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"Sir, you might want to see this!"

Just then, Mason projected an audio and video onto the big screen behind the Vice President.

Simmonds' image appeared on the screen.

The background is a dim office, and Simmons, who is fully armed, has hatred in his eyes:
"My dear Western friends, you think war only exists in distant deserts, thousands of miles away from your comfortable shopping malls. You send the poor to our land, or murder our families from the air! Your days are over, we bring war to you! Remember this, your world has been changed forever from today..."

"Zizi~"

The video was interrupted and the conference room fell silent.

"Oh… God!"

Howard exclaimed: "It has spread on the Internet, and people all over the world have seen it!!"

The Vice President gritted his teeth: "Symonds!!"

"The sixth person on the list of ten!"

Ruth said, "Because of him, more people have died than the plague. He sells weapons to every failed country. He has a huge network of relationships, mercenary organizations, corporate companies..."

"Beep beep beep~~"

Just then, a phone rang, interrupting the Vice President's speech.

Howard picked up the phone and looked at the Vice President: "Mr. Vice President, it's Simmons..."

The Vice President nodded: "Take it!"

Simmons' figure appeared on the screen again, still in the same room. Simmons's mouth curled up slightly and he said, "I didn't expect you to refuse the call. ... You don't have to look for my location. I think you understand. I have set up anti-tracking."

"I'm a little confused by you."

The Vice President stared at Simmons. “I thought you had learned your lesson and gone back to your rat hole.”

Simmons said hatefully: "I never did anything to you!"

The Vice President spoke up, “But you armed those who did it!”

Simmons emphasized again: "I sell fuse, Mr. Vice President! ... Just like you!"

The Vice President got straight to the point: “What do you want?”

Simmons: "Your president, I can stop now, as long as you give him to me!"

The vice president flatly refused: "Don't even think about it!"

"Then from now on, all these deaths will be blamed on you!" Simmons threatened and hung up the phone.

The Vice President looked around at everyone. "Symonds is selling weapons in the name of a fake company. Some of them may be in London. Find their contacts. They may have been planning this operation for several years. There will inevitably be loopholes. We must find them before they catch the President!"

This president is so lucky, how could he survive even after this?

The Vice President sighed inwardly:

"Let them act now! The British are unreliable, and the police are the first to bear the brunt. Who can be trusted now?"

"It can now be determined that all means of communication are being monitored!" Howard looked at the vice president: "Anything that is not protected can fall into the hands of the enemy. Mike must be aware of this."

"How are they going to call for help now?" Ruth asked.

"Pause the screen! Sir, is Mike left-handed?"

Mason suddenly pointed at the screen and shouted, then stood up and walked to the monitor, asking the staff to enlarge the screen, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"No! He's right-handed!"

The Vice President shook his head and looked at the screen.

"The president's travels are definitely monitored by drones or satellites, and Mike knows this."

Mason pointed at Mike's strange hand gesture on the screen: "Look at his left hand, left-handed, six!"

Howard suddenly realized: "It's the gesture of MI6!"

"Find all the MI6 bases in the area and help me get through to London."

Everyone reacted and showed joy on their faces. The vice president's voice was filled with sadness: "Good job, Mike! Hahahaha~~"

...............

Metropolitan Police, London.

"Mr. Vice President Trumbull, nice to meet you!"

Kevin looked at the dark face on the screen, greeted him, and took a deep breath: "I'm afraid there is no good news... Most of the Western leaders who came to attend the state funeral are dead, except for the leaders of our two countries who survived."

"At the state funeral, every Western leader will show up. Everyone is a target. Damn it, we took the bait!" The vice president gritted his teeth and asked, "What happened at the scene?"

"Militants killed 19 emergency personnel, and 30 others are still missing!"

"They were pretending to be our people, and our people walked right into their ambush," said Alex Kingston, head of intelligence.

The Vice President nodded and said, "We are happy to help!"

"Then remember that London could become the second Fallujah," the British defense minister said. "We don't want to see your president trapped in a city war either."

"According to our intelligence," the vice president said, "your police department has been infiltrated by them. I don't know which department of yours I can trust now..."

"What you just said is equivalent to eliminating half of London's police force?" Kevin frowned and said, "Unless you can tell me how to distinguish between good guys and bad guys! We can only withdraw all the rescuers."

The defense minister frowned: "Hand over London?!"

"He's right," the Vice President said. "If all legitimate civil servants are removed, the only ones left are the militants. The sooner we resolve this, the more likely we are to prevent London from being completely engulfed in flames."

Deputy Defense Minister Alex said, "So how do we give orders to our people?"

"Air raid siren!"

Kevin said with a dark face, "After the alarm is sounded, everyone will know to stay in a safe place, and then send troops to clean up... Check every house if necessary! Find all these bastards!"

“Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu~~~~”

At 4 p.m., a shrill air raid sirens sounded over London. The whole city was shrouded in thick smoke. On the streets, people looked up at the sky in fear, their faces full of worry and anxiety. They quickly sought shelters, hoping to escape the impending disaster.

Soon, the once bustling streets became dead silent.

People at home nervously closed windows and drew curtains to protect themselves from the bomb's fragments and shockwaves. They hugged their children, comforted the elderly, and tried to remain calm. Some hurriedly packed up important items, ready to evacuate if necessary.

The whole city was filled with an atmosphere of tension and fear. People prayed silently, hoping that the disaster would pass as soon as possible. They knew that at this moment, their survival and future were threatened.

Mike took the president through the quiet and deserted streets for a long time, and the two men, sweating profusely, came to a building.

"Tuk~~,"

"Good evening!!"

I rang the doorbell and a man's voice came from inside.

