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Mike and his Mr. President have just successfully dealt with a small, fully armed formation that was clearly ill-intentioned, but with Mike's high alertness and response, a possible crisis was successfully resolved.

Now, the two have safely arrived at the underground garage, which is relatively hidden and is also the evacuation point Jesse pre-arranged. The garage is dim and quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing between the walls.

The two of them opened the door of a black security car and got in. This was a specially treated vehicle that not only had a sturdy bulletproof body, but was also equipped with an advanced communication system and alarm device to ensure a quick response in an emergency. The president got in the car with a sullen face, while Mike went around to the other side of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

As the vehicles slowly drove out of the garage, the scene on the streets of London was depressing. The once bustling shops and busy streets were now only lit by sporadic emergency lights and citizens rushing to safety.

The streets were no longer brightly lit, and the shadow of the attack cast a dark shadow over the entire city. The streets were deserted, the windows of shops were broken, and the vehicles on the streets were broken down or abandoned, becoming victims of the attack.

The security car sped along the silent road, and Mike was nervously thinking about the next move, silently planning the route to ensure that the president could reach the embassy as quickly and safely as possible. At the same time, he put his ear close to the radio, listening to any possible real-time intelligence and instructions.

The president sat in the passenger seat. Although he remained calm on the surface, Mike could sense his inner tension. In this situation, any small accident could lead to disastrous consequences. Therefore, Mike held the pistol next to the car door tightly, ready to deal with any possible emergency.

London's nights have become unusually quiet because of the crisis, and the once bustling city seems to have been paused.

"It doesn't feel right..."

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. Mike stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the car slowed down, and with a turn of the steering wheel, Mike drove the car into the right lane, his eyes vigilantly observing the movements around him.

"Squeak~,"

Mike stepped on the brakes and the car stopped at an intersection. The cold wind swept through the quiet street, bringing with it a chill. With the light from the car lights, Mike spotted a shadowy figure hiding behind a car on the street.

The President swallowed his saliva: "It doesn't look good, Mike..."

Mike's face was tense, and he shook his head with a wry smile, saying, "I can't think of any words of comfort, sir! This is really not good!"

The president found a way to make peace with the situation: "It could have been worse, but at least I have a car now."

"Great job, no one can stop us!"

Mike gripped the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the accelerator. The black security car rushed out like a black lightning. On both sides of the street, a group of armed men pulled the trigger coldly, and bullets fell on the security car like a torrential rain.

The car body was specially made to be bulletproof, but Mike was not intimidated by the hail of bullets, and drove the safety car through the hail of bullets. He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, driving with full concentration, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and determination into this car.

In the streets late at night, the sound of gunfire resounded through the sky, and bullets intertwined into a large net of death. The bulletproof armor of the car body made a dull knocking sound, like the beating of a war drum, and every knock was terrifying.

Listening to the sound of rain hitting banana leaves, Mike sneered, and the steering wheel in his hand became more stable. The safety car shuttled through the rain of bullets like a fish.

Suddenly, a mortar shell hit the side of the safety car, causing a huge explosion that almost flipped the safety car over. Mike in the car was also shaken by the impact of the explosion, but he bit his cheek tightly and held the steering wheel even harder with both hands, and the safety car continued to move forward amid the explosion.

"Damn it! Hold on, we can definitely make it!"

Mike shouted loudly to the pale-faced President, his voice full of determination.

Finally, on a narrow street, after the security vehicle was hit by three mortar rounds, they succeeded in shaking off the militants and moving further and further away from them.

The president turned around and saw that the militants had been left far behind. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked with lingering fear: "Are we safe now?"

Mike also relaxed his tense nerves at this time. He looked at the street behind him and confirmed that there was no trace of the pursuer. His tense face gradually relaxed. He turned his head, looked at Mr. President, and said, "Yes, Mr. President, we are safe now!"

The president cheered: "We succeeded, we did it! Hahahaha..."

However, just when the tense atmosphere was beginning to ease, a loud noise broke the tranquility of the night. A large truck suddenly rushed out from the intersection, the truck was very fast, like a beast rising from the darkness. It crashed into the President's security car without hesitation.

The safety car was hit and flew into the air, like a fragile piece of paper, tumbling and spinning in the air. The President and Mike were thrown heavily into the cabin by the huge impact force. In an instant, the world spun and everything became blurry.

The world seemed to collapse at this moment, safety and peace were ruthlessly torn apart, and a new crisis had arrived.

Then, a minibus drove over from a distance, and a group of armed men in the car jumped out without hesitation, holding weapons, and rushed towards Mike and the President.

The blood on his forehead blurred Mike's vision, and his mind went blank, as if his soul had left his body. He felt like a bystander, watching the militants violently drag the president out of the car and put him on the minibus.

Mike felt powerless and wanted to do something, but he found himself as if he was tied up and unable to move. Watching the president being taken away, the pain and anger in his heart surged like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

………………

London Metropolitan Police, Surveillance Centre.

"The monitoring system has been restored?!!"

As a group of staff cheered, Kevin turned to look at Jesse in surprise: "How did you do that?"

"I disabled the authorization code to shut down the surveillance system!"

Jesse explained expressionlessly: "They have been monitoring us using our surveillance system..."

Looking at the excited crowd, Jesse stood up and walked out the door.

Kevin came back to his senses: "Wait, what authorization code did you say? What does that mean?"

