Chapter 736 You Come and I Go

When Vice President Andrew Van Buren walked cordially side by side with a handsome man in white robes towards the podium, a middle-aged reporter wearing a "News of the World" badge held a recorder and shouted loudly: " Mr. Vice President, I heard that you are a supporter of a terrorist organization in the Middle East and that your son was photographed while dealing with those terrorists. Is this true?"

The middle-aged reporter's question made the surrounding area suddenly quiet. Everyone was staring at the middle-aged reporter's expression. This was a very serious accusation, especially when Vice President Andrew was meeting with the "Prince of Peace" in the Middle East.

If this middle-aged reporter cannot produce evidence, his fate can be imagined.

The middle-aged reporter seemed to enjoy the surprised looks from around him. Like a complacent rookie, he smiled and took out a stack of photos from his pocket, raised them in his hand, and shouted to Andrew who was walking slowly: "I There are photos here of your son, Grover Van Buren, dealing with terrorists. Do you have anything to say? Or do you want to say that you knew nothing about what your son was doing?"

Just as the middle-aged reporter was leaning against the fence and proudly looking at the back of Vice President Andrew, a tabloid reporter with stubble on his face and wearing a photography vest threw the middle-aged reporter down, letting the photos in his hand scatter on the ground. Come on.

At this time, the situation at the scene was a bit out of control. All the media reporters were gathering towards that small area, trying to grab those photos that were destined to be big news. Because some plainclothes Secret Service officers began to enter the scene, and they were also grabbing those photos.

Although these elite reporters still don't know what happened here, it doesn't stop them from believing that the photos are true.

Just as a group of media reporters were huddled together, the middle-aged reporter quietly left the chaotic crowd.

He threw away the jacket he had taken off while inside, took a piece of overalls from a TV cameraman, then took out a baseball cap from his pocket and put it on his head, calmly stepping on his feet and looking over there. The war group is like a temporary worker watching the excitement.

Alvin was sitting in the car, holding a small telescope in his hand and watching the middle-aged reporter actually walk into the TV station's vanity van after watching the excitement for a while. When he came out, he was already a white-collar elite wearing a suit, oily hair, and powdered face. .

Glancing at Raymond who was slightly proud, Alvin said with a smile: "Is this your plan? Find a "reporter" to spread the photos?"

Raymond smiled and shook his head and said: "This is just the beginning, that is the Vice President, just a few photos can't really cause him much trouble.

As long as he lets his son take a position in the CIA, he will be able to clear away these troubles and maybe make some money..."

Alvin curled his lips in displeasure and said, "These guys are really dirty, hurry up and show them how powerful they are!"

As he spoke, Alvin mobilized a few rarely used crows to hover over the somewhat embarrassed Vice President for a while, and dropped a lot of "guano bombs" by the way!

The "Prince of Peace" in the Middle East looked at Vice President Andrew with some surprise and uncertainty, stopped and waited for the other party to give a "reasonable explanation."

Just as he watched the embarrassed Vice President Andrew walking towards him under the protection of bodyguards holding umbrellas, the "Prince of Peace" suddenly found that he seemed to have no strength.

A gorgeous blood flower exploded from the chest of the prince, who had devoted his life to restoring peace to the Middle East, and a large amount of blood dyed his white robe red.

The prince's bodyguards surrounded their master in despair, drawing their weapons and staring at Vice President Andrew, who was also surrounded by bodyguards.

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In the presidential suite of a high-end hotel in the distance, the real Vice President Andrew Van Buren looked at the chaos on the monitor and said to an old man with white hair next to him: "What should we do now? I can't imagine tomorrow. What’s going to be written in the newspaper? What the hell is going on?”

The white-haired old man looked at the picture on the monitor calmly, then suddenly took out his phone and dialed, "Let your agents find an opportunity to shoot the Vice President..."

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"Don't worry about that, just hit him. Don't forget that we are on the same side..."

Half a minute before the white-haired old man put down the phone, a gunshot rang out in the crowd at the rally. "Vice President" Andrew, who was surrounded by a group of Secret Service agents, was suddenly shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

This extremely bad situation obviously makes everyone crazy. The vice president and a big shot in the Middle East were assassinated at the same time in the United States. Is there anything worse than now?

The white-haired old man in the presidential suite of the hotel calmly directed the actions on the scene. It was not until the "Vice President" and the "Prince of Peace" were carried into the hurried ambulance that he looked at Andrew Van Buren and said: "You are now Just go to the hospital, I contacted the doctor there, you need to act like you are seriously injured.

