It's 8:40 a.m. U.S. time.
The motorcyclist who had obtained the remote control device had already changed into casual clothes and handed the box to Navigation.
Navi gave the box to Bruce and then went to work, and Bruce drove away with the box under Tina's instructions.
Bruce arrived at the agreed-upon location, which was an abandoned industrial factory in the suburbs. He came to an iron fence, picked up the phone and dialed the factory's internal line and said a few words.
After a while, a man came out and saw that it was Bruce and took the box in his hand.
"Send my regards to your father."
"OK."
Bruce treated this like an ordinary job, without any disturbance in his heart, but just as he was about to drive away, he suddenly saw a very familiar car in the rearview mirror.
It was his girlfriend Debbie's car.
At this moment, Bruce panicked and quickly got out of the car and walked towards the back.
I saw Debbie sitting on the hood, shaking her white and tender legs in boredom.
"Hey Bruce, why have you been ignoring me lately?"
Bruce looked at Debbie with a troubled face, but the two of them didn't know that this scene was watched by a man in the shadows.
. . .
Factory interior.
A middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader threw a copy of their printed confession in front of Heller.
"Sign it!"
Heller picked up the confession and tore it into pieces contemptuously without even looking at it. The man looked at Heller expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly pointed at Audrey.
"Kill her!"
Audrey was immediately held hostage and dragged up by several people, with a gun pointed at her head.
"No! He is innocent, you can't do this!" Heller panicked immediately when he saw this scene. He is a father after all.
"Omar, should you shoot?" The man pointing a gun at Audrey asked the middle-aged man, Omar, for advice.
"If she is hurt in any way, don't ask me to cooperate in anything!"
Heller took the opportunity to bargain, but Omar responded mercilessly: "If you don't cooperate with us, she won't be able to survive for too long, kill her!"
"No, Dad!" Audrey struggled helplessly as she was dragged outside.
As he watched his daughter being slowly dragged outside, Heller's psychological defense was finally broken, and he said with abandon, "I'll sign! But you must ensure the safety of my daughter!"
Omar gave him another confession: "Then it depends on your performance."
. . .
It's 8:50 a.m. US time.
Benjamin was on Air Force One discussing some trivial matters with Deputy Commander Charles Rogan at the Black Palace.
"Logan, today's schedule has changed. At two o'clock in the afternoon, you will receive the relevant personnel of the Southern Dynasties. I am going to Los Angeles."
"Okay, Asher."
After the call between the two ended, a new emergency communication was connected.
"Mr. President, there is a new piece of bad news. Many videos and portals in Europe and the United States have released a video. I think you'd better take a look. Most of the local media are now controlled and forced to publish this video on their home page. A video.”
As soon as Benjamin heard the three words "bad news", he secretly screamed, "Bring it in."
I saw on the big screen that Heller was restrained on a chair, blindfolded and gagged, and behind him were two masked men with guns wearing traditional Middle Eastern costumes.
"Heller has been charged with war crimes and is about to be sentenced to death. We will make the entire trial process public to everyone in Blue Star!"
Benjamin was furious on the spot when he saw this scene.
At this time, some companies in Europe that purchased the Enterprise Edition of Chaoshan and many netizens in the Mainland who were circumventing the firewall discovered that Chaoshan issued a pop-up prompt and forcibly removed the relevant Trojans.
In the United States, the treatment is not so good. Almost all the official websites of major mainstream media and the homepages of video websites have been hijacked by Trojans and forced to release this video.
Although Benjamin didn't know this, he was aware of the seriousness of the matter and directly dialed CTU's phone number to have a meeting with some other intelligence department directors. He first said to Driscoe unceremoniously.
"Drisco, there's no progress yet?!"
Driscoe could only say helplessly: "Mr. President, we now have the latest intelligence, and I believe that Minister Heller will be rescued soon."
At this time, there was also silence in the hall of CTU headquarters. Everyone looked at the live broadcast on the screen and didn't know what to say.
After hearing this, Benjamin could only hold back his anger and said: "As soon as possible! I don't care what method you use, now I give you enough authorization!
At the same time, the CIA, FBI, National Security Bureau, Black Palace Special Service Team and other departments will also join in the rescue operation.
I don't care what kind of conflicts you usually have between you, but not this time. I just want the result now!
If something goes wrong this time, none of you will get over it! "
After Benjamin got furious, he ended the meeting and called a group of programmers from the official technical department.
“What the hell is going on with this video?!”
"Mr. President, this is obviously someone distributing Trojans on a large scale, and it is using a Chinese programming language. Because it is a new and unfamiliar programming language, it is very difficult to parse, but I guarantee that it will only take half a month and half." This Trojan will definitely be solved within a few months.”
"Half a month?! Our defense minister is being tried now. Do you know?"
"But, Mr. President, none of us understand Chinese..."
