Chapter 522 The air fortress destroyed by its own weapons
After encountering the code word, the five special agents followed the tactics and carefully opened the door. When they saw the empty corridor, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hurry up, we have to hurry up."
After a few words of urging, Martin pointed his gun at the corridor and led the way to the small library at the entrance of the auxiliary fort.
"Gogogo", a quick sprint, and within ten seconds everyone walked into the small library.
Benjamin walked to the bookshelf at the back of the library, took a few deep breaths, slowed down the rapid breathing caused by nervousness and sprinting, opened the secret door on the bookshelf and said to the screen, "Benjamin George Arthur".
Match your voiceprint, then enter your fingerprint, eyeprint and password.
With a "click", the bookshelf was divided into two and slowly opened.
"Gogogo, you guys enter first, I'll be behind you." Seeing that Benjamin had already entered the bunker, Martin waved and shouted to the secret service at the back. When all the secret service agents entered the bunker,
Martin, who should have locked the bookshelf door, did not close it completely, but left a gap.
People outside the door only need to pull hard to open it.
All of this was watched by William who was staying on the second floor. He put Emily on the table. Before the nervous little guy could ask about her birth, William touched her little head and explained, "Don't worry, it won't happen."
Leave you here".
He took off his coat and suit jacket, found a clean sheet in the closet in the room and tore it open. With Emily's confused eyes, he wrapped the little guy in the suit jacket, and then used the torn strips of fabric to make a baby sling.
After putting on his coat, he was about to tie Emily to his back, but Sunday reminded him, "Sir, if you care about Miss Emily very much, you can actually use the portal to send Miss Emily to the basement of Oxford Castle."
"Huh?" William was stunned. Damn it, he really didn't need to take this little guy to take risks, he could just send him back to Oxford Castle.
But how can I send the little guy who is staring at me pitifully back to the castle without any hidden dangers?
magic?
William was not sure whether there would be any side effects from using sleeping magic on the 6-year-old Emily, and it was even more impossible to knock her out directly.
After thinking for a while, William coaxed without thinking, "It's almost noon now, do you want to sleep?"
"No, don't even think about it. You must want to leave me, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, mist appeared in the little guy's eyes, and then he jumped from the table into his arms with his arms around William's neck.
"Don't leave me, Mr. Devonshire. I will be very good and won't cause you any trouble."
Being surrounded by a crying little girl, William didn't know what to do for a moment, so he quickly comforted her, "Okay, don't worry, I won't leave you unless you are safe."
William wouldn't do it if he revealed magic and the portal to Emily.
He has never even revealed his own mother, let alone Emily.
And when the matter is over, we have to take the little guy from the castle back to the White Palace.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain how she went to Oxford Castle and went to England without any exit record.
"Sir, if you can't decide, I suggest you occupy the underground fortress first, where Miss Emily will be safe.
Or you can go out through the secret passage in the White Palace. According to a lot of information, the White Palace does have a secret passage that has been abandoned for more than 30 years. After you have a round with Benjamin, he should be able to take you out through the secret passage."
Is it so troublesome? After thinking about it, William grinned and said, "No, there is another option. When the little guy reaches the bunker safely, I can kill all the gangsters here and then go out in a big way."
After speaking, William didn't hesitate anymore, wrapped Emily tightly in the bulletproof suit jacket, put it on his back, tied the cloth strip, put on the smart glasses, and walked out of the room.
With mental scanning and Sunday monitoring all the cameras, William quietly used his hands to deal with the two gangsters who could not be avoided.
Drag the dead people into the room one by one. They don't want long guns, only two pistols with silencers and magazines.
In fact, the weapons in the storage space are enough for him, but using the gun in the hand of the gangster can avoid the trouble of the source of the gun later.
With neither hand nor gun alerting the gangsters, and Emily on his body, William spent some time trying to avoid the gangsters and arrived outside the small library on the first floor.
I probably thought that there were no enemies or ordinary people in the white palace, so there was no one guarding the outside of the library. When I walked into the small library, I saw the open secret door.
He habitually reached into his coat pocket, took out a handful of beads from the storage space, and threw them on the carpet.
After rolling more than twenty round beads a few times, the eight metal spider legs stretched out. In just two seconds, the beads turned into a spider robot that could kill, explode, and electrocute.
Under Sunday's command, ten spider robots climbed into the secret door and headed toward the underground bunker, while the others climbed along the wall to the top of the wall and headed out of the small library.
A spider robot opened the way. William walked into the secret door and locked it behind his back. After walking a few steps, a report suddenly came out on Sunday:
"Sir, because Mr. Benjamin has been captured, the underground fortress server will be breached in thirty seconds. Do you need me to lock down the control?
But I remind you, once I lock down the control, even if our traces will not be exposed later, the fact that I control the locked server will expose the fact that the White Palace has been invaded."
"Then wait, if these lunatics do anything, tell me immediately."
"clear".
A few dozen seconds later, William was looking at the image sent back by the spider robot on his smart glasses, and the sound of Sunday's rapid voice came to his ears again,
"Sir, there is an anti-aircraft guided egg being warmed up. The target is Air Force One in the sky. The guided egg is expected to lift off in ten seconds."
"Anti-aircraft missiles? Air Force One," can you launch an anti-aircraft missile to attack Air Force One? "Who is in Air Force One?"
"Trum-Bull Deputy Barrel".
He just wanted Sunday to stop it, but William's mind immediately recalled the murderous intent in the eyes of the old man Trumbull when he looked at him during the London attack a month ago.
So William said nothing, as if he had forgotten that the two guns in his hands had never been fired. He silently ejected the magazine and checked whether there were bullets in it.
"Sir, the countdown to the launch of the guided egg is 3 seconds, 3, 2, 1, the guided egg has been launched, the guided egg has been launched, and is locking Air Force One, the countdown to hit is ten seconds, 10, 9, 8....3,
2,1”.
"Air Force One was hit, Air Force One was hit, the left wing fell off, the left wing fell off, it's rolling, it's rolling."
....A few minutes later, Sunday News reported, "Sir, it is confirmed that Air Force One has crashed, and the estimated survival rate is 0."
"I know," William said expressionlessly.
"Mr. Devonshire, why are you standing here for so long?" A little head emerged from the suit jacket that was wrapped around her, and asked happily in William's ear, "Are we safe?"