Isn't it claimed to be without violence?

Didn’t it mean that everything is a national movement in a peaceful state?

Didn’t it mean that no one could split and confrontate the army?

Then create riots and killings!

Anyway, the CIA is best at doing such things all over the world, but this time, according to this typical CIA thinking, it just moved its planning to the United States!

Qi Tianlin didn't know how the Marine Corps should explain, but obviously Terry had already caught the handle he needed the most. No matter how Qi Tianlin explained that these gunmen who were blatantly wearing rebuilding company clothes were CIA trainers, probably no one would believe that these people were extremists and were related to the CIA.

More importantly, when facing the surging political movements of various states, the Congress and the White House, who were still facing the disbanded government, are now best friends in pairs of pants. As long as the White House has this reason and requires Congress to authorize the military to quell the riots, Congress will be busy and give priority. At that time, even if the generals of the Department of Defense have different opinions, the army does not obey the command of the White House, and the country cannot command guns. The mistake is in the army. The White House has more reason to completely implement the National Emergency Law and abolish all amendments and illegal people that cause these chaos!

In short, according to the so-called riot currently under control, whether these ISTF members are willing to do such a behavior for the United States or are deceived, their behavior has already given Terry a handle!

Qi Tianlin also smiled coldly, picked up the phone and called Liu Ziyue: "Do you know the broadcast room was blown up? Contact Annie immediately to speed up the progress, you will urgently withdraw from the United States!"

At this time, Liu Ziyue did not act coquettishly and was clean and neat. After putting the phone, he asked Tiya to clean up the fine and soft things and retreat!

There are hundreds of personal guards in New York, plus Tia's heavy firepower collection. If there is no infantry regiment or something, how can they be left behind?

Sure enough, Anne was not a fuel-efficient lamp. As soon as she found that the broadcast room was blown up, she called the helicopter to land on the ground. She and Maru urgently took off to speed up to reach New York.

A large number of vehicles quickly rushed into the Regal Business Airport in the suburbs of New York, where both the St. Mary and Oasis were stopped...

From 34th Street, where gunfights occur frequently, to the CIA headquarters building across the Potomac River, it is actually a river, about ten kilometers away, but just after crossing the river, the traffic here is completely different from downtown Washington. There are citizens who are panicking and driving away from the city, and there are shouting and horns and cursing sounds.

Fortunately, they were all contrary to Qi Tianlin and the others, which made Qi Tianlin look at the blockage and quickly passing through the opposite side on the empty half of the road.

The CIA building is right next to the highway, and there are several super huge parking lots when you drive in!

In each giant open-air parking lot where thousands of cars can be parked, Qi Tianlin was a little stunned: "How many people are there in the CIA? Does everyone drive ten cars to work?"

Huntel sat in the back row and only sneered and did not answer.

Qi Tianlin looked at the blood stains on his body, then looked at the various armed guards outside the CIA gate, parked their cars as close to the building as possible to make a phone call, of course it was Bren's phone.

What surprised him was that he was not busy, and he rang twice: "Your Excellency the President has not been paying attention to discussing with you? I thought you were in the White House?"

Bren's voice was very low: "Where are you? Didn't go to the White House?"

Qi Tianlin self-destructed his direction: "Downstairs, tell the guardian, let's go up?"

Bren was not surprised: "We? Who else?"

Qi Tianlin calmly said: "No one, a child and his mother."

Bren, who had been watching the TV screen just now, seemed to understand who it was and hung up the phone.

Qi Tianlin slowly slid the car towards the entrance, and indeed saw several armed personnel looking carefully. Qi Tianlin waved his hand in a sign of sign, and he ignored the blood on the car and gave instructions on how to get there.

Qi Tianlin drove his car into the underground parking lot, which was another huge parking lot: "Did Congress allocate funds to the CIA, and have they used them to repair the parking lot?"

Huntel still looked like that: "Build this, but before he took office." It seemed that he was accusing that it was not just a person, it was a system or a consistent form.

Qi Tianlin nodded and opened the trunk. The expression on the mother's face was very peaceful. Qi Tianlin reached out and hugged it out. It was obviously stiff. The child dragged his rifle and forced him down. Qi Tianlin looked at him and signaled the eagle to take the gun: "You are waiting for us in the car."

Huntel was stunned for a moment, looked at the body that the child and Qi Tianlin were holding, nodded, and wanted to say something, but finally turned around and took the fast helmet from the center console, opened the quick-removing wrench to remove the sports camera as big as the second battery, and handed it to the child: "Please take it, be careful."

Qi Tianlin's mouth moved without stopping, and the two walked into the wide elevator in the underground garage. Under the surveillance of the elevator camera, they held a female body and went straight to the floor where the director's office on the 13th floor.

