"It's enough to shoot a short section. All we want is a picture, even one frame." Qin Fei said, "We're not going to watch a documentary, we have to watch it all."
Yuri smiled miserably and said: "I know this very well, it's just the pictures taken..."
Speaking of this, his brows furrowed tightly.
When he arrived, he said, "Well, you'd better see for yourselves."
As he spoke, he put his finger on the touch pad and controlled the progress bar to return to about 8:39 pm last night.
There was finally an image on the screen. Judging from the image, the palace was still brightly lit at that time, and around 8:39, everyone should be in the banquet hall of the Central Palace, because the banquet started at 8:30 sharp
of.
After pressing the play button, the image began to shake slightly. From the screen, you can see that the two gate guards at the gate of the East Palace are still there, holding guns in their hands and pacing back and forth in the open space in front of the palace gate.
Suddenly, one of them fell limply to the ground, and the other seemed to be alarmed. In a panic, he dropped the Famas assault rifle originally hanging on his right shoulder from his shoulder.
His movements were so slow that they were almost useless.
Then I saw that his head seemed to have been hit hard by something invisible. It tilted to the right, and he fell heavily to the ground, without even a chance to breathe.
Qin Fei's heart seemed to be clenched by something.
It can be seen from the gun-holding movements of these palace guards that they are too lax. If they were on duty, they should have hung the guns on their chests, held the guns with both hands, and maintained a shooting posture at all times.
The advantage of this is that you can shoot even if you don't see the enemy.
As a guard, as long as the gunshot is fired, it can act as a warning.
"Tell Lao Zhou that these guards in the palace need to be properly trained. Don't just train the National Defense Force. The training level of these guards responsible for the security of the palace does not even reach the level of a soldier in the field army."
Qin Fei couldn't help but turn his face to the side, looked at Lao Yu and said.
After the two guards reached the end, the surveillance camera suddenly shook.
Qin Fei looked at the time in the upper left corner of the screen, which happened to be eight forty-one.
After the explosion in the banquet hall last night, Qin Fei looked at his luminous military watch. It was exactly 8:42 at that time. Excluding the time when everyone made hedging reactions just after the explosion, it was estimated that the jitter in the surveillance camera was
It was because the violent explosion produced sound waves that caused some weak interference.
Then, the camera instantly went black.
The explosion occurred in the power control room. Once the control room was bombed, the power supply to the entire palace would be cut off in an instant. In other words, the monitoring circuits lost power supply at this moment, so everything went black.
"It's just gone?" Lei Ming couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you say that a video was captured?"
"Be patient!" Yuri rolled his eyes at Lei Ming, "I said yes, so are you questioning my professionalism?"
Lei Ming can fight, and he can be said to be good at using computer technology, but he is not on the same level as someone like Yuri.
As a result, he was convinced.
You have no right to question other people's professionalism. That's asking for trouble.
"It's coming, it's coming, look!" Following Yuri's reminder, everyone's nerves were tense and their eyes were fixed on the screen.
The camera image suddenly moved, then flashed for about a second, and then turned into water ripples.
Obviously, the camera has been interfered with.
"No more." Yuri sighed and leaned back in his chair, "There are only so many pictures left."
"What!?" Even Eric couldn't help it this time: "Where's the picture? Where's the promised section?"
"Here." Yuri said, jumping back to 8:42:36, and then slowing down the playback speed to -6 times.
The picture becomes sluggish, as if it is playing slowly frame by frame.
The camera that had gone dark suddenly lit up...
"Eh!?" Eric immediately discovered that in the small box in the upper right corner, one of the camera guns actually captured the image!
"Stop, stop, stop!" the old fish also shouted.
The screen was stopped by Yuri and then enlarged into a screenshot.
After some operations on the keyboard, a picture editing software appeared on the computer, and a stack of pictures appeared in the taskbar.
"The frame rate of this surveillance camera is 5 frames per second, and this short shooting was only half a second, that is to say, it captured 1, frame of picture, so I separated it all, which will help us select one
Use the clearest pictures with the best angles to view.”
He looked at the pictures and clicked them one by one.
In the half-second picture captured by the surveillance camera, a figure appeared.
"Only one person!?" Qin Fei touched his chin and resisted the black shadow.
Yuri clicked on the second picture again.
Judging from the footage, this man has walked up to the two dead guards and raised one of his feet.
"What is this guy doing?" The singer frowned, wondering what this guy was doing with his feet up.
Gun King Xu Wu immediately said: "The screenshot was taken for too long, only half a second, so it's hard to guess. But I think he was checking whether the guard was completely dead and whether he needed to re-shoot."
When Xu Wu said this, everyone thought it made sense.
This is a habitual action of every member of the special forces. Once a raid has captured a certain place, whether the enemy personnel lying on the ground are dead or not, they must carefully go up and kick the weapons in the opponent's hands, and then check
Whether it is already dead, if not, it is necessary to re-shoot to avoid sudden shooting in the back and causing casualties to one's own personnel.
"Why is this guy's head so blurry?" Qin Fei pointed at the intruder's head and said to Yuri: "Can you zoom in, remove the noise and noise, and make it clearer?"
Yuri said: "Well, I have this plan, and you guys came just now before I had time to do it."
"Hurry!" Qin Fei was impatient.
Yuri began to type different commands on his computer keyboard and click on different function keys with the mouse, which was dizzying.
A full ten minutes passed.
Yuri stopped his hand and cursed: "Fake!"
"What's wrong?" Qin Fei asked.
"This man is so cunning!" He Weiming on the side knew exactly what Yuri had done, so he replied: "His head..."
He Weiming stretched out his finger and tapped the enlarged head of the intruder's head.
There was a strange blur there, which looked like a bit of overexposed white light. The intruder was originally leaning sideways, and at least half of his face could be seen, but at this time, the light made his face blurry.
Clear, can't see it at all.
"His helmet is equipped with some strong light jammers. In the night vision mode of the camera, it is easily interfered by strong infrared light or some strong light. There is a small interference light source installed on the top of this man's head.
This prevents him from revealing his appearance even if he is caught on camera."
He Weiming said to Qin Fei: "This is a very careful guy. When he blew up the electric room, he also considered that the camera might have a backup power supply, so he installed a jammer nearby. He was afraid that he was not careful enough and exposed his whereabouts, so he
I have installed another miniature interference light source on my helmet!"
"Master!" Gao Ming smiled: "No wonder this guy is so neat and tidy in doing things. He can sneak into the palace and dare to do such a thing under our noses."
Qin Fei knew in his heart that even if he got this half-second image now, it would be meaningless. The other party could do all this, maybe even wearing a silicone mask on his face.
Maggie had worn it before, and the entire ghost team was wearing this sophisticated mask.
His heart fell back into the ice cellar again, and the hope of tracking down the "Achilles' heel" was probably even slimmer than winning a Mark Six lottery. (To be continued)