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- Morningstar Military Security Company, as a well-known mercenary company in the industry, will naturally not be sloppy in its own security measures.
But when the sirens blared and the security system showed that multiple critical departments had been invaded by armed forces, everyone still felt a little untrue. In just over a minute, the computer in the security system was frantically warning of various emergencies and armed intrusion.
It¡¯s as if this isn¡¯t in Baltimore¡¯s bustling Charles Center district. Instead, they were on the war-torn front line, and they were facing attacks from countless troops.
Joe quickly came to the control room and shouted sternly, "What's going on?"
"Sir, the company seems to be facing a large-scale intrusion. Militants broke in through the main entrance and downstairs in the southwest corner, as well as the twelfth floor in the northeast corner. Judging from the display here, there are at least seven or eight teams. I I suspect they want to control the entire building." The technician looked at the alarm on the computer and said solemnly.
"Fart, we just came from there. There was nothing there! There was no armed raid, no intrusion. Where did you get these damn data?" Joe shouted angrily.
"The company's glass is equipped with sensors. If someone breaks the window and enters, an alarm will be triggered. There are also surveillance cameras and fingerprint recognition systems downstairs. Any attempt to force entry will also trigger an alarm. There are a large number of confidential information stored in Morningstar's headquarters. Information, so our security measures are in place." The technicians constantly controlled the computer to switch the cameras inside the company to find some other basis.
But what¡¯s strange is that the camera images that were brought up are all pitch black.
¡°The camera shows that the connection is good, it¡¯s not a hardware problem.¡± The technician frowned.
"Someone destroyed the lens with spray paint. Quick, switch to other lines, that person must be on this floor." Qiao frowned and said, "Which floor is that on?"
"Eighth floor data room." The technician said with a pale face.
Joe's heart seemed to be suddenly tightened. He knew that there were contracts and written reports for all the company's military operations in recent years. Once leaked, it would be enough to cause international shock. Everything Morningstar does will come to light. Too many military operations involve shady dealings and dirty conspiracies. Once exposed, the anger of those customers would be enough to send Morning Star Company directly to the 18th level of hell.
So he slammed his fist on the table, "Use the quick reaction force and have everyone block the eighth floor! I want to capture this person alive."
Just when the elites of Morningstar's rapid response force were all out, the fat fast-food restaurant owner, carrying a large travel bag, had taken the elevator directly from the eighth floor to the 12th floor. A place where CEOs are placed under house arrest.
He checked his watch in the elevator and knew that under normal circumstances, Morningstar security personnel would search the entire eighth floor within five minutes. But they won't be so lucky this time. He has already set multiple traps there, enough to drag them to the eighth floor.
The fat boss raised his head and looked at the camera in the elevator, smiled slightly, took out the spray paint can from his arms, and shook it. Then the camera went completely black and nothing could be seen at all.
The technician in the security control room looked shocked and said, "Is this the boss of the fast food restaurant downstairs who sells fried chicken legs? He"
"Did you see that man? Where did he go?" Joe's voice shouted sharply.
¡°I don¡¯t know, he destroyed the camera in the elevator.¡± The technician stammered.
Joe¡¯s face changed drastically, ¡°No! We were fooled. He is not going to the eighth floor. He is going to the general. Everyone is going to the twelfth floor!¡±
¡°Sir, the elevator has been damaged and is stuck.¡± Heavily armed security personnel with helmets reported.
"Then take the stairs! You have to be fast!" Qiao said anxiously.
After he said this, less than a minute later, "Boom," there was a huge explosion, and scorching flames spurted out from the corridor.
"What's going on?" Joe roared.
"It's a pointing mine. This guy installed a broadsword on the stairs. Our brothers who rushed in were injured and the stairs were blown up. This guy is an expert. Damn it, we have to find another way to get up." The security personnel said solemnly.
"Damn it!" Joe suddenly kicked down the wastepaper basket in the corner.
¡°Could it be someone from the general?¡± Another board member hesitated.
"I don't know, but he must have gone for the general." Qiao said helplessly.
The face of the board member became extremely ugly. He slammed the table and said, "This is all your fault. I didn't agree with doing anything to the old guy from the beginning. He is an old traitor."A cunning guy who always has a backup plan. We are really going to die this time. If we fail to arrest him, he will kill them all. Damn it, Joe. You know the old guy's tricks, he never shows mercy! "
"Oh my god, I'm so crazy. I actually listened to you and came against the general. Damn it, now we're all dead." Another board member said with a pale face, "I don't want to die."
Joe grabbed his chest, pushed the man against the wall, and shouted sternly, "It's useless to say this now. The important thing is that we have no retreat. Since you have all been with me against him, then you You should know that falling into his hands will never end well. For now, the only way is to go all out to prevent him from leaving alive. "
"Then what do you want to do?" The others looked at Qiao Dao.
"He has been under house arrest by us for only a few hours. He was unable to organize a large-scale manpower in such a short period of time, so the team that came to rescue him only had a dozen people at most. But in our hands, We have a large number of armed security guards. We haven't lost yet, at least not yet." Joe looked at the others and said.
"So what do we do? These guys broke the elevator and blew up the stairs. We can't get up to the 12th floor now."
"But they can't get down either." Qiao said coldly, "I have arranged helicopters and snipers. As long as they dare to show their heads, they will be killed on the spot."
On the twelfth floor, the fat fast food restaurant owner held a Remington shotgun in his hand. Walking calmly in the corridor on the 12th floor, he shot the security personnel who tried to stop him without hesitation.
This fat man who has been selling fried chicken in the fast food restaurant downstairs for twelve years is now like an invincible evil god. He walked all the way with such swagger that not even a security guard could stop him. Of course, if these security guards don't make any aggressive gestures, he won't take the initiative to hurt people. But anyone who tries to harm him will be shot down immediately.
This nimble fat man¡¯s reactions are astonishingly fast, as if he has eyes on the back of his head. The scene became a bit ridiculous. These professional security guards who had received anti-terrorism training in the special forces felt as helpless as a chicken when facing this flexible fat man.
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