The film starts with the Navy SEALs

The vigilance of the terrorists was so low, I really thought they had controlled the entire White House, and they were so arrogant that they walked out without even taking a weapon.

Just opened the door halfway...

A hand appeared from the door as fast as lightning, passed through the crack of the door and pinched the terrorist's neck precisely, pinching the cervical spine in one fell swoop.

This terrifying inhuman grip made the terrorists unable to react, and died without any reaction.

Long Zhan threw away the terrorists who had died and turned into noodles like trash, and threw them into the monitoring room.

Then the terrorist whose neck was twisted outside the door was dragged into the monitoring room with one leg.

Close the door of the surveillance room.

Long Zhan began to look around inside.

As the security monitoring room of the Secret Service in the White House, it is equivalent to a stronghold in the White House, and it is impossible not to store night vision equipment.

Long Zhan needs a set of night vision equipment, and his hopes are pinned in this monitoring room.

There is a row of cabinets on the left wall. It is very likely that the equipment is stored in it, but it is a pity that you need to enter a password or insert a card next to it.

Long Zhan didn't know the password and didn't have a card, so he stood there and thought for a few seconds.

He turned around and returned to the two corpses.

After groping around the two corpses, they found a bunch of miscellaneous things, and found two cards with magnetic stripe chips.

"It should be this thing."

Long Zhan returned to the cabinet with two cards, and placed them on each cabinet one by one, letting the sensor on the cabinet sense the magnetic card.

"click~"

One of the cabinets opened.

The space inside the cabinet is not very big, not much bigger than a cat cage, and there are some miscellaneous things in it.

The smeared Long Zhan couldn't see clearly, so he stretched his hand in and pulled it all out.

He grabbed his two hands and put them on the table, and searched with the light of the monitor screen, and found that there were weapons, ammunition and some communication equipment inside, but no night vision goggles.

Long Zhan can only use another magnetic card, pinning his hopes on this magnetic card.

Better luck this time.

After trying for 2 hours, it turned on.

Long Zhan was still the same as before, reaching in with his big hand to dig inside, grabbing a handful with each hand, and putting them on the table to check one by one.

Good luck this time.

Saw a night vision scope that can be mounted on a rifle.

Just right.

Long Zhan skillfully installed it on the M4 carbine he got from searching the corpses.

Then you came to the surveillance camera console, and you scanned all the cameras, only to find that you couldn't see a single person.

However, some of the monitoring heads were hacked, and it was obvious that there was no silver 300 taels here.

Those terrorists who went to rest must be in the position where the monitoring screen is blacked out.

Long Zhan wrote down the room numbers and areas corresponding to these monitoring screens, and then quickly operated his fingers on the keyboard.

An interface pops up, showing that fingerprint recognition is required.

Long Zhan is a person who has studied VIP security and fully understands the use of security equipment. What he just entered was the command to turn off all cameras.

Turn off the cameras in the entire White House, so that although it will be exposed to the enemy, the White House contains other survivors.

However, compared to the possibility of being discovered wherever he goes, and only being able to move around in a limited space without cameras, Long Zhan still feels that it is more beneficial for him not to have cameras.

I can still believe that with his ability, as long as the location is not found by terrorists, a large number of people will come and besiege him.

Allowing him to act quietly in the dark, he is confident enough that these terrorists in the White House can't do anything about him.

The White House has an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, and it is impossible for terrorists to conduct a carpet search.

pity.

Fingerprints are required.

Long Zhan is not an employee of the Secret Service, let alone a senior management of the Secret Service. To turn off the monitoring of the White House, management authority must be required.

Without fingerprints, it's useless.

What should I do?
"The monitoring room is occupied by terrorists, so the original agents must be dead. Among the dead agents, there must be someone with authority."

Long Zhan thought to himself, and immediately began to search around in the monitoring room.

I walked around the outside room and didn't find it, but I could smell blood clearly, and there were traces of grenade explosions on the ground.

That proves that there was a shootout here before, and there must be bloodshed if there is a shootout.

They cleared the body away, and the blood certainly wouldn't wipe it.

Thinking of this, Long Zhan immediately turned on the night vision goggles on the gun, searched the ground casually, and found traces of blood.

Walking along the traces of learning, in a small house next door, 5 corpses were found.

Long Zhan didn't know who was the manager of the Secret Service, but he could tell from their clothes, the one with more upscale suits must be the manager.

There were two people in more advanced suits, and Long Zhan carried them back to the sky one by one.

Grab the first finger and press it on the fingerprint reader on the stage.

"duo~"

The screen is red and shows a fingerprint error.

Long Zhan tried another right hand, but the red fingerprint error was still displayed on the screen.

"Shouldn't it? Is it left-handed?"

With an attitude of giving it a try, Long Zhan pressed a corpse on the fingerprint reader with the other hand.

This time it worked.

With a beep.

The screen shows that the identity verification has passed, and a small avatar is displayed beside it, with the name written on it: "Senior Agent Loma."

Then there was a beeping sound...

The hundreds of cameras on more than a dozen monitor screens were all turned off in less than two seconds, turning into pitch blackness.

"OK, done."

In order to prevent someone from coming to repair it later, Long Zhan turned on the monitoring probe again, found the host along the line, took the unfinished coffee on the table and poured it in.

Soon there was a burning smell, and even the power of the monitoring display was automatically turned off.

Doomsday subsistence allowances.

The female terrorist in charge of controlling the computer system saw that the monitoring signal outside the connection was broken, and her face suddenly became serious.

Shouted: "Mr. Kang, there is a situation."

The terrorist leader walked over immediately and saw the dark monitoring signal on the screen, and the color became ugly.

Hastily ordered: "Hurry up and fix it."

"It seems that the surveillance camera system is broken and there is no way to fix it," the woman said.

"Call out the monitoring room video." Mr. Kang said.

"The monitoring system has been severely damaged. I don't know if it can be adjusted. I can only try my best." The female terrorist said.

"Fake!"

Mr. Kang, who has been calm since he came in, cursed angrily, turned around and ordered with a cold face: "Bring me the president."

The president is still very calm, not nervous about taking him away.

The chief of the Secret Service next to him was in a hurry, and asked loudly, "What are you going to do? You can't do that. I can negotiate with you."

(End of this chapter)