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Chapter 56 A Bad Start
Beckett's police car, now driven by Kassel.After following Beckett for so long, Cassel also learned to use various equipment on the police car.

I saw a police car with its siren blaring and flashing lights rushing out of the Chuanhuo Sacrificial Field and flying close to the ground.

Ash and Stark in the car silently tightened the roof handle above their heads, and there was no good thing to remind Cassel of the dangerous driving now.

At this moment, Kassel only needs a helmet to act as an F1 driver. It took less than 10 minutes to fly from the Chuanhuo Sacrificial Field to the east side of Long Island, more than [-] kilometers away.

Cassel easily found the temporary port where Stark docked the yacht at this time, with a violent tail flick, the vehicle turned around and stopped.

But now this private port is also occupied by densely packed Fobole agents, and all kinds of people come and go, very busy.

After getting out of the car, Ash could clearly see that Stark's legs were shaking, holding on to the co-pilot's door, and leaning against the door, looking like he had escaped from the sky.

Seeing a police car pull up, a little brother who was standing outside and wearing a special coat of Fobole came over to maintain order.

"Gentlemen, the NYPD has been ordered to cease any activity in this regard and please leave immediately."

The little brother looked like he was doing business, and there were other people approaching here vaguely around him, slowly surrounding the police car.

Ash took out the ID that he had already prepared in the car, showed it to the surrounding detectives, and said: "The military special person in charge of this operation, who is the commander on site, where is he now, and who is coming?" Where is the delta?"

When the surrounding agents saw Ash's ID, they saluted Ash one after another. The nearest person said, "The on-site commander is Jim Womack. He is currently in the command post. Delta is resting in the equipment room."

Ash walked directly towards the only tent on the scene, which must be the so-called command post.This is the case with the unprofessional Fobole, who always exposes the most important goals.

The Delta team was resting in the equipment room. According to the professional level of the army, ammunition depots were not allowed within [-] yards of the command post. They might be in a military train far away now.

After letting Ash go in, the rest of the group was going to stop Kassel and Stark. Seeing this, Ash said, "This is the arms consultant and risk assessment expert I invited, let them come in."

Ash took Cassel and Stark straight into the command post, opened the curtain of the tent, and Ash found that a commander who was obviously Delta was arguing with another.

"The order we received is to wait for the arrival of the new commander, not to cooperate with you in the so-called infiltration plan. Do you understand? Son of the Beach."

Commander Delta propped his hands on the table, crazily insulting another person standing across the table, spewing saliva, splashing the map on the table.

Ash walked to the side and pulled the buckle on Commander Delta's back, and said, "Sandman, don't get too excited, I'll be in charge from now on."

The person Ash called Sandeman heard Ash's words, turned around and saluted, and said happily, "It's a pleasure to see you again, sir."

Sandman, a member of the Delta Special Forces, a first-class sergeant major, code-named Sandman or Metal 01, is the commander of the alloy team, and once cooperated with Ash in various operations at the Phoenix Firebase.

Now that I can see Ash in this place, Sandman feels that the next whole operation is stable. Anyone who has served in the Phoenix Firebase knows that following Ash will ensure that everyone will come back alive.

Ash pulled a chair from behind Sandman, put it in front of the table, sat on it, and asked in a flat tone: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Sandman took a step back, stood behind Ash in a straddle position and said, "This Son of the Beach lets us protect a so-called weapons expert to sneak in first and disarm those gas bombs."

Ash looked across the table at the old agent, who looked a bit like an older James Bond.But just not as thick as Bond's hair.

"What's your name?"

"Jim Womack, Director of the Bureau of Investigation, is in charge of this operation." The old man was a little unhappy to see Ash, after all, there was suddenly another person who came to share power with him.

Ash leaned back on the chair, and his tone also became a little high: "Why, you are not satisfied with the strategy jointly formulated by Fobole and the military?"

Ash understood what the old guy in front of him was thinking. As long as he sent people in, would he be able to disarm those dangerous missiles? In addition, as long as people went in, he could write a strong and colorful report on it.

He doesn't care whether those who go in can complete the task.The task is completed, and everyone is happy. He has a good command and is the biggest hero.

It is not a pity that the mission failed. After all, everyone knows that the enemy this time is the elite marines, not to mention that they have a general as the commander, and their combat effectiveness has soared.

Jim pointed to the marked spot on the map and said, "As long as they go in, my munitions experts can disarm those missiles."

Hearing that the old man was so confident, Stark, who was hiding behind, couldn't bear it anymore. Who else could be a better munitions expert than him.

"Ahem, I think I'm the most powerful 'arms expert' here."

Stark deliberately emphasized the words "munitions expert", and the whole sentence sounded like he was satirizing the old guy at the scene.

Sure enough, before he found out who said this sentence, the old guy said impatiently: "Who is it, who dares to boast so much!"

"Of course it's me, Tony Stark. I think there are not many arms experts on this earth who can compare to me."

The flamboyant Stark followed Ash's example, dragged a chair over, sat in a row with Ash, and looked at the old guy Jim with the same unsuspecting expression.

Without any words that could refute Stark, old Jim shut up and stood there, comparing Ash and Stark across the table, like a student being lectured by a teacher and a parent.

"Devlin, your subordinates are a bit disobedient."

Ash didn't stop at all, and directly called the chief of Fobole, Devlin, and told Devlin about Jim's private actions in front of him.

"Ash, hold on tight, don't worry about that old bastard, he's done. I'll be there in five minutes."

Devlin's eager voice came from the voice on the phone, accompanied by the violent mechanical sound of propellers.

Every time Devlin said something, old Jim's face turned pale.Old Jim also understood that he was screwed this time.

It is not a big problem for intelligence organizations to act privately, and it is discovered after the action, and some say.But before the action is discovered, it is determined to play.

Old Jim just wanted to grab a time difference and make the report more beautiful, but he met Ash who came with the strongest arms dealer on earth.

(End of this chapter)