Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 2003 Recalling the Destruction of Killing

Mu Yuan handed the gun to the caster, hurried down, almost hit Jack who went out in person. "Sir, do you personally negotiate?"

"Yes, Mandela asked me to personally negotiate." Jack did not wear protective clothing, it looked very calm, undisturbed, Mu Yuan stunned, if Mandela detonated the bomb? Isn't he dangerous?

“I did this kind of thing for the first time, I want to accumulate experience, can I follow it?”

"This is a dirty bomb, you are sure not to hide in the command car? Command the car to prevent radiation." Jack said lightly.

Mu Yuan shook his head and was very firm. "I am a soldier. If I hide behind, where do the people I protect hide?"

Jack seemed to be a bit surprised and nodded. "Come up."

"Yes!" Mu Yuan hurriedly followed.

Mandela is not very old. At the age of thirty-seven or eight, the photo was taken seriously. Some people were surprised by the small Sven. Because there was some wolverine in the east, they tried to hold up a doctor. The dignity, the gaze is clean, and his two children are tightly held. The two children are also very respectful and dependent on their father. Mrs. Mandela sneaked a tear on the side, Mubara is dead, and her chest is gone. A bomb.

Mandela said, "I am the one I killed."

Someone went to the autopsy, a bullet in the chest, very accurate, a shot, and no breath, Jack nodded, indicating that the person carried the body out, faintly asked, "Where is the explosive device?"

"First send my wife and children away."

Jack looked at him indifferently, "Mu Yuan, telling him what the first code of counter-terrorism is."

Mu Yuan slightly lifted his chin, "Never talk about conditions with terrorists!"

Jack answered. "Have you heard it? I ask again, where is the explosive device?"

Mrs. Mandela was trembling, seeing Jack looking at her and hurriedly pulling Mandela’s hand. “Come on him, where are the explosive devices, we go home, we go home, don’t do these harms anymore. It's a thing."

Mandela finally provided the location of the dirty bombs. In the center of the market, and very smart choices on the tuyere, the bomb device has been put away, and Mu Yuan did not find the street fighting map twice.

Mu Yuan took a step back and lowered the sound. The voice passed into the radio. "Sir, when I drew the map, I didn't see the explosive device three times. It was very secret. I specially checked it. Before dawn, here. No explosives were placed."

Jack asked, "When is the bomb placed?"

"Last night," Mandela said. "I have already arranged my wife and children. I wanted to make the last vote. Who will make you more trouble? Who will make you more trouble?"

His look was very excited and indignant. The children shouted at his father with his arm. Jack looked at him indifferently. "Mu Yuan, look at the past."

"Yes!"

Mu Yuan checks the dirty bombs. If it is not nervous, it is a lie. If Mandela is a devastating personality and blasts a bomb, his life will be accounted for here.

Every step, he walked very carefully.

He also thought of one thing. If he died here, at least a few thousand people will die today. In ten years, it is estimated that tens of thousands will die.

The explosive device was not too big. As Jack judged, it was indeed the size he took away. Mu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that he thought more. He turned back and said, "No problem."

(End of this chapter)