Chapter 884: Burning

Translator: _Min_  Editor: Caron_

Nightfall covered Los Santos. The bright neon lights turned this bustling city into a city that never sleeps. The corners of the streets remained crowded even deep into the night.

The cool sea breeze swept through the streets, blowing away the heat of the day.

This was the center of economy and culture on North America’s west coast. Due to centuries of peace, they had accumulated unimaginable wealth there. Even if there had been slight unrest in recent days, there was no concern on people’s faces.

Regardless of their membership of any ethnic groups, people were proud of this city from the bottoms of their hearts and believed tomorrow would be better.

Venice Street.

Because of the recent attacks, the defense around the Xin Embassy was adjusted. After consulting the Capital, the FBA assigned some agents to assist the Los Santos police in investigating the terrorist attack that occurred during the protest, and the missing agents were replaced by the CIB.

Wearing a black coat, Brad leaned against the car. Because the target had been in the embassy these days, Brad temporarily took over the security work of the embassy as a top man working under Lawrence.

Looking at the lights in the embassy, Brad felt a little bored.

Even the most maddening terrorists wouldn’t have the abilities or guts to rush into the Xin Embassy protected by the FBA and the CIB. Support helicopters were on standby at the FBA’s landing pad, and FBA sniper team was also deployed not far away. It was no exaggeration to say that the security level here was only inferior to one place.

The Capital.

The CIB detective who was standing opposite him handed him a cigarette and grinned.

“Do you smoke?”

“Thank you.”

Brad took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. He took out a lighter and lit the cigarette. The CIB agent who handed him the cigarette couldn’t wait to borrow a lighter and lit one himself. Then he blew out a smoke ring in enjoyment.

“My name is Ivan Keynes. Yours?”

“Brad Wayne.”

“How many times have you been on missions like these?” asked Keynes.

“I don’t remember.” Brad shook his head.

There was a slight change in Keynes’s expression, and a very intrigued look emerged.

“Don’t remember? Sh*t, you must be an experienced guy. Have you been to Iraq?”

“No, my tasks are mainly domestic.” Brad shook his head.

He already felt the person in front of him was too chatty. However, Mr. Keynes didn’t realize it himself. Not only did he not stop the conversation, but he vividly talked about his service in Iraq.

“I’ve been there. It’s terrible. There’s countless amount of sand, camels, and bombs everywhere…”

Brad frowned slightly as he listened to the voice.

It didn’t matter if people smoked, but chatting on duty wasn’t very good. People with a little bit of experience knew chatting could be distracting and slow the response time to unexpected situations. Although he didn’t think anything would happen, attitude was a key issue.

Brad could conclude with confidence that the agent was a rookie. The reason why he left from the frontline was mostly because of this blabbering nature that could’ve seriously interfered with the mission.

Turning his gaze to the street across from him, Brad selectively ignored him.

[Why would a rookie be assigned here? What are the CIB, full of idiots, thinking?]

On a corner across the street, a truck with a large Hollywood poster slowly stopped at the side of the road. The car seemed to be experiencing a breakdown. The owner pushed open the door and got off the car. He circled a few times to examine the tires, called for a car repair, and walked toward the shop on the street.

Just as Brad tried to see what movie the poster was advertising, a similar truck appeared on the other side of the road and followed the traffic flow in his direction.

At this time, Brad raised his eyebrows, and a sense of peculiarity alerted him.

Almost subconsciously, he reached for the radio on his shoulder.

“Jim, the truck that is twenty meters from your left hand, go and take a look.”

“Roger.”

The agent in disguise, who wasn’t far from the truck, walked toward the truck that stopped by the road. He first looked into the driver’s seatm then walked over to the container in the back. However, at that moment, the truck that passed in front of the embassy suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

“That truck is a bit odd.” Keynes looked at the middle of the road and said what Brad was thinking.

However, without a second to respond, a massive flame ball exploded from the truck in the middle of the road.

“BOOM!!”

A cluster of crimson fireballs engulfed the entire truck. The shockwave flipped the car behind the truck and shattered the windows of all the vehicles on the street, even shop glass windows within a ten-meter radius were all destroyed. Brad immediately ducked, and the flying debris almost swept past his head at the same time.

However, Keynes, who was standing beside him, wasn’t so fortunate. A pool of blood was already scattered on the iron gate behind him. The aluminum alloy pieces pierced through his neck and chest.

The explosion was sudden.

The fleeing cars smashed into one another and caused traffic to turn into chaos. People on the street screamed and fled, and brave people took out their phones to call the police. The car alarms were loud, adding to the mayhem on the street…

Although the entrance of the embassy was ten meters away from the road, this distance was nothing for the bomb! Brad pulled out his pistol immediately, and he aimed at the still-burning debris and the chaotic crowd.

In a flash, Brad understood the intention of the attackers.

The first wave of attack was only causing chaos!

The real attack was the second wave!

“Damn, are they crazy?!”

Brad clenched his teeth with a fierce expression, staring at the escaping crowd, guarding against possible attackers. At the same time, one of his hands reached for his shoulder and provided feedback to the FBA Los Santos branch.

“There’s a terrorist attack at the gate of the Xin Embassy! I repeat, there’s a terrorist attack at the gate of Xin Embassy!”

The fire trucks had already arrived. Firefighters wearing respirators and carrying oxygen rushed to the wreckage burning in the middle of the road. However, at this time, Brad saw that Jim, who he sent to investigate the roadside truck not far away, was already in a pool of blood…

The door of the truck had long been opened. A team of soldiers wearing armors that resembled black dragon scales, carrying assault rifles, jumped onto the road.

Without any identification, they neatly and systematically loaded their weapons. They spread out like a professional army into the surroundings, weapons already pointed in his direction.

Brad’s pupils instantly shrinked.

Regardless of their identity, there was one thing he was sure about – they definitely weren’t SWAT coming to the rescue!

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