Chapter 1005

"Sir!" In the radio earphone, there was the panic cry of the members of the anti terrorist group. The explosion made people's eardrums ache. Jack and Mu yuan stood closer to the source of the explosion. At the moment of the explosion, Mrs. Mandela threw the two children down, pressed the children with her body, and pressed the blaster of the dirty bomb at the same time.

The intense fire and impact rushed Jack and Mu yuan two meters away and threw them on the ground. Jack was dizzy. He immediately turned around and pulled Mu yuan's body over to check Mu yuan's injury. Mu yuan was unconscious, with a bright red blood on his back and his face dead white. Jack sank his face, "Mu yuan!"

He paused. "Call an ambulance!"

"Yes!"

Someone answered on the radio, and then there was a car parked next to it. Eugene and a group of people from the counter terrorism team hurriedly ran over and carried Mu yuan to the car and sent him to the hospital. Eugene looked like he was crying, "village flower, don't die..."

Jack's face was extremely ugly. He looked at Mrs. Mandela coldly. The two children were well protected by her. She was also hit by the impact and fell to the ground. She looked extremely embarrassed. She proudly raised the blaster in her hand, "Sir, you're late. Even if you see through everything, you can't stop anything. I've exploded a dirty bomb. Thousands of people will die here, and countless people will die and be injured in your counter-terrorism team. This is your debt!"

The two children showed frightened eyes, as if they didn't understand what had happened and why their mother had become so terrible. Jack sneered, looked at her proud face and thought of Mu yuan's pale face.

"I chased you for more than 20 kilometers. Do you think the blasting expert under my hand didn't dispose of your dirty bomb? Even if I can't dispose of it, if not, do you think I'll force you to stop?"

"Impossible!" Mrs. Mandela shouted, her throat seemed to be tearing, and her face was terrible, "no one can untie the dirty bomb I designed, no one, you must be lying."

"Your fault is that you cherish your life, your own life and your children's life too much. If you press it at the moment when you get on the bus, maybe as you wish, we will be infected if we don't die. Most of us will be buried with you here, but you didn't. you ran more than 20 kilometers. I tell you, it's late." Jack rarely talks with terrorists. This time, he is an exception. He holds his breath in his heart and doesn't spit out. He has to let her taste this failure and regret it.

"Ah ah..." Mrs. Mandela shouted, trying to commit suicide, but Jack knocked down the gun. "I am a soldier, and I have no right to judge your sins. You will get a fair and just trial. Come on, take it away!"

"Yes!"

The people of the anti terrorist group came and took Mrs. Mandela away. The two children screamed to grab their mother's hand and looked at Jack with hatred. Their innocent eyes seemed to be about to kill people.

Hatred has spread from generation to generation.

A lieutenant said, "Sir, these two children..."

"Send them back to China and send them to welfare homes."

"Yes!"

Children are innocent. They really want to commit crimes and revenge, which is also a matter of growing up. At this moment, their hands are not bloody, but still the hope of the future.

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