At the gate of the White House, several masked terrorists ran across the lawn, passed over corpses, and finally appeared in the guard room. After some operations, the large iron stake at the gate fell down, and a car slowly drove in, and the car finally stopped.
At the gate of the White House, other black hoods began to carry things out of the car.
Inside the White House, after the guards at the entrance were cleared, the terrorists were divided into several teams and began to search each room. There were hundreds of agents in the White House. Although most of them had died in previous battles, there must have been a small number scattered around.
This is a considerable force throughout the White House, and Starz will certainly not allow them to exist.
There were sporadic gunshots from all directions. The agents must have been discovered and set on fire. Although the agents of the Secret Service usually undergo rigorous training, the terrorists are not mediocre. They all have a
The common identity is that of mercenaries.
The White Mask has always had very high standards for selecting personnel. They have their own set of standards. The people they selected this time are all desperadoes, and they are desperadoes with professional skills and lawlessness.
Mercenaries are a group of people that even the God of Death despises. They walk between life and death every day and only care about money. Ninety percent of these thugs are retired soldiers from various countries, and many are even special forces.
Troops, the leader of which is Starz, a retired member of Delta.
Throughout the White House, more and more agents are being sought out by terrorists. They all work in teams of several people. They are in an advantageous position in terms of numbers and firepower, and they must never take prisoners. As soon as the agents appear, they will be killed almost immediately.
Set on fire.
Somewhere, Owen was hiding in the shadow beside the fireplace, quietly waiting for the terrorist team a few steps away to leave, until the footsteps gradually faded away.
Just a dozen meters away from him, Owen witnessed them kill another hidden agent. The agent killed an enemy before dying, but was also hit by the opponent.
After the terrorist team left, Owen came over. As expected, the weapons were taken away. The other party ignored the body of his companion and left it there. Owen gently touched the dead agent.
Eyes wide open.
Irving walked in the empty corridor, and sporadic gunshots came from the distance from time to time. Irving walked quietly with half a candlestick. Previously, President Palmer said that the safe house was under the library on the east side, so WikiLeaks said it was underground on the west side.
The statement was pure nonsense, and Owen suddenly felt that this answer might be a wrong answer specifically given by the Secret Service.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it was that Owen realized that he had lost his mind. He laughed at himself. In the past year or so since he joined CU, he had experienced too many crises. The danger seemed to have become his own.
The necessities in life, and big situations that seem serious to ordinary people are just small cases in their own eyes.
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control room
Killings were constantly displayed on the screens. Terrorists continued to exchange fire with agents. Agents were found one after another and then killed.
In front of the surveillance screen, a terrorist held a walkie-talkie and constantly communicated with each team, informing the agents of their location. With surveillance, they had eyes.
Suddenly, the terrorist's ears moved, and he seemed to hear something just now.
They were all veterans who had survived the battlefield. He would not think that he had heard wrongly. The door to the control room was blown up when they broke in, and the place where the door should have been turned into nothing.
The terrorist touched the pistol on his leg while listening attentively, but suddenly, a black figure rushed in from outside the door and pushed him against the wall.
Owen quickly approached the other person, covering his mouth with one hand, and repeated the random inspection of the candlestick in the other hand at an extremely fast speed.
The terrorist looked at his chest in shock, where the sharp point of the candlestick was thrust in and out, and then thrust in and out quickly again.
Huge pain was felt, and the terrorist felt that the strength in his body was rapidly draining, and finally he collapsed against the wall. Without Owen's external force, the body slowly slipped.
After killing the opponent, Irving threw away the half-cut candlestick in his hand, reached out and pulled out the pistol from the opponent's quick-draw holster, pulled the bolt and checked it, inserted it into his own waist, and then took off the opponent's tactical vest with the ammunition.
They were all inherited along with the walkie-talkies.
After waiting for such a long time, he finally solved the problem of weapons. During this period, he has been moving in the direction of the east corridor, but it has been very embarrassing without weapons. The enemies cleaned the weapons on the battlefield very clean, and every day
After the first battle, no matter whose weapons were taken away, and he couldn't meet any lone enemies, he couldn't get weapons supplies for a long time.
"Jenny, I'm in the monitoring room now, is there any way to take over the monitoring?"
Owen called Jenny immediately, but Jenny said: "No, Owen, it can't be done at all. The lines in the White House are independent and isolated from the outside world. There is no way to invade. You want to turn off the monitoring system
We can only start from the inside..."
"Okay, I understand, I'll ask others..."
Since Jenny said it couldn't be hacked, it probably couldn't be hacked. Owen picked up the phone again.
"Carol, I'm in the monitoring room now. Is there any way to turn off the monitoring..."
Owen picked up the phone and called Carol outside. Although she was a woman, she was a senior adviser to the Secret Service, with a rank almost equivalent to that of a deputy director. Martin rebelled and killed the deputy director of the Secret Service.
Then the only remaining person, Carroll, is the temporary head of the Secret Service and the person most familiar with the White House. President Palmer has spoken to her before, showing that Irving can definitely be trusted.
"Close the monitoring system requires a password. Only Martin has this password. No, wait, I remembered that President Palmer has the highest authority. He has an independent password. As long as the monitoring is closed with this password, no one can open it.
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Very good!
Owen immediately called Jack, and the person who answered the phone was President Palmer.
"Your Excellency, I am shutting down the surveillance system inside the White House, but I need your password."
Irving didn't talk nonsense, and the president didn't ask any questions. At this time, he showed enough trust and reported a string of passwords mixed with numbers and letters without saying a word. Irving entered them according to the instructions. The system showed that it was passed, and then Irving operated.
The system shuts down and locks up.
At this moment, not only the monitoring center here, but also the other two monitoring centers in the White House all show that the system is locked, and the president has the highest authority.
Staz's people reported the situation to Staz, and Staz told Martin. After Martin reported his password, the other party tried several times but failed.
"Fake, he turned off our surveillance in the safe house..."
Martin did not suspect that someone had turned off the system outside, because it was simply impossible. He thought that the president had turned off the surveillance system in the safe house, which saved Irving a lot of trouble.
Hearing the call from the other party on the walkie-talkie, it seemed that the other party was wrong, but it was better this way. He touched the two spare magazines on his body. Irving felt that they were barely enough, so he took the Glock 17 and moved forward silently.