Chapter 8 chapter eight

As soon as he opened the car door, Gugua hurried out. "Don't come out! Not yet." He pushed Guagua back to his seat, "Come and play big, Guagua." He rummaged through his small backpack and found two walkie-talkies.One is the commonly used one, and the other is specially modified for Quack.He pinned the microphone under the collar of his trench coat.The earphones should not be used, but he still turned the volume down and put them in his ears-it's not a big thing anyway.Then he tied the strap of another walkie-talkie around Quack's neck, turned off the microphone of the walkie-talkie, and finally clipped the earphones to its ears.Hamid patted the walkie-talkie on its shoulder, "Let's play an imitation game, quack. Imitation." Quack jumped up and down excitedly in the car: "Okay. Of course, of course! Who? Who?"

"Joe Ortega. Try it: 'We have to join hands...'" Guagua immediately repeated Hamid's words without any delay, but the voice had become exactly the same as that of the Chinese and American presidents.Hamid rolled down the window next to the driver's seat: Quack would do better if he could see Hamid's eyes.Besides, maybe Gugua will need to get out of the car later. "Okay. Stay here. I'll go find that idiot." Quack immediately repeated Hamid's instructions, in Ortega's voice, in a pompous tone. And one last thing: He enters a number on the phone in the car, sets a time, and selects a mode without video transmission.After finishing this, he got out of the car and walked towards the guard room.They played this trick a lot at school, and they succeeded time and time again.God bless today can also be successful.God bless Guagua not to mess around.

Hamid turned off the microphone when Lucas opened the door to let him in. "I've got someone up there. Someone's going to break into Red Line later—maybe it's the head of the FSB." Phil raised his eyebrows high, "Of course what he said worked." In his eyes, Hamid's status has undoubtedly risen a lot. Hamid walked up and down the area designated for visitors, pretending to be impatient.Finally, with his back turned to Lucas, he stopped in front of the door leading to the parking lot.He was really in a hurry right now.Just then, the phone rang, and he heard Phil pick up the receiver.

"Warehouse One, Agent Lucas, sir!" From where Hamid stood he could see Quack at a glance.It was in the driver's seat, looking curiously at the phone in the dashboard.Hamid turned on the microphone and said softly, "Lucas, this is Joseph Stanley Ortega." Almost at the same time, Hamid heard "Lucas, this is Joseph Stanley Ortega" from the phone behind him. Ortega" sentence.Every word is full of ego, which is exactly what Hamid wants.But there was also a hint of mystery in the words—perhaps because Hamid himself was a little sneaky when he spoke, but it didn't sound bad.

In any case, Phil Lucas is already on his knees. "Sir!" "Agent Lucas, we're in trouble." Hamid focused on what he had to say, trying not to let Ortega's voice behind him disturb him, and at the same time, he had to keep his words very short.For him, this was the hardest part, "If you don't calm down the tourists, there's a real possibility of a nuclear attack. I'm in a very secluded bomb shelter right now with the National Command Center - it's very serious .” Maybe that explains why the phone doesn’t come with video. "Yes, sir." Phil's voice trembled a little - he didn't have a bomb shelter for cover above his head.

"Are you sure—" click—"Is my identity?" There was no "click" sound on Phil's phone, but the sound came from Hamid's earphones. Maybe some part is loose? "Yes, sir. Um, I mean... just a moment, please." The keyboard behind Hamid crackled.Hamid knew that the voiceprint would definitely match the number, and he wanted to reassure Phil completely, "Yes, sir, you're fine. I mean—" "Okay. Now listen carefully: the guide, Thompson, is with a tourist. We have to get him back to the barge quietly, and quickly. Get the lift ready and don't let anyone bother them both. If Thompson failed, and a lot of people would die. Give him everything he asks, and help him as much as possible." At this time, the quack in the car was having a great time.Its front claw hooked the steering wheel strangely, turning it around."Talking" while "driving" and being treated like a human by a real person is simply the pinnacle of life!

"Yes, sir!" "Fine. Now—" Click, click... "Go ahead." After a final click, Ortega's voice faded away.Damn cheap! Lucas was silent for a moment, waiting respectfully for further instructions from the president.Finally, he said, "Yes, sir. What shall we do now?" Quack in Commander Millennium now looks panicked, and she looks at Hamid with her eyes wide open.What now?Hamid repeated that last sentence as loudly as he could.Ortega's voice still didn't come.She can't hear me at all!He turned off the microphone. "Sir? Are you still there?"

Hamid pretended to be indifferent: "It must be disconnected." Then, he secretly gestured to Quack, telling her to come over quickly. "The light is still on, Hamm, the wiring is fine... Mr. President, can you hear me? You said just now what we should do, Mr. President?" Guagua didn't understand his gestures, the movements were too small.He tried again.Croak patted his mouth with one paw.croak!Don't make up your own mind! "Uh, uh," Ortega's voice came again on the phone, "don't rush. I'm thinking. I'm thinking!  … We have to join hands, or a lot of people will die. What do you say? Mine Meaning, it's logical—" logical, and it's getting more and more bullshit.Lucas couldn't stop making "uh-uh" sounds, trying to distinguish the logic in the gua la la words.He sounded more and more confused, even suspicious.

no solution anymore.Hamid waved vigorously at Quack.come up here!Ortega's voice cut off suddenly.He turned to find Lucas staring at him, looking surprised and disturbed. "Something's not right, and I don't like it—" He leaned over the counter, wondering what Hamid was looking at. The original plan was completely cancelled, but strangely, he didn't panic, nor did he have any doubts.He had another option: Hamid smiled—and stepped across the counter, pushing Lucas against the corner between the wall and the counter.Phil struggled hard, trying to press the control button on the partition.But Hamid slams Phil against the wall, then pulls Phil's gun out of his holster in a jiffy, pressing the muzzle against Phil's chest. "Quiet, Phil."

"Son of a son of a bitch!" Fei Er stopped struggling.Hamid heard the croak slamming the door into the house. "Okay. Open the door outside." After a buzzing sound, the door opened.Croak ran into the house and circled Hamid's legs. "Hehehe! That's great, it's really good!" The laugh was Larry the Lazy, but she was imitating Ortega as she spoke. "Now, open the door inside." Phil shook his head firmly.Hamid poked Phil in the stomach with the barrel of the gun. "Come on!" For a second, Phil seemed petrified; then, he knocked the button with his knee, and the door buzzed open.Hamid puts his foot against the door and pushes Lucas off the counter.Lucas jumped and straightened up, his eyes fixed on the muzzle of the gun, and his face was frighteningly white.His thoughts were clearly written on his face-the dead will not raise the alarm.

Hamid is a bit hesitant.He was almost as surprised as Lucas by his own success. "Don't worry, Phil." He cocked his gun and fired several shots at the warehouse alarm processor behind Lucas' shoulder, sending sparks and debris flying everywhere, and then all the alarms went off. He pushed the door and ran into the warehouse, Gugua followed closely behind.The iron door slammed shut behind them; now that the security alarm was sounding, the door would probably lock itself.The warehouse was full of goods, but no one could be seen; only shouts were heard from a short distance away.Hamid ran down the corridor.The anti-gravity elevator stops at the far end, under the warehouse's largest skylight.Things didn't go as planned, but as long as the elevator was there, he could still... "There he is!" Hamid suddenly fell into an aisle next to him, scrambled among the platforms where the goods were placed...then walked lightly towards the target.