#1308 - Don't kiss when a nuke goes off (two chapters in one)

After Juno was knocked unconscious by a wine bottle, Jessie did not forget to hit her again to make sure that she would not wake up in a short time. This was what Jack taught her.

The out-of-control Lincoln sedan kept swaying from side to side, crashing from one side of the bridge guardrail to the other. Jessie tried to lean into the cab and unfasten the seat belt that bound the body.

Unfortunately, the driver was a fat man weighing over 200 pounds. His bloated body blocked the driving seat tightly, and she tried for a long time but failed.

The helicopter in the sky was getting closer and closer, even to a dangerous level, and Harry was already standing on the helicopter landing gear, waving desperately to his baby daughter.

Only then did Jessie notice the helicopter slowly approaching her, and finally realized something was wrong. She stepped on the unconscious Juno and leaned half of her body out of the skylight.

The noise of the helicopter propeller was so loud that she couldn't hear what Harry was shouting. She subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction of his waving hand, toward the bridge ahead, and finally noticed the broken bridge in the distance.

"Lower, keep accelerating." Gibson on the helicopter loudly commanded the pilot, and Harry could not wait to lie on the landing gear, hooking with one hand and one foot, and stretched out his right hand towards Jessie.

"Hold my hand, baby!"

"Daddy! Save me!"

Although the helicopter pilot tried very hard, it was too difficult to keep up with the out-of-control Lincoln car that was swerving left and right, and the father and daughter missed each other twice in a row.

Seeing that there was no time left, Jack took off his headphones, climbed down from the cabin to the landing gear, and grabbed Harry's left ankle.

Feeling the amazing grip on his ankle, which even caused him some pain, Harry turned around in surprise.

"Trust me, let go and I'll catch you."

Jack's steady and calm voice came to his ears, and for a moment, Harry doubted whether he had heard it wrongly because of the strong wind.

He was aware of his own weight, 225 pounds (93 kilograms), while Jessie inherited her parents' good genes and was a tall, athletic girl who weighed no less than 140 pounds.

In other words, the young FBI agent was going to lift two people, or at least 365 pounds, with just one hand.

If he were in the gym right now, Harry would have the confidence to challenge himself to deadlift a barbell of 500 or 600 pounds with one hand. For him, this would not be a difficult thing to do.

After all, Harry in this world is a genuine "Omega" agent, not a bodybuilder who relies on steroids to support his beautiful muscles.

But now they were in a high-speed, shaking helicopter. He and Jessie were two living people, not just heavy barbells.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Hearing his daughter shouting in the car, Harry looked back at the broken bridge that was just a stone's throw away. He made up his mind and released his left hand that was holding the landing gear.

"Oh, damn, what are you doing. Right! Right!" Gibson's exclamation in the helicopter was drowned out by the noise of the propeller.

The scene before him was more thrilling than any circus acrobatics. Jack grabbed Harry's ankle with one hand, and Harry reached out to grab Jessie, who had most of her body leaning out of the car.

Jessie screamed and tried to reach out and hook her arm around her father who was like an aerialist. Under the horrified gaze of the SEALs on another helicopter, the arms of the father and daughter came closer and closer, and finally they tightly grasped each other's wrists.

The helicopter pilot pulled up the joystick, and the three people were hanging in the air like a string of candied haws. Under them, the out-of-control Lincoln sedan was slowly falling into the sea, and crashed into a pile of scrap metal on the remaining bridge piers.

"Oh my God! He's simply a superman!" Sonny Quinn rubbed his face hard, unable to believe what he saw.

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Two helicopters landed one after another on Little Duck Island at the end of the "Seven Mile Bridge". Some curious local residents and tourists, attracted by the previous explosion, gathered around curiously.

As a result, they were shocked by two Harrier II attack aircraft that landed on the road one after another.

Even though these aircraft have an average age of over 25 years, how many ordinary people have actually seen a fixed-wing aircraft vertically land on a highway?

Local police who were sent to maintain order and firefighters who were there just in case blocked the intersection leading to the bridge with police cars and fire trucks and tried to maintain order at the scene.

"How much time do we have?"

Jack swung his arms twice, not because he was injured in the previous "stunt", but to use this action to get rid of Jess's hug on him. Didn't you see that Harry behind them had sparks in his eyes?

Gibson glanced at the time on his watch and saw that it was almost six o'clock. "The explosion could happen at any time."

After saying that, he hurriedly ran to a police officer and snatched the loudspeaker from him, "Attention everyone! A nuclear explosion is about to happen. If you don't want your balls to be irradiated, everyone hide under the roadbed on the north side and don't look at the flash!"

"Don't look at the flash!"

Similar warnings were quickly passed down, including three Harrier II pilots who had already gotten off the plane and lay on the side of the road with their helmets in hand along with the members of Team B.

Although both the military and the CIA said that the three nuclear warheads had a maximum equivalent of 15,000 tons, necessary preparations still had to be made. Kissing under the flash of a nuclear explosion sounds romantic, but only a fool would do that.

Time passed little by little, and the sun had completely jumped out of the sea level, spreading its sunlight on the white sand beach not far away.

Everything seemed so beautiful. If one ignored the police cars and helicopters parked on the road, the two even more exaggerated Harrier IIs, and the nervous people leaning against the roadbed, it would just be an ordinary holiday morning.

Until a white light appeared from the horizon, a light more dazzling than the sun pierced through the light morning mist, and a second sun appeared in the southern sky.

A rolling mushroom cloud rose from the sea level, and a visible shock wave swept the surroundings. Although Jack knew that the distance was too far to be transmitted here, he still had the illusion that the sea breeze had become stronger.