…………

The underground garage of the police department has always been a quiet and dark place. At this moment, the silence was broken, and the faint light shone through the garage vents and sprinkled on the mottled ground, which looked particularly strange. The air was filled with the smell of dampness and motor oil, accompanied by the occasional wind, giving people an indescribable feeling of depression.

Carl Burke, the bald middle-aged man who was the director of the police department's office, was nervously taking the suitcase out of the trunk of his car and preparing to transfer it to another safety car. His movements seemed a little hasty, and every time he pulled the handle of the suitcase, there was a dull sound. Perhaps due to the echo in the garage, the sound kept echoing in the empty space, making people feel scared. Just when he was busy, he suddenly stopped what he was doing, and his ears moved slightly, as if he heard something.

His eyes became alert, carefully observing the surrounding environment. The dim light and swaying shadows formed strange patterns on his face, making his expression look even more nervous and frightened.

Carl Burke looked around, as if looking for the source of his uneasiness. However, he found nothing except silence and darkness. He took a deep breath and continued to work, but his eyes never left the surroundings, as if he was ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.

"Next time you rebel and run away, remember to steal a car and drive it here to replace the car you use to escape. It's best to steal a car without a tracking system, otherwise it will be too boring."

Just then, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, echoing like a ghost in the silent night.

The voice was cold, with a hint of subtle teasing, as if mocking Burke's helplessness and predicament. Burke's muscles instantly tensed up, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his knuckles made a slight sound due to excessive force. He slowly turned around and looked at Jesse who came out of the darkness.

Jesse's figure appeared particularly tall and gloomy in the dim light, his eyes flashing coldly in the darkness, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of Burke's heart. There was a faint and cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Burke's heart was filled with confusion and fear. He didn't know why Jesse appeared here. He could only clench his fists tightly, trying to hide his inner uneasiness and panic.

"Burke, you look surprised."

Jesse's voice sounded particularly clear in the silent night, and his footsteps sounded particularly heavy. He slowly walked to Burke and stopped, with a hint of sarcasm on his face: "You forgot to delete the access record! It contains your authorization code. The evidence is irrefutable. The surveillance video shows that it was you who logged in!"

Burke looked around and saw that only Jesse was there. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jesse's cold words: "Get down on the ground!"

"Jesse..."

Burke's eyes flickered a few times, and he said, "Don't you think that our intelligence department is in the most dangerous moment since World War I? The barbarians have come to our door and we are still cutting the budget... Our body has collapsed. Jesse, you know as well as I do that changes must be made!"

"So, you want to teach me a lesson?"

Jesse looked at his former teammate coldly and slowly raised the gun in his hand.

Burke raised his hand and tried to negotiate with Jesse: "An additional 2000 million euros! Follow me, Jesse. Believe me, there is no good ending if you stay here. It has always been their traditional skill to abandon the donkey after it has done its job."

Jesse shouted coldly: "Get down on the ground!"

Bourke looked at Jesse's cold eyes, shook his head slowly, and slowly backed away.

"Burke, get down on the ground!"

Glancing at the pistol in the trunk of the car, Jesse warned again: "Get down on the ground!!!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A loud bang echoed in the quiet underground garage. Bourque just turned around and tried to pick up the pistol, but his movements became unusually slow. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Jesse actually shot.

Seeing Bourque turning around and trying to fight back with a gun, Jesse pulled the trigger without hesitation. The sound of the gunshot was like the release of her inner anger, and at that moment, her world seemed to collapse.

Bourque covered his chest, blood flowing out from between his fingers. His body slowly fell to the ground, his eyes full of confusion and pain. He seemed to be struggling to say something, but as another gunshot rang out, he finally lowered his head weakly.

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

Seven fifty-nine.

In the simple unfinished house, under the dim light, the atmosphere in the room is tense and depressing. The bare bricks and stones on the four walls, without any decoration, make the cruelty of the silence even more apparent.

In this inconspicuous room, an unexpected drama is unfolding. The president, the normally dignified leader of the country, is now beaten black and blue by the militants. The swollen scars on his face reveal the fierce struggle he has just experienced. His hands are tied tightly behind his back with ropes, and his body is shaking slightly.

Standing in the middle of the room, the President looked around, his eyes sweeping over every militant. He knew that his fate was now in the hands of these people.

"The power has been restored, just waiting for the network to connect!"

Computer expert Ahmed turned to look at Deputy Chief James and spoke.

James looked at his watch and urged, "Hurry up! Time is almost up, we can't miss the appointment!"

Ahmed's fingers were rapidly tapping on the keyboard, the code on the laptop screen was scrolling smoothly like a waterfall, his eyes were focused and nervous. This was his most important mission, any mistake could lead to irreversible consequences. He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and silently counted down the seconds.

“OK, just a few more seconds. …Okay, now we can go live!”

As soon as Ahmed finished speaking, the whole room fell into an awkward silence. The camera slowly turned and finally stopped at the president, whose face was bruised and bloodied. The president's eyes revealed an indescribable pain and despair. The former majesty and glory were gone, replaced by a sense of desolation and helplessness.

"The whole world says hello, Mr. President!"

James' voice echoed in the room, with a hint of sarcasm and contempt in his tone.

James walked up to the president, gently grasped his hair, and turned his head towards the camera. At that moment, the whole world seemed to stop.

At eight o'clock, the image of the President appeared on screens around the world. His face was covered with bruises and blood, and his eyes showed endless sorrow and regret. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

At this moment, about half of the people in more than 200 countries around the world were watching him through the Internet broadcast. The president's dignity and authority were completely destroyed, and he became a laughing stock and tragedy around the world.

(End of this chapter)