Chapter 962: : Exoskeleton Squad
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The loud noise was accompanied by layers of gray fog, which startled the flock of birds on the branches in the distance. They fluttered their wings in fright and fled without even daring to turn their heads.
And after the eerie silence after the explosion, the surroundings suddenly panicked!
Crowds kept running out of the house, chanting about God in fear, and a patrolling police car blared in the distance, and the sound was getting closer.
Because it is close to the church of San Giovanni Battista, there are many tourists here. The explosion will obviously cast a shadow over Turin, but the most important thing for the authorities is to confirm what caused the explosion.
At this time, in the small building in the middle of the explosion point, the iron door was bombed into the open kitchen, and the inside of the house was in a mess. drill out.
"Cough cough cough..." The flat-haired man stood up. Apart from the dust, there were no other wounds. Although the bomb sounded loud, it was almost impossible to blow up the whole small building, and the other party just rang the bell at the door. , There is still at least seven or eight meters away from the house.
"Go and see Mrs. Marshall."
Seeing the team members climbing up from the ruins, he calmly ordered, "The rest are not allowed to move around, contact the headquarters and apply for support!"
"Tim, Mrs. Marshall is safe." Ysera's voice came from the stairs, and the man with short hair responded, frowning and looking outside. The man detonated the bomb directly. At this distance, they must know that they can't threaten the people inside. ,what is this? intimidate?
The result is definitely unknown, the murderer has been blown to ashes.
Human bomb?
"Damn it! This is not Africa." Tim said to himself helplessly.
About ten minutes later, two black George Bartons stopped at the door, and a man wearing sunglasses and a desert-colored camouflage uniform jumped out from the passenger seat of the front car. He walked up to the police who were setting up the cordon, Akimbo.
"It's not allowed to approach here, sir." A young police officer said, and he glanced at George Patton from the corner of his eye. This kind of domineering SUV has too much impact on men.
The Savior Company and Ford Company customized about 40 George Pattons. The main requirement is that the side can withstand the attack of the rocket launcher, and when the tires are crushed by the mines, they will not be blown to pieces.
This order should be Ford's largest overseas order in recent years. Most importantly, the headquarters of the Savior made it clear that if the response is good, the plan to order annually is not ruled out.
40 George Pattons, according to the quotation of 300,000 US dollars each, this is 12 million US dollars!
I'm afraid that even big dogs rarely use this price to arm their own troops.
The company naturally has a subsidiary that produces cars, but in terms of durability, Ford should be at the forefront.
The employees of Umbrella Company in Sudan, Nigeria and other regions are equipped with slightly inferior Ford SUVs. The reliability in desert areas is more reassuring than other European and American cars.
Of course, the Germans are not included. The Germanic wildness still flows in Hans Tiger’s blood. They have complex emotions about thick and big.
"Hello, officer, this is my ID, we need to take away the people inside, and here are the procedures."
The young policeman glanced at his ID, "Benjest Bardan, military attache of the Pan-African Union in Turin."
The other party's first thought was surprise.
How is this African?
Also, are they that rich? Drive George Patton?
But this idea was quickly dispelled by him. He took the formality letter, glanced around, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll report to our leader."
"certainly."
After the young policeman said something to his colleagues around him, he ran away.
Benjest nodded, waved his hand at the top of the car, and then the door opened, and five "black but not autumnal" Gundams came down from above? Some were holding large shields, while others were holding pistols. This posture... looked at the surrounding crowd and the police.
In about two or three minutes, the young policeman came back, and there was a superintendent beside him?
Judging from their uniforms, they should belong to the national police. There are two systems in Italy, and the autonomous police.
The former is responsible for the detection of major cases (such as homicide cases, mafia D, organized criminal gangs, etc.), and the national police and gendarmerie are responsible for the security of major events. The National Police maintains a police station in each provincial capital.
Therefore, they believe that the explosion was man-made.
meets the criteria for a terrorist attack.
The young policeman was also taken aback when he saw the employees wearing exoskeletons, and looked at the chief beside him. The latter was also stunned, but he still walked over to negotiate.
"We believe this is a premeditated attack, and the person concerned needs protection. It is not ruled out that the murderer commits the crime a second time," the superintendent said cautiously.
Benjest chewed his gum casually, "I think we have enough ability to protect him, you don't have to worry about that."
He looked around and said nothing, but his expression seemed to say, "Hey, man, why don't you let those people from the gendarmerie come, you can't do that."
The superintendent recognized Benjest's accent, the **** Brit!
He could smell the strong smell of London inside, just like the city's sewers.