Leave the outside matters to me, and remember to call Grover, he needs to disappear for a while! "

Andrew looked at the white-haired old man with some anger and said: "Someone shot and killed the Prince of Peace, and now they actually took out Grover's photo. Our opponents seem to be a little impatient to wait."

The white-haired old man nodded with a straight face and said: "It seems yes, those people have gained enough benefits from Stark's new energy project, and the interests of the Middle East can no longer impress them.

Don't worry about other things. I will call the Mandarin and he will be happy to accept the charge of assassinating you, so that you can at least maintain some image in front of the media. "

Andrew frowned, hammered the table in front of him, and said, "What should we do now? Can we just wait?"

The white-haired old man nodded slightly and said: "As long as that guy named Killian can kill Tony Stark, we still have a chance.

As long as we have control of Pepper Potts, we can draw everyone into the feast of carving up the Stark Group.

This is our only chance..."

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Bob Leeswager leaned against the wall and stared at an apartment building not far away.

The speech over there was about to start now, but he still found no trace of the sniper, but Bob instinctively felt that this was the most dangerous place.

Just when there was a vague noise in the distance, Bob suddenly noticed that the curtains of the third room on the left side of the third floor of the apartment building suddenly swayed. The moment the curtains fluttered, he saw To the muzzle of a gun.

Bob rushed towards the apartment building almost instinctively. As he ran, he took out his phone and dialed out, shouting loudly: "Sniper, sniper found, be careful that there is a traitor among the police who searched the room..."

It took about 15 seconds for Bob to rush to the door of the target apartment. Just as he kicked the door, a clear gunshot sounded.

Bob who broke into the room was surprised to see a sniper rifle he was very familiar with, L115A3, placed on a table near the window. This was his personal gun, but why was he here? There was also a sniper rifle next to it. Shell casing after firing.

Bob instinctively felt that he had been deceived. Those two sons of bitches known as the CIA must have regarded him as a scapegoat.

Just when Bob wanted to search carefully, two policemen in police uniforms broke in from the outside. The things in the room surprised the two policemen. They took out their pistols and shouted at Bob. : “Hands up, hands up!

FUCK, what have you done? Put your hands up! "

Bob raised his hand obediently and shouted: "I just arrived here, and someone fired a shot here, but it was not me. I was invited by the CIA to search for snipers.

I have my phone in my pocket, and there is a transcript of the call with that CIA agent.

I ordered you police to search this place several times, but you did nothing. There is a traitor among you! "

The two policemen looked at each other, then stared at Bob and shouted: "This is our jurisdiction, no one will come here except us.

And the CIA has no jurisdiction here, our boss is Director George!

Asshole, put your hands up! You are under arrest! "

Bob was disappointed to find that he had become the stupidest scapegoat. The other party had figured out everything for him, just waiting for him, a fool, to jump in.

Looking at the two nervous policemen in front of him, Bob nodded slightly, then put his head in his hands and turned his back to them, saying: "Okay, okay, I won't resist, you can come and wear it for me." Put on handcuffs, and then we can go to the police station, and I will be able to explain things clearly!"

Just when one of the policemen took out the handcuffs and wanted to step forward, Bob kicked the table holding his rifle hard, and then he took advantage of the two policemen's stunned moment, like a He jumped out of the window like a diver.

Bob, who was in mid-air, tried hard to adjust the angle of his body the moment he was about to land, and fell on his shoulder on the roof of a car.

The huge impact crushed the unfortunate car. Bob didn't have time to feel the huge impact on his body. He quickly rolled his body and dodged to the side of the car. He ducked and dodged the pistols of the two policemen at the window upstairs. bullet.

Faced with this unfavorable situation, Bob calmly counted the number of bullets fired by the police. When reaching a point, Bob rushed out without hesitation and ran towards a sparsely populated alley.

Just when Bob was about to rush into the alley, Timmons jumped out from behind a trash can with a pistol in hand and stood in front of Bob, shouting loudly: "Don't move..."

Bob showed the mental quality of a super sniper at this time. He looked at the muzzle of Timmons' gun and only changed his steps slightly while running wildly before approaching the nervous Timmons.

Facing the ferocious Bob Timmons, he fired decisively, but unfortunately his bullet just grazed Bob's shoulder and flew past.

When he was about to fire the second shot, Bob had already broken into his arms, put his shoulder under his armpit, and punched Timmons hard in the stomach.

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Alvin looked at the chaotic situation not far away in front of him in surprise. He didn't know what to say. Just when he wanted to say something to Raymond, his phone rang...