out by pushing the door.

Oscar also pushed the door and got out of the Chevrolet sedan.

The two passed each other without saying a word.

After changing vehicles, Roy drove the Chevrolet sedan into the main road.

Oscar put on his hood and drove the pickup truck that Roy was driving in the opposite direction, so as to attract the rest of the followers.

By changing cars this time, Roy was able to completely get rid of the secret tracking of the organization's agents, and then drove straight to the suburbs of Rome.

On the other side, T and R were also driving quickly towards the city of Rome.

The city of Rome belongs to New York State and is not far from New York City. If the road conditions are good, it can be reached quickly.

Maggie drove a black Ford SUV off the interstate, turned onto the auxiliary road, and after driving for a while, she parked the car on the side of the road.

Pushing the door and getting out of the car, Maggie looked forward and backward.

This dirt road is very remote and few vehicles pass by.

Seeing that there were no cars in front or behind, Maggie opened the hood and poured a bucket of water she was carrying onto the boiling hot engine. In an instant, steam rose.

Then Maggie reached over and loosened the radiator pipe, causing the antifreeze to overflow and quickly evaporate in the engine compartment.

After doing all this, Maggie opened the trunk of the car and took out a very large suitcase from the trunk.

Looking up at the hill beside the road, Maggie climbed up.

This is a small hill only about twenty meters high. In fact, it can be described as a pile of rubble or a mound of earth because it is so low.

The top of the mound is covered with rubble, many of which are large stones stacked on top of each other.

Maggie opened the suitcase in the depression made of giant rubble, and a specially modified 12.7mm caliber M82A1 appeared in the suitcase.

After quickly assembling the sniper rifle, Maggie picked up the laser rangefinder, lay down between the rocks, and began to measure the distance.

Distance: 3680 meters.

This distance is even more than twice the range of the original gun.

There is no way around it. The area within 3500 meters around Griffith Air Force Base is under strict surveillance, and patrol military vehicles pass by from time to time.

There are also helicopter patrols in the sky.

Although the organization does not know that the Cerberus Force has secretly infiltrated America, it is still necessary to be on guard.

In fact, Maggie was not absolutely sure about this distance, because there were too many uncontrollable factors, such as wind speed and sudden wind shear, which would change the flight trajectory of the bullet.

Also, at a distance of more than 3500 meters, even a 12.7mm caliber bullet would have to fly in the air for more than 5 seconds, and that's in the absence of headwind.

If the target moves during these five seconds, the shot will miss.

Therefore, Maggie not only had to calculate extremely accurately, it was essential that her hands should not shake at the moment of shooting, and she also had to accurately control her heart rate and breathing rate. As the saying goes, a slight error can lead to a huge deviation. Even a deviation of 0.1 mm will result in a difference of more than 10 meters on the other side.

Once the distance is measured, the wind speed can be calculated.

Luckily, it was a favorable wind...

And the wind speed is not large, less than level 2.

Taking out the sedatives, Maggie swallowed three pills in one go.

The next step is to lie in wait quietly among the rocks.

Outside Griffiss Air Force Base.

On the road 3000 meters away from the base.

Two Humvees were driving on the road.

The officer sitting in the passenger seat complained, "Are the Secret Service crazy to let us patrol so far away?"

The driver agreed as he drove: "Those damn guys only know how to mess with us. They said to watch out for any suspicious vehicles and all the high points along the way to prevent snipers. Have you ever heard of anyone who can hit a target at a distance of more than 3000 meters?"

"3000 meters? Impossible! I think they are crazy!"

"Is there any cigarette?"

"Have!"

"Give me one!"

"Never mind them, drive slowly and then go back for dinner!"

The two Hummers drove slowly on the road 200 meters in front of the rubble pile where Maggie was, and no one noticed her.

In the distance, a helicopter was flying at low altitude.

But it didn't fly towards her.

The patrol range given by the Secret Service is within 3500 meters.

Roy was driving on the interstate highway. Based on Irina's explanation, Roy had a rough idea of ​​where Maggie was going.

A Chevrolet sedan and two Hummer military vehicles drove head-on. The driver of the sedan was Roy, but the soldiers in the Hummer didn't notice him at all.

After all, there is a lot of traffic on this interstate highway, and without accurate intelligence, who would care about a normal private car?

Everyone can slack off.

Just like that, the car driven by Roy passed by 200 meters in front of Maggie. Maggie's attention was naturally not on the cars driving on the road, so she didn't know that the guy had come.

Looking at the roadside sign, Roy turned into the opposite lane and drove into the auxiliary road fork that Maggie had passed earlier.

Keep going forward...

An off-road vehicle with white mist rising from its engine came into Roy's sight.

at the same time……

At Griffith Air Force Base, a luxury convoy consisting of 20 vehicles of various models and types arrived on time.

On the tarmac, there is an Airbus passenger plane parked...

(End of this chapter)