He really wanted to throw this letter back, but it was signed and stamped with the official seal of the National Police Bureau, which was imperative. Even if the superintendent felt upset, he could only nod and admit it with his nose .
"However, she is not allowed to leave Turin and we need to ask her something."
Benjest looked at him and nodded slightly. Even if he knew the cause of this incident, he was not obliged to tell the other party that the company's intelligence department would conduct investigations based on the identity of the suicide killer.
Heimdall Consulting?
It's just maggots hiding in the back!
Benjest is the person in charge of Umbrella Italy. He has great confidence in the company because of the exoskeleton he wears and because he understands how terrifying the company is. He could have come when he received the call for help. , why wait ten minutes?
Because you need to take this procedure.
At that time, I called the European headquarters and asked him to wait for a few minutes. After about four or five minutes, I got the formalities signed by the chief minister. What does this mean?
People and capital!
Benjest waved his hand, and the team members behind walked into the bombed-out house, and after a while, they came out protecting Mrs. Marshall, and the whole team, including members of Tim's team, protected them in the middle.
The exoskeleton fighters on the inner and outer layers can blind everyone's eyes under the sunlight.
"Thank you, goodbye." Benjest smiled at the superintendent, led the people, and walked away.
"Sir...sir, what should we do now?" The young policeman looked at the boss next to him and asked softly.
"Close the team, someone here is planning to take over the affairs here, why do we have to bite the bullet?" The superintendent looked at his subordinates, smiled, and was obviously relieved.
The bombing itself is full of doubts. The most important thing is that Europe is facing more and more terrorist attacks. One more thing is better than one less thing. The style of the bureaucratic system has long made Italians sink. It is a nation that likes to enjoy very much.
After all, on the African battlefield, there was a record of building a prisoner camp by oneself after being captured. As long as there is afternoon tea, women, and opera, even if the sky is falling here, it doesn't matter what they do.
The superintendent ignored the astonishment of his subordinates, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Steven, your father told you to follow me, and I will only give you one reason now, hide if you can, do it More, more mistakes, less doing, less mistakes, only possible if you are alive." After he finished speaking, he turned around and shouted to close the team.
This very straightforward sentence made Steven even lower his head, a little unable to accept it. He raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes a little dazed.
This world seems to be very different from my own life values. Like the umbrella company just now, why can they take away "witnesses" without any scruples? Can they do whatever they want if they have enough capital?
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George Barton drove into a large factory in the Vallett District.
It looks like this from the outside, with an umbrella badge hanging on it, an umbrella that looks like an open umbrella, and then there are two colors in the middle, alternating red and white, and the background is dark, with a bit of a scary taste.
It's so resembling, it's a crooked way!
This is the headquarters of Umbrella Company in Italy, covering an area of about 3,000 square meters. The company has more than 400 employees, of which there are only about 40 action teams, that is, 8 teams.
The rest of the people are divided into many departments.
But in general, it is to provide logistical support for the operation team. The place was leased by the Savior Company for 6 million US dollars for 99 years!
It is only about 6 kilometers away from the famous football team Juventus.
When the car just stopped, there was already a large group of people waiting. Mrs. Marshall was pushed into the car or a wheelchair and sent to the company's medical department for a full-body examination.
"They'll just stay here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and wait for the order to be given from above." Benjest said to Tim, "Your team is still responsible for their safety."
Tim nodded.
"Boss, what level of employee is Balk in the company?" Some team members suddenly asked curiously. Someone had already wanted to ask this question, and the rest of them looked over. If it was just an ordinary employee, would they be treated like this?
Send in an exoskeleton squad for protection.
I am afraid that even the high-level officials in Somalia do not have this kind of treatment.
The identity of Benjest knows some of the reasons. Perhaps, Balk is just a fuse for the struggle and a facade. If the company can't even protect such a "loyal" employee, those who have been around for a long time The surrounding hyenas and wild wolves will rush up.
On the dark web, investigations and unfriendly behaviors against the savior company are refreshed every day. The core technology of human exoskeleton alone is priced at: 97 million US dollars!
This is higher than the head of a certain person who was offered a bounty on the Internet later.
Money is always extremely demagogic.
The company must remain strong in order to suppress those malicious peeps.
"The company treats any employee and his family like this." Benjest said with a smile, "Okay, let's all go to rest."
It may not be the answer they want, but it is the answer they want to hear.
The company isn't going to drop them at some point, either.
Probably not... right.
After all, Tang Dao is a very caring boss.
But at this time, on Yahoo, there was a post full of "temptations"!
"Savior Company will hold a $5 million game!"
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