Chapter 2003: Destruction of Memories

Mu Yuan handed the gun to the person on duty and hurried down, almost bumping into Jack who was going out in person. "Sir, are you going to negotiate in person?"

"Yes, Mandela asked me to negotiate in person." Jack was not wearing protective clothing and looked very calm and undisturbed. Mu Yuan's heart skipped a beat. What if Mandela detonated the bomb? Wouldn't he be in danger?

"This is my first time dealing with this kind of thing. I want to gain experience. Can I come with you?"

"This is a dirty bomb. Are you sure you don't want to hide in the command vehicle? The command vehicle is protected from radiation." Jack said calmly.

Mu Yuan shook his head and said very firmly, "I am a soldier. If I hide back, where will the people I protect hide?"

Jack seemed a little surprised and nodded, "Follow me."

"Yes!" Mu Yuan hurriedly followed.

Mandela was not very old, around thirty-seven or eighteen years old. He looked serious and serious in the photos, but in real life he was surprisingly a little gentle. He was a little embarrassed because he was hiding in Tibet, but he tried his best to support a doctor. With dignity and clean eyes, he held his two children tightly. The two children also respected and relied on their father. However, Mrs. Mandela secretly wiped her tears aside. Mubala was dead, shot in the chest. One flick.

Mandela said, "I killed the man."

Someone came forward to conduct an autopsy, and a bullet to the chest was accurate. He was dead with one shot. He was no longer breathing. Jack nodded, motioned for people to carry the body out, and asked calmly, "Where is the explosive device?"

"Send my wife and children away first."

Jack looked at him indifferently, "Mu Yuan, tell him what the first code of anti-terrorism is."

Mu Yuan raised his chin slightly, "Never negotiate terms with terrorists!"

Jack answered, "Did you hear that? Let me ask again, where is the explosive device?"

Mrs. Mandela's body was trembling. Seeing Jack looking at her, she hurriedly took Mandela's hand, "Hurry up and tell him where the explosive device is. Let's go home. Let's go home. Don't do such harm to others again." Something happened.”

Mandela finally provided the location of the dirty bomb. It was in the center of the market, and he wisely chose to be at the wind outlet. The bomb device had been placed, and Mu Yuan did not find it when he made street fighting maps twice.

Mu Yuan took a step back slightly, lowered his voice, and his voice was transmitted into the radio, "Sir, when I was drawing the map, I walked here three times without seeing any explosive devices. This place is very secret. I checked it specially before dawn. No explosives were planted."

Jack asked, "When was the bomb planted?"

"Last night," Mandela said, "I had already made arrangements for my wife and children. I wanted to make the final vote, but who asked you to bother me? Who told you to bother me?"

His expression was very excited and indignant. The children held his arms and called for daddy. Jack looked at him indifferently, "Mu Yuan, go over and take a look."

"yes!"

Mu Yuan inspected the dirty bomb. If he said he was not nervous, he would be lying. If Mandela had a destructive personality and exploded the bomb, his life would have been decided here.

Every step he took was extremely careful.

He also thought of one thing. If he died here, at least several thousand people would die today, and within ten years, it is estimated that tens of thousands of people would die.

The explosive device was neither big nor small. As Jack judged, it was indeed the size he took away. Mu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that he was overthinking it. He turned around and said, "No problem."