Mike responded with the code: "Is Auntie here?"

With a "click", the door opened.

Walking up the stairs, Mike skillfully led the president to the safe house. At the door, a black-haired European woman in a tight uniform smiled at Mike:
"It's really nice to see two handsome guys visiting on such a beautiful night."

Mike nodded: "Long time no see, Jesse!"

"Yeah, not long enough!"

Jesse smiled, turned around and greeted the president: "Hello, Mr. President!"

"Sir, this is Jacqueline," Mike introduced, "an MI6 elite. Don't mess with her."

After looking him up and down, the president nodded and said, "Hello!"

After saying hello, the two followed Jesse into the room.

“Although the phone is not working, we still received this.”

Jesse opened a laptop, turned the screen toward Mike, and pressed play.

The Vice President’s voice came from the speakers: “Mr. President, Mike, I hope you can receive this message smoothly. Mike, we have received your message. You must not know who to trust now. The previous identity verification may have been tampered with, so I use this to prove it: Have you ever experienced the pleasure of a person pulling up a 30-kilogram Atlantic mackerel from the sea of ​​Jekyll Island? ... We secretly dispatched a commando team, and they should be heading to you now. They will take you to the US Embassy, ​​where an armed convoy will be on standby to escort you to a military aircraft beyond the range of surface-to-air missiles.”

Remembering his previous conversation with the Vice President, Mike nodded: "It's him!"

After hearing this, the President was delighted: "Thank God, we can finally leave this damn place!"

Thinking about the embarrassing escape, Mike couldn't help but ask, "Who is the mastermind behind this?"

Jesse said, "Symonds!"

The president, who had been hunted all the way, suddenly realized: "It was him? Simmons is a complete criminal who specializes in arms trafficking and uses the government as a cover. We launched a drone airstrike on him two years ago, and the G8 has approved it, so we did it. I didn't expect him to survive. We didn't know beforehand that his family was also..."

"Obviously, he has now succeeded in his revenge!"

Mike sighed, "How about the civilian side?"

Jesse shook his head, feeling unhappy: "Although the main target of the attack was not civilians, there was still collateral damage, and it was huge!"

After a pause, he continued, "They are targeting the government. There is no help from other countries. This is just Simmons's personal show, but he still managed to recruit so many people. It's like the United Nations composed of our enemies."

"Who is the traitor? There must be such a person!"

Mike couldn't figure out who betrayed their whereabouts. Knowing their whereabouts and all the defense situations, this person must be of high status.

"you're right!"

Jesse nodded. "They also infiltrated our surveillance system. It's impossible for someone outside to do this."

Mike frowned: "Yes, but... who is it?"

Jesse shook his head: "I don't know!"

"Mike, if you hadn't sped up the journey this time..."

Listening to the two's discussion, the president recalled what happened before and said with lingering fear: "We may have already..."

"It seems the person you met has arrived?"

Jesse pointed to the surveillance screen.

The two of them moved closer and saw on the screen that a team of fully armed special forces were cautiously approaching the door of the safe house.

"When did Trumbull leave the message?"

Looking at this group of people, Mike frowned.

"…six thirteen."

Jesse pulled up the records and spoke.

"32 minutes, they can't come that fast!"

Mike looked at his watch and said solemnly, "Can you zoom in on the surveillance?"

"can!"

Jesse operated a few times on the computer, and the figures of the armed men could be clearly seen on the screen.

“They’re not sweating!”

Mike turned to look at the president and expressed his doubts: "They are carrying nearly 20 kilograms of equipment, and they came all the way from the base camp without breaking a sweat."

Jesse shook his head: "It must be them!"

"They went around to the back..."

Mike said: "It doesn't look like a rescue team!"

"Please, don't tell me this is not our commando team!" The president looked at the monitor nervously.

"They may have intercepted Trumbull's message."

Jesse looked at the strange behavior of the armed team on the screen and confirmed their identity.

Mike turned to look at Jesse: "Jesse..., where is the weapons vault?"

"I'll take you to get the weapons! It's not safe here anymore, let's go to the garage first."

Jesse led the two men quickly towards the armory.

"Their target is us. Your most important task now is to find the traitor!"

After packing up his weapons and equipment, Mike did not go with Jesse, but stayed with the president. After giving Jesse instructions, he quickly set up an ambush.

Jesse looked at him deeply, nodded, and walked towards the underground garage without saying a word.

...............

Metropolitan Police.

"How did you come?"

The office manager looked at Jesse who came in with some surprise.

Jesse observed the surroundings and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he said, "There is a traitor among us!"

The director nodded: "I know!"

Jesse asked, "So what do you have any idea?"

The director looked serious: "This person has the right to access all information, routes, safety protocols, emergency rescue services..."

"Jacqueline, why are you here?"

Just then, Police Chief Kevin came over.

"Nothing, let me take a look."

Jesse glanced at him and said, "Take me to the monitoring system center."

"Oh well!"

Kevin looked at him in surprise, shrugged, and led Jesse into the monitoring center.

Jesse turned on the computer and started to operate it. After a while, he stopped what he was doing and said, "Of the 119 known shell companies used by Simmons, 28 are in the UK, 11 of which are in London. All the physical companies he used in the past adopted crude communication methods. Except for this one, there has been no communication with the outside world so far!"

"Ok?"

Kevin came over with the director and looked at the address on something. Kevin said, "It's still under construction. No one lives or works there."

"So, he attracted our attention even more."

Jesse nodded. "I asked our analysts to check the electricity usage... It has increased dramatically in the past three weeks. If no one lives or works there... this is even more suspicious."

Kevin was shocked: "Central London?!"

(End of this chapter)