While Owen was telling the situation about the Mission: Impossible team, Chloe had already used the internal system to query the information about the Mission: Impossible team.
IMF, it shows that the permission level is not enough...
Ethan Hunt also shows that the permission level is not enough...
Luther, the authority level is still not enough...
Several people in the data support team looked at each other. It seems that this Mission: Impossible team has a very high level in the CIA.
Nina was very confused as to why the CIA would target them. He never understood this.
According to Owen, the Mission: Impossible team is a team that handles major crises, so what is there about Salem that deserves their attention, unless the nuclear bomb thing is true...
Irving held the silicone mask in his hand and kept rubbing it. This thing was indeed very realistic and could be called a black technology in this era. When Ethan pretended to be Allen, he was not far away, but he couldn't see it at all.
Not a clue.
He then remembered that during the chase, the other party had disrupted the traffic lights, and he might be able to find out something from this.
He immediately found Chloe. Professional things should be done by professionals. Heroes had the same idea. Chloe had also noticed this and was investigating.
The screen changed from picture to picture. Owen couldn't understand what those pictures represented. Chloe explained: "The traffic signal system is different from the general system. If you want to control it, you must use a dedicated network, which is i.
Said that hackers must connect external devices to specific nodes to invade the system, and there are a total of 14 network nodes that can control the area today. I am investigating one by one..."
Owen felt that he had found the right direction and stood back and waited quietly. Nina was on the phone. She had just reported everything that happened here in detail to Jack Bauer. Only Jack Bauer, the person in charge, has the authority to report to the CIA
Send an application for assistance to access the IMF’s identity information.
"Strange……"
Chloe had a troubled expression on her face, and Owen stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I checked all the nodes, but there are no clues. The other party is disguised very well. If we want to investigate in detail, we may be able to find something, but it will take at least a few days..."
Chloe had no clue for the time being, and after a few days, it would be meaningless to find out anything.
Owen suddenly had an idea, "What about yesterday? Try checking yesterday's records. There was a traffic light failure in the East District yesterday. Maybe there is a connection between the two failures..."
Irving remembers the traffic jam in Los Angeles last night. The traffic light failure in the East Side caused the traffic jam, which then affected the whole of Los Angeles. It also indirectly caused the Cruel Angels bomb attack to be unable to synchronize with the Boston attack. There were traffic light failures for two consecutive days.
How could it be such a coincidence?
"you're right……"
Owen's words seemed to open a new window for Chloe. Chloe's fingers clicked and then she shouted excitedly: "Found it."
Chloe pointed at a bunch of codes on the screen and excitedly explained it to Owen. Owen still couldn't understand it. Although he was a coder in his previous life, he had never been exposed to anything like this.
Chloe also found that she seemed to get carried away with her excitement, so she changed her explanation: "To put it simply, this code can show that someone has forcibly entered the system without authorization."
"So how do we find this guy?"
"Look at me, I checked the nearby surveillance cameras... Oh, I found it."
Owen moved closer and saw a bald black man wearing sunglasses passing under the surveillance screen. Owen exclaimed: "Yes, it's him, he's Luther."
When other CTU members heard the movement here, they came over. Nina had been paying attention to this place just now. When she saw a breakthrough, she immediately clapped her hands and said: "Neymar, Isa, you check other surveillances immediately. Everyone.
Move, I want to find him, I want to know where they are staying."
Owen and other members of the field team began to change equipment in a tacit understanding. In the gun room, everyone silently put on body armor, flash bombs, pistols, magazines, and equipped weapons one by one... At the same time, the tactical team also completed its assembly.
,Standby.
Twenty minutes later, a clear female voice shouted: "We found it, a white house on a tributary of the Los Angeles River, fifty-five kilometers southwest of the city..."
"Set off!"
Tony, who was heavily armed, waved his hand, and everyone from the tactical team and field team boarded the car, and the car drove towards the destination.
…
Inside an old house by the river.
Salim was sitting on a chair wearing a black hood. Someone opened the handcuffs on his hands, and then the hood was violently pulled away. The dazzling sunlight made it difficult for him to open his eyes.
After a while, after finally getting used to it, Salim realized that there were two people standing in front of him, a white young man and a black man.
"Who are you? Why did you arrest me here?"
Seeing that the other party was silent, Salim tried to ask.
"Salim Abu, the leader of the Red Front, once planned the Boston cafe bombing and the 727 case in Lisbon. Am I right?"
The white young man told Salim's life as if he were reciting information.
"It's not difficult to know this. Who are you? CTU? Or CIA? Don't play tricks on me. I won't accept this trick..."
Hearing Salim's words, the white young man suddenly laughed, shook his finger and said: "No, no, no, you are wrong. We are not members of the US government, we are your friends."
"Who are you?"
"Don't worry, there is still some connection between us. As far as I know, you attacked Jack Bauer last night, but unfortunately you killed the wrong person. The reason for the mistake is that Jack Bauer was before us.
was injured in the attack."
"Are you from Cruel Angel?" Salim's eyes widened.
"bingo."
"Hahaha~~"
Salim suddenly laughed, "Don't think that you can deceive me by just looking for a few bastards. I have no contact with Cruel Angel. Don't say you are not. Even if you are, Cruel Angel has nothing to do with me..."
"Okay, Mr. Salim, I know you doubt our identity. This is normal. I will prove it to you later. Now, let's talk about our business first."
"Business, what business?"
"Okay, let me get straight to the point. We know that you have four Soviet space-based SS-22 sub-warheads. This kind of killer weapon is exactly what we need. I hope you can sell us one. You will get 20 million US dollars."
Friendship with a cruel angel."
"Hahaha~~ After talking for a long time, you still want to trick me into telling me the whereabouts of the nuclear warhead. Go ahead and dream, I won't tell you..."
Salim laughed wildly, but the white young man still said unhurriedly: "It seems that you are always worried about my identity. Now, I will prove my identity and bring him out..."
The big black man behind the young man heard this and walked into the next room. After a while, he dragged a person out. The person was obviously still alive, with tape on his mouth, but he was already dying. Salim's smile stopped because he found the man in front of him.
The man turned out to be - Jack Bauer.
"I think you know who he is. Now let me prove my identity."
As he spoke, the white young man took out a gun from his arms and pointed it at Jack Bauer who was on the ground. When Jack Bauer saw the gun, he twisted nervously, his eyes widened, and he uttered "woo woo".
the sound of.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
Without any nonsense, the white young man opened fire until nine bullets were empty, the gun bounced, and Jack Bauer's twisting body had turned into a corpse.
Salim fell to the ground in shock. Blood flowed down the floor and touched his hands. He was very sure that the blood was real, smelly, greasy, and warm.
After a while, Salim's frightened voice sounded in the room.