It is not as dark as imagined, but it has a Latin tropical feel. It has plenty of light. At least the full floor-to-ceiling glass corridor is wide and bright, and it is very quiet on the thick dark blue carpet!

The secretary who greeted two men, one big and one small, was only slightly surprised by the scene in front of him. Just leading the way, Qi Tianlin only noticed that the multiple probes in the corridor were following him, but no one else appeared.

At least he also tied a tactical belt around his waist, which was filled with rifle magazine quick-receipt covers, and a p226 pistol was blatantly hung on the right back waist.

No one asked him to take it down.

When the director opened the office of the double doors, the secretary quietly retreated.

The most mysterious thing in the legend is that the CIA Director's Office, which has never been shown to the world and the media, was opened in front of Qi Tianlin.

The child squeezed the camera tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but leaned against Qi Tianlin, reaching out to grab his clothes. Qi Tianlin's T-shirt was tied in his multi-pack pants. The child only touched the magazine belt, and touched his mother's legs as soon as he touched his hand. He was stunned, his waist was straight, and he gritted his teeth and followed Qi Tianlin in!

It was pitch black inside!

Only a desk that seemed to be far away was lit up at the distance, and the screen light and the flashing screen light reflected a face. Bren's face was a little pale and looked at Qi Tianlin's figure standing in the backlight at the door.

With the light outside, Qi Tianlin saw a sofa, walked over and placed the body flat on it. His arms and legs, which had been curled up before, were already stiff and unable to stretch out, so he curled up on the sofa. It was just the previous action of protecting the child. Qi Tianlin put down his hands and took a step back, pointed to the body next to the body, and the child went over to sit down, his feet could not fall to the ground, and he was a little shaking, but he held the camera with both hands and pursed his lips as he looked at Qi Tianlin turning around.

Turning around and speaking, "You just hide in a dark corner and launch this conspiracy?"

The conspirator had no sound, and Qi Tianlin walked over without any warning, but not towards the table, but towards the window. As a result, he, a rustic guy, touched the wall, but couldn't touch the curtains!

The face in front of the screen light yelled twice, pressed the switch on the table, and silently raised a large area of ​​walls to block the wall. The entire office suddenly became brighter, but the brightness was limited. There were diaphragms like blinds or interlaced holes that blocked most of the light, but the office must be very clear. Qi Tianlin saw that Bren still had a very obvious frowning movement and was not very adaptable to the brightness. He blinked a few times before turning to look at the body lying on his precious leather sofa and the child with a strong expression.

Seeing that Qi Tianlin didn't go over, he leaned against the window. Bren said a few seconds later: "This... is the mother and son you saved?"

Qi Tianlin nodded: "To save the child, the mother sacrificed her life." In the second half of the sentence, she subconsciously looked at the child. The child looked at him and raised his head vigorously, probably to prevent tears from flowing out of her eyes.

Bren had no expression and paused again: "To save the mother, the child can give everything."

Qi Tianlin could understand his pun: "You said you were saving the United States?"

Bren's elbows were placed on the table, his fingers crossed and a triangle spiral was placed in front of his nose, so he spoke a little: "Otherwise? The uncontrollable state must be stopped immediately, and this result will only make the United States slide into the abyss!"

Qi Tianlin leaned against the window with his arms held back, not speaking.

Bren himself said: "You and I are experts who operate coups or alternate forms of regimes abroad. I know what consequences the current situation will face. I even suspect that you are deliberately creating such a state, so you must leave the United States!"

Qi Tianlin shook his head: "What if I say no."

Bren pointed at himself with one finger: "The warning has been issued. If you don't accept it, Mr. President will regard you as an enemy of the country." There is a relief-like world map there, and many small red dots are obviously surrounding the center of the United States. With Bren's gesture, the light light appears gently.

Qi Tianlin was still judging what warning this red dot mean, and when he heard the national enemy, he was a little puzzled: "I? National enemy? Two presidential medal winners, two White House anti-terrorism advisers, are the national enemies of the United States?"

Bren smiled a little sarcasticly: "You need to get a medal, you are the consultant. When you don't need it, the President believes that only you become the enemy of the country is the best American people to oppose the target. Your armed contractor riots in Washington... Of course, you have made good moves and broadcast the process live, which may confuse some stupid people what happened. Your Excellency the President will be very angry with your behavior. Wouldn't you regard you as an enemy of the country more?"

Qi Tianlin was about to say something, but a light drip on the desk. Bren looked at the many button chutes on his left side, pressed one of the keys, and a clear sound came: "The d3 target has taken off, locked the target, Airbus 318 customized business jet..."

Bren glanced at Qi Tianlin and said lightly: "Ok, shoot down."

Oasis?!
Chapter completed!