Chapter 1256: Chapter 610: Great Opportunities Amidst Turmoil
He hurried out the door and saw a drunkard by his Humr off-roader, preparing to pull sothing out and urinate on the car door, while slapping the glass with his left hand, jabbering incoherently.
Beside him, two or three flamboyantly dressed won were laughing wildly.
Barney Ross charged up and kicked him, sending the drunk flying five ters!
He got in the car and sped away.
Leaving behind the stunned girls and the drunkard groaning on the ground.
Barney Ross floored the accelerator, roaring!
He directly ran a red light…
A half-hour journey he managed in just over ten minutes.
By the ti he reached Palais des Nations, the Swedish police had already set up a security periter, police cars everywhere with lights flashing, and reporters who got the news starting to broadcast from outside.
At any ti, traffic… is the tool of fortune!
This was amplified in the later internet era.
The Humr was stopped by the police, who patted the hood, indicating for him to move back.
Barney Ross got out, took his credentials from his jacket pocket, “I am an external instructor for Sweden’s Special Forces, I need to see your on-site commander.”
Indeed…
Sweden and xico have a deep cooperation, going back to when Victor was still in Tijuana, they started cozying up, and they had asked xico to help train their special forces.
Thus, Barney Ross ca along.
The officer stopping him paused and quickly nodded, “Please follow .”
He led him to a sergeant, who was sowhat plump, fuming as he asked, “Where’s the military support? Where are they?”
“Director,” the leading policeman called out.
The sergeant turned his head, frowning, “What is it?”
“This is an instructor from the Special Police Unit, he wants to see you.”
The other party brightened up upon hearing this, shook Barney Ross’ hand, looked left and right, “Thank you, thank you for your support…”
“I am alone, Sergeant.”
“?????”
“I now need intel, how many perpetrators are there, what weapons do they have, how many are inside?”
The sergeant awkwardly shook his head, “We don’t know how many perpetrators, only know they carry rifles and hand grenades, and there are around over 400 people inside.”
Barney Ross nodded, went back to his Humr, pulled out a tactical vest from the trunk, put it on, and then a mask, holding a Colt M727 carbine, removed the fixed carry handle, and milled to install a Weaver rail base on the receiver top, equipped with Trijicon TA01 ACOG 4×32 scope, fitted with an aluminum alloy quad-rail handguard, SureFire 628 vertical foregrip.
They all liked customized setups, using what felt right.
Seeing Barney Ross fully ard, the sergeant was stunned, as the forr nodded towards him and sprinted into the Palais des Nations with a weapon in hand.
And this scene was just caught by Swedish National Television’s reporter, capturing him, this mont imdiately reached into countless households.
…
United Nations Headquarters being attacked, this matter is serious.
What does that equate to?
It equates to your leader hosting a reelection conference, and you walk up to drop feces in a bowl, and then ask him, does it feel good?
It’s simply… lawlessness!
Although the United Nations has little restriction over major powers, within basic rules, everyone still dares not provoke the rules.
Inside xico’s National Palace.
Victor was smoking a cigarette, looking at the TV with deep eyes.
A male reporter steadied his breath, keeping professionalism, while the cara captured the scene, “We can now hear gunfire from inside, according to surviving escapees, terrorists kill at sight…”
“OMGOMG!!”
The caraman’s scream suddenly sounded, and then a corps was thrown out from a distant window, heavy crashing on the ground, followed by a hand grenade landing, with a boom, chaos ensued, police lights flickered, sirens wailed…
And in the footage, a figure quickly breached the outer periter looking for weak points, crouching low, rushing into the building!
“Viewers, you are witnessing the Palais des Nations hostage event, a scene I’ve never seen in my career! Just now! Just seconds ago, the terrorist organization cast down bodies and hand grenades, “a figure! A lone figure! Dressed in dark clothes… charged into the building.”
The screen may have shook, attempting to track that figure…
Victor slightly sat up, he always felt that the silhouette seed familiar.
Gunfire erupted inside the building.
Approximately three minutes later, dozens of panicked civilians ran out, followed by the man holding a Colt M727 carbine.
The police hurriedly took over the survivors.
The sergeant handed the man a bottle of water, waiting for that hat to lift a bit, and the cara zood in on the man’s face.
“Barney!!”
Casare, who was originally sitting silently, uttered in shock at seeing that familiar face.
“Barney Ross?” Victor turned and asked.
Casare nodded.
No wonder it’s so familiar, the other is not only an instructor at xico Special Forces School, but also technical adviser of Special Police Company ‘SDU’, Oga A Team, Air Force Special Forces ‘North Arican Divine Sword!’ Unit 23 of xico’s Special Forces.
Military rank – Colonel!
A remarkable person who has trained many special soldiers.
Upon hearing it’s one of their own, Victor stopped smoking, frowned, slightly stressed, watching TV, suddenly as if realized sothing, turned his head, “Didn’t our intelligence agency receive any intelligence on the terrorist attack on the United Nations?”
Casare shook his head, “I have nothing here.”
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