"Then find programmers who understand Chinese to participate in the analysis!
I don’t want to hear these explanations, I just want the results! "
"Okay, Mr. President..."
After Benjamin ended the call, he still felt frightened. In fact, this feeling has always been lingering in his heart.
I don’t know what happened last night. My right eyelid kept twitching when I was in the Black Palace, so I decided to find an excuse to come to Los Angeles. I boarded Air One at 7:30, but I didn’t expect that he would have such an omen now. Even worse than when he was in the Black Palace.
It was as if there was still a glimmer of life in the Black Palace, and on Air Force One, his death star was twinkling in the sky.
But he thought about it again and again and still couldn't figure out what was going on. At this time, he looked at the watch on his left hand, which was a gift given to him by his late wife last Christmas.
It was his grandfather's favorite watch. Unfortunately, it was lost. He could still remember it before he died. But later, his wife found it through some method and gave it to him as a Christmas gift. Then, nothing happened. . .
Benjamin sighed melancholy when he thought of this.
After all, I am the commander-in-chief of the United States, so I shouldn’t be so remiss, right?
Isn’t this profession supposed to be safe?
Then he continued to think wildly, and somehow he thought of his good gay friend again. His right eyelid suddenly jumped twice violently. After pondering for a while, he finally plucked up the courage to call his good gay friend and prepare a watch. . . No, it's a request for help.
"Mike, it's me, Asher."
"Ashe...I..."
"Mike, listen to me first. What happened is over. Maggie's death was not your fault. You were trying to save me.
Kona and I really never blame you, and even Kona still misses you very much. . . "
"But, Asher..."
“Mike, do you still think Kona and I are your friends?
We need your help now, and even though I'm on Air Force One, I have a feeling that something is about to happen.
Maybe there are too many things going on today and I’m just imagining things, but you know, people like us sometimes have such good premonitions that others won’t believe us if we tell you. After thinking about it, you are the only one who can help me!
I also hope that I am over-concerned, but I have always been uneasy. The safety of Kona and I is left to you! "
"Okay...but I'm worried about my current condition..."
"No, Mike, I have always believed in you, just like before, and I have even always expected you to come back to me. Mike, can you come back to me after this time?"
"Okay, Asher, let's talk about the future later. What do you need me to do now?"
"I need you to go to the TU headquarters on my behalf to participate in today's operation. I will tell them there and give you the highest level authorization immediately. Time is urgent. You can set off now."
On the other side of the phone, Mike Banning, who applied to be transferred from the position of the top brother of the Black Palace Secret Service Team to a civilian position due to an accident last Christmas, faced the affectionate call of his good friend, took a deep breath nervously, thought for a while and said : "I'll leave immediately and expect to arrive at TU headquarters in two hours. I'll contact you then."
"OK."
After ending the communication, Benjamin felt relaxed for some reason. Suddenly, a little boy ran into his room.
"Dad, did anything happy happen to you?"
"Mike can continue to be with us in the future!"
"That's great!"
. . .
On the other side, a group of intelligence department executives also realized that Benjamin was serious this time. Obviously, the defense minister was kidnapped and publicly executed, which touched the other party's bottom line, so the pressure was passed on to them.
Not long after, Benjamin announced that he had sent an "imperial envoy" to take charge of the overall situation and temporarily control the actions of all departments.
Although this arrangement seemed rude and was decided without asking them at all, everyone was relieved, because with Banning as the "imperial envoy", there would be one more person if anything happened in the future. Those with enough portions share the pot with them.
At this time, Driscoe said to others: "I just received the latest information. This morning, a server belonging to an Internet company in Akala, Turkey uploaded some kind of Trojan horse to some large nodes on the Internet. Its source code was It is composed of demon scripts. TU currently does not have programmers who can parse demon scripts. If you want to use demon scripts, you must have an in-depth mastery of Chinese. How about your place?"
After the others heard this, everyone turned to CIA.
"Except for the CIA, even if other departments recruit Chinese people, they most likely cannot speak Chinese. Only the Chinese people in the CIA may be qualified. You know, they Chinese people generally perform tasks in Asia."
Pamela Landi, director of CIA, could only say: "It would be better to go to Silicon Valley than to us. There are Chinese programmers everywhere. Driscoll, you might as well send the source code as soon as possible to discuss this."
"It will take some time. The source code is not in our hands now. My people have already gone to get it."
"As soon as possible, the trial live broadcast has started now. If something happens to Heller, none of us can run away!"
. . .
8:57 a.m., Union Station.
Andrew stood restlessly at the appointed place and looked around, looking for someone to pick him up. During this period, he spoke to Chloe and Jack on the phone to confirm that it was Jack himself who came to pick him up.
He had never felt that time was so long. Suddenly a hand patted his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw a thin-cheeked man of Middle Eastern descent.
“Andrew Page?
I'm Jack Bauer. "
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