Chapter 2003

Mu yuan handed the gun to the man on duty, hurried down, and almost ran into Jack who went out in person. "Sir, do you negotiate in person?"

"Yes, Mandela asked me to negotiate in person." Jack didn't wear protective clothing and looked very calm and undisturbed. Mu yuan's heart clicked. What if Mandela detonated the bomb? Isn't he in danger?

"I'm dealing with this kind of thing for the first time. I want to accumulate experience. Can I follow it?"

"This is a dirty bomb. Are you sure you don't hide in the command car? The command car is radiation proof." Jack said faintly.

Mu yuan shook his head and was very firm. "I'm a soldier. If I hide back, where will the people I protect hide?"

Jack seemed a little surprised and nodded, "follow up."

"Yes!" Mu yuan hurried up.

Mandela is not very old. He is in his thirties and seventies. The photos are taken seriously, but the real person is surprised to have some little Sven. He is a little embarrassed because of hiding, but he tries to hold up the dignity of a doctor. His eyes are clean, and he holds his two children tightly. The two children also have considerable respect and dependence on their father. Mrs. Mandela secretly wipes tears aside. Mubarak is dead, He was shot in the chest.

Mandela said, "I killed the man."

Someone went to the autopsy, and with a bullet in the chest, it was very accurate, and one shot was killed. There was no breath. Jack nodded, motioned for the body to be carried out, and asked faintly, "where is the explosive device?"

"Send my wife and children away first."

Jack looked at him coldly, "Mu yuan, tell him what the first rule of anti-terrorism is."

Mu yuan raised his chin slightly, "never negotiate terms with terrorists!"

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

Mrs. Mandela's body was shaking. Seeing Jack looking at her, she hurriedly took Mandela's hand. "Tell him quickly where the explosive device is. Let's go home. Let's go home. Don't do these harmful things again."

Mandela finally provided the location of the dirty bomb. It was in the center of the market, and it was a smart choice. The bomb device had been placed on the air outlet. Mu yuan didn't find it in the street war map twice.

Mu yuan stepped back slightly, lowered his voice, and the voice was transmitted to the radio, "Sir, when I was drawing the map, I passed here three times and didn't see the explosive device. It's very secret here. I specially checked it. Before dawn, there was no explosive placed here."

Jack asked, "when was the bomb placed?"

"Last night." Mandela said, "I've already arranged my wife and children. I wanted to be the last vote. Who made you fussy? Who made you fussy?"

His expression was very excited and indignant. The children held his arm and called Dad. Jack looked at him indifferently, "Mu yuan, go and have a look."

"Yes!"

Mu yuan checked the dirty bomb. If he was not nervous, it would be a lie. If Mandela was a destructive personality and exploded the bomb, his life would be explained here.

He walked very carefully at every step.

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

The explosive device is not big or small. As Jack judged, it is indeed the size he took away. Mu yuan breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that he thought too much. He turned back and said, "no problem."