"I guess so." Jepson grabbed his shoulders and said to him in a puzzled look, "But you have to promise me that you will stay calm."

Harry glared at him in dissatisfaction, and nodded perfunctorily, "Hurry up and tell me!"

"Aziz's helicopter landed on a building under construction in Miami 20 minutes ago. He and his men then occupied the 20th floor and above of the building. Currently, the Miami police have blocked off the entire area."

"But." Gibson carefully observed Harry's expression, not knowing whether he should continue.

"Helen, right? Helen became their hostage." Harry finished the rest of his words for him. He had already learned from Jessie that Aziz took his wife away by helicopter.

"Yes, but don't be impulsive, Harry." Gibson knew his partner very well and kept winking at Jack beside him.

But Harry ignored him, snatched the radio from his hand, turned around and rushed towards a Harrier II.

Gibson ran after him, yelling, "Hey, Harry, listen to me, it's going to be okay, Miami SWAT and the FBI are here. Damn it, this is screwed."

Harry snatched the helmet from the pilot's hand in front of his confused eyes and said, "Excuse me, Captain, I need to borrow your plane."

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Gibson, who was used to cleaning up his partner's mess, followed closely and stopped the pilot who was trying to take back his helmet. "Hey, guys, don't worry. The higher-ups asked you to fully cooperate with us, didn't they?"

"Well, yes, that's right, but this is too much." The pilot had to look for help from his captain, the rear cabin pilot of the two-seat training Harrier II.

"That was a direct order from Admiral Kleinman, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and also from the White House, Captain." Gibson stunned the pilot.

Meanwhile, Jack has borrowed Jason's headset and has contacted Admiral Al Kleiman again.

He was being cunning and didn't mention Harry's plan to steal a Harrier II and fly it himself. Instead, he said he needed the two-seat trainer to take him to Miami as soon as possible because there was a nuclear bomb there that needed to be dealt with.

Admiral Kleiman naturally agreed, so Jack handed the headset to the captain who had the final say among the three pilots.

"Although... at least there should be a process to follow?"

The captain felt a little confused. He had just exploded a nuclear bomb and intercepted another one before that. How come there was still one now? How many were lost?

Gibson, who was still talking nonsense nearby just to help his partner delay the pilots, suddenly had his eyes light up and quickly came up to the captain.

"Just give it to me if you need anything signed. Do you have a pen? I'll do it."

"Dad, Jack, you guys?" Jessie looked worriedly at Harry who was conducting various pre-flight checks, and Jack who was taking a helmet from another pilot.

"Hey, Jack! Take these." Team B captain Jason took off his equipment and coat while running, and deputy captain Ray Perry beside him handed him his SR25 sniper rifle.

Sonny jokingly said, "Be careful! You'll catch a cold if you go up like this."

Amid the laughter of the SEALs, Jack realized that he had been shirtless all the way here.

After putting on his coat and helmet and picking up his equipment, Jack hugged Jessie, whispered a word of comfort in her ear, and followed the captain into the two-seater training plane.

At the same time, on another Harrier II, Gibson was leaning out of the window and muttering, "Harry, you haven't flown this thing for more than 20 years. Is it really okay?"

Harry slapped his hand away angrily and said, "If you break it, deduct it from my salary. Be careful not to get caught." He closed the cabin cover before he finished speaking.

"Damn bastard." Gibson muttered as he jumped off the plane. He then quickly directed the stunned police and firefighters to drive away the surrounding onlookers and clear a takeoff runway on the road.

The Harrier II can indeed take off and land vertically, but in reality, hovering and landing are no problem, but taking off from the spot is only possible when it is empty and has half a tank of fuel.

Although the two Harrier IIs have shot down the two air-to-ground missiles under their respective wings, the two air-to-air missiles and two rocket pods have not been used, and not much fuel has been consumed.

Therefore, there was no way of taking off from the spot. After the two pilots helped to fill the 100-liter water tank required for "water afterburner", the engine was started again. The trainer plane took Jack on a short takeoff from the road first, and then Harry, driving the single-seat version of the Harrier II, also shakily rose into the sky.

On the ground, Gibson was still holding the innocent pilot who was abandoned and chattering there, and it was unclear whether he was comforting him or himself.

"He was also a pilot in your Marine Corps. He flew the Harrier II for hundreds of hours. Although that was more than 20 years ago, it's like riding a bicycle. Once you learn it, you will never forget it, right?"

Jie Qian stared blankly at the tracks left by the two fighter planes in the sky, and grabbed the chattering middle-aged fat man, "Hurry up and get on the helicopter, we have to rush to Miami too."

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Miami at this time has become a chaotic city, and countless people want to escape from the city, at least leave the downtown area.

Shocking news was being broadcast on TV and the Internet: "The streets were full of people fleeing in panic. In less than half an hour, hundreds of car accidents occurred in the city center."

".Police are evacuating people from under a building under construction"

"They are firing at our news helicopters with impunity. Oh my God! What am I seeing? Someone is firing missiles at a BBC helicopter!"

"The scene was horrific. I don't think there are any survivors on the plane. The police officers and ordinary people on the ground also seemed to have been injured or killed. Let us mourn for them."

"According to reliable information, the terrorists occupying the building are the terrorist organization 'Dark Jihad' that just detonated a nuclear bomb on the island of Zis south of the Florida Keys. They have just released a video statement claiming that they have more than one nuclear bomb in their hands."

In a 22-story building in downtown Miami that has not yet been fully completed, Aziz changed several channels with the TV remote control, a satisfied smile on his face.