The terrorists were so vigilant that they really thought they had taken control of the entire White House and were so arrogant that they walked out without even taking their weapons.
As a result, I just opened the door halfway...
A hand appeared from the door as fast as lightning, passed through the crack of the door and clasped the terrorist's neck accurately, squeezing the cervical spine in an instant.
This terrifying and inhuman grip force made the terrorist unable to react, and he died without any reaction.
Long Zhan threw the terrorist who had died and turned into noodles into the control room with a casual throw like trash.
Then the terrorist whose neck was broken outside the door was dragged into the monitoring room with one leg.
Close the door to the control room.
Long Zhan began to search everywhere inside.
As the security monitoring room of the Secret Service in the White House, it is equivalent to a stronghold in the White House. It is impossible not to store night vision equipment.
Long Zhan needs a set of night vision equipment, and his hope lies in this monitoring room.
There is a row of cabinets on the wall on the left. It is very likely that equipment is stored in them. Unfortunately, password input or card insertion is required next to them.
Long Zhan didn't know the password and didn't have the card, so he stood there and thought for two seconds.
He turned around and returned to the two corpses.
After groping around the two corpses, they found a bunch of miscellaneous things, and also found two cards with magnetic stripe chips.
"That should be it."
Long Zhan took the two cards back to the cabinet and placed them on each cabinet one by one, letting the sensor on the cabinet sense the magnetic cards.
"Click~"
One of the cabinets opened.
The space inside the cabinet is not big, no bigger than a cat cage, and there are some miscellaneous things in it.
Long Zhan couldn't see clearly in the darkness, so he put his hand in and pulled everything out.
He grabbed two things and put them on the table. He used the light from the surveillance screen to search and found that there were weapons, ammunition and some communication equipment inside, but there were no night vision goggles.
Dragon War can only use another magnetic card and pin its hopes on this magnetic card.
This time I had better luck.
It only turned on after the 2nd hour of trying.
Long Zhan was still the same as before. He reached in with his big hands and dug inside. He grabbed a handful with each hand and put them on the table to check them one by one.
Good luck this time.
I saw a night vision scope that could be mounted on a rifle.
Just right.
Long Zhan skillfully placed it on the M4 carbine he got from searching the corpse.
Then you came to the surveillance camera console. You glanced around the cameras and found that you couldn't see anyone.
However, a few of the monitors were shady, and it was obvious that there was no 300 taels of silver in this place.
Those terrorists who went to rest must have been at a location where the surveillance screen was blacked out.
Long Zhan wrote down the room numbers and areas corresponding to these monitor screens, and then quickly operated his fingers on the keyboard.
An interface pops up, indicating that fingerprint recognition is required.
Long Zhan is someone who has studied VIP security and has a complete understanding of the use of security equipment. What he just entered was the command to turn off all cameras.
Turn off the cameras throughout the White House so that although it will be exposed to the enemy, the White House contains other survivors.
However, compared to being discovered wherever he goes and having to move in a limited space without cameras, Long Zhan still feels that not having cameras is more beneficial to him.
I believe that with his ability, as long as the terrorists don't discover his location, a lot of people will come and besiege him.
Allowing him to move quietly in the dark, he has enough confidence that the terrorists in the White House can't do anything to him.
The White House has an area of tens of thousands of square meters, and it is impossible for terrorists to conduct a carpet search.
pity.
Fingerprints are required.
Long Zhan is not an employee of the Secret Service, let alone a senior management member of the Secret Service. If he wants to turn off the surveillance of the White House, he definitely needs management authority.
Without fingerprints, it’s useless.
What to do?
"The control room is occupied by terrorists, so the original agents here must be dead. Someone among these dead agents must have authority."
Long Zhan thought to himself and immediately began to search everywhere in the monitoring room.
I walked around the outside room and found nothing, but I could clearly smell the smell of blood, and there were traces of grenade explosions on the ground.
That proves that there was a gunfight here before, and there will definitely be bloodshed if there is a gunfight.
When they clean up the bodies, they will definitely not wipe away the blood.
Long Zhan thought of this and immediately turned on the night vision goggles on his gun. He searched casually on the ground and found traces of blood.
Following the traces of learning, I found five corpses in a small house next door.
Long Zhan didn't know who was the manager of the Secret Service, but he could tell from their clothes that the one with more high-end suits must be the manager.
There were two people in relatively high-end suits, and Long Zhan carried them back to the sky one by one.
Grab the first finger and press it on the fingerprint reader on the table.
"Du~"
The screen glows red and shows a fingerprint error.
Long Zhan tried with his other right hand, but the red fingerprint error was still displayed on the screen.
"Shouldn't you? Are you left-handed?"
With the attitude of giving it a try, Long Zhan pressed a corpse's other hand on the fingerprint reader.
This time it worked.
With a beeping sound.
The screen showed that the identity verification was passed, and a small avatar was displayed next to it with the name: "Senior Agent Loma."
Then there was a beep beep sound...
Hundreds of cameras on more than a dozen surveillance screens were all turned off in less than two seconds, turning into total darkness.
"OK, done."
In order to prevent someone from waiting for repairs later, Long Zhan turned on the surveillance probe again, followed the line to find the main unit, took the unfinished coffee on the table and poured it in.
Soon there was a burning smell, and even the power supply of the monitoring screen was automatically turned off.
Doomsday subsistence allowance.
The female terrorist responsible for controlling the computer system suddenly became serious when she saw that the surveillance signal connected to the outside was disconnected.
Shouted: "Mr. Kang, there is a situation."
The terrorist leader came over immediately and saw the dark surveillance signal on the screen, and the color became ugly.
He quickly ordered: "Repair it quickly."
"It seems that the surveillance camera system is broken and there is no way to repair it," the woman said.
"Bring up the surveillance room video," Mr. Kang said.
"The surveillance system is too damaged. I don't know if I can call it out. I can only try my best," the female terrorist said.
"Farke!"
Mr. Kang, who had been calm since he came in, cursed angrily, turned around and ordered with a cold face: "Bring me the president."
The president was very calm and was not nervous about taking him away.
The director of the Secret Service next to him was anxious and asked loudly and anxiously: "What are you going to do? You can't do that. I can negotiate with you."
(End of chapter)
