Chapter 926 Evacuation
Rewind the time to 1 minute ago. After seven or eight hours in the observation deck, Jack actually wanted to shoot when he saw Vasiliev appear in the scope. The problem was that there were too many trucks and buses passing by on the viaduct today.
The sniper position Frank chose for him was extremely hidden except that the distance was a little too far. If it was higher, it would not be able to see the situation in the room clearly. If it was lower, it would be blocked by the guardrails on the viaduct and the passing vehicles.
Now this position is just right. Except for the extremely high double-decker buses and container trucks that will affect the route of the bullet, the height of ordinary cars is just out of reach.
This operation was the same as the previous raids in Paris. Jack did not wear a radio, relying entirely on the signals agreed in advance.
This is actually easy to understand. No matter how useless the French security department is, they are one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. After all, they are a state machine.
The weapons and ammunition Frank provided before were all the inventory equipment he had stored in the safe house before, so there was no need to worry about being traced later. However, communication tools were different. It was not possible to check them accurately, but it was easy for people to follow the clues.
Jack was actually more curious about the timing of action mentioned by Frank. This guy said that someone would help provide wind speed markers, and said that he would know when the time came.
Jack didn't understand why Frank was so mysterious about such an important matter, and he didn't think that except for a guy like himself, who could accurately hit a target 2 kilometers away across the overpass with cars coming and going.
Although the height of most vehicles does not affect the route of the bullet, the airflow caused by the passing of the vehicle will, and this unstable airflow is impossible to judge.
Just as Jack was thinking this, a container truck passing on the overpass suddenly lost control and hit the guardrail in the middle of the road. The driver reacted quickly and turned the steering wheel sharply, narrowly avoiding the oncoming vehicle.
At the same time, a car in the opposite lane that had no time to brake also swerved its steering wheel, rubbing the rear of the truck and crashing into the lane it was coming from.
Fortunately, because the traffic was dense and the speeds on both sides were not high, both sides only had a slight collision, but the consequences were serious. The two cars and the guardrails they knocked open blocked the two-way lanes, and the traffic on the entire viaduct was paralyzed.
As if receiving some signal, at the same time as the car accident, a small yellow balloon slowly rose in the park. Coincidentally, a red balloon also appeared behind the viaduct.
Seeing the two small balloons floating up to the sky with the wind and entering Jack's sight, he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart that Frank, the old agent, was really awesome. He considered everything and then pulled the trigger.
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"Guard! Guard! There's a sniper!"
When Anna reacted, she found that Chenkov had already knocked down Vasilyev opposite her, and shouted for the guard.
Vasiliev was not dead yet, his legs were still twitching slightly, there was a big hole on his left shoulder from the collarbone to the neck, blood was sprayed everywhere, even on Anna's face.
The girl suddenly couldn't help laughing, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and then quickly restrained, returning to her usual coldness.
She quickly took the first aid kit from the cabinet beside her, found gauze from it and pressed it hard on Vasiliev's wound.
But such a wound was obviously not something that could be dealt with by just two layers of gauze. Vasiliev's neck was almost half left, the left carotid artery was directly missing a section, the trachea was also broken, and even the white spine was clearly exposed to the air.
For this kind of injury, let alone rescue, even if there was a team of surgical experts on the scene, it would be impossible to snatch Vasiliev from the hands of death.
Anna's actions were more about confirming whether the injury was fatal enough than rescuing.
Everything that followed became hazy again. Anna seemed to be watching a movie that had nothing to do with her. People kept appearing and disappearing in front of her, and there were all kinds of panic shouts or harsh scolding around her.
She even saw herself in a trance, with blood all over her face and body, standing there stupidly in a daze, as if everything here had nothing to do with her.
"Anna? Anna!"
Chenkov held the girl's shoulders and shook her hard, "Calm down, the general wants to see you."
"General? Isn't the general dead?" Anna came back to her senses and subconsciously glanced at the body on the ground. Two military attachés in military uniforms were covering the body with a white cloth.
"It's General Petrovna. She just received the news and rushed to the embassy." Chenkov's eyes were a little suspicious, because Anna's distraught performance at this time really didn't look like a professional action agent.
But at this time, he didn't have time to think about anything, because while they were talking, another military attaché appeared in front of the two with several guards and directly took out two pairs of handcuffs.
Compared to Chenkov's uneasiness, Anna calmly stretched out her hands. She knew that her mission was completed and she would soon become a dead man.
Anna's mission was completed, but Jack's was not. He was running for his life at this time. He saw clearly from the 16x scope that Vasilyev was hit by a bullet, so he began to dismantle the gun quickly.
The structure of the "TAC-50" is not complicated. The buttstock and the floating barrel at the front can be easily disassembled, including the bipod below.
The sniper rifle that had completed its mission was quickly dismantled into a pile of parts. Jack picked up the small blanket on the ground, wrapped the parts and stuffed them into his backpack.
Then he put on gloves and began to dismantle the sound traps left at several entrances. Finally, he grabbed the dust that had been collected on the side and began to scatter it.
After doing all this, Jack tiptoed back and left the observation deck. At this time, an electric golf cart also drove up to his side. The driver was Brian wearing a sun hat.
Jack took the hat he handed over and put it on, then jumped into the car. The golf cart bypassed a horse farm and drove onto the hardened road, heading towards the Seine River west of the park.
Behind the two, a thick smoke rushed into the sky. The fire was not at the observation deck where Jack had fired the gun, but at the small bell tower less than one kilometer away from the embassy.
It is true that there are FSB agents squatting there, but it does not prevent Brian from pretending to be a tourist and taking some small gifts to go in for a walk.
This was Jack's plan to deceive the enemy. After all, the observation deck was too far away from the small bell tower, and no one would normally think that it would be a sniper point.
So Jack designed a double insurance to attract the FSB's attention to the small bell tower, which would buy time for their retreat.
Secondly, if the other party was really fooled and focused the investigation there, by the time they reacted, the observation deck that had been rebuilt would have long disappeared.
There were quite a lot of cruise ships on the Seine in autumn. Jack and Brian did not go downstream, but went upstream. Like ordinary tourists, they commented on the buildings on both sides of the river from time to time.
When passing by the Eiffel Tower, Jack took a lot of photos with his camera. In this world, such landmark buildings should be kept as a souvenir, because one day they might never see them again.