Chapter 264: Shadows Converge

"That's enough! Look carefully when the time comes!, how about it, you're an expert!", Sean nodded and said directly, "Now, I want each of you to bring a testing instrument and go to Los Angeles separately." The slum on the southwest edge of the city, leading to a high-speed turntable bridge outside the city. And the vacation homes in the Rocky Mountains! There will be commandos following you, and you will have to send some men to follow you, and you will let us know as soon as there is news!".

"Understood!" Okay!". Plainclothes police officers and three experts said at the same time. Then they each took their equipment and turned around and walked downstairs directly.

Sean turned his head to look at Theresa, who had apparently made contact with Sheriff Maginot again and told him what was going on. Sean walked over to the computer and said to the bald forensic expert, "Man, lend me your computer! I'll give it back to you when I'm done." ”。

"No problem!!", the bald man waved his hand and went about his business.

"Thank you then!". Sean said, looked at his watch, there were still more than three hours left, and there would be no rubble left in or out of sight. Sean studied the map again, and felt that the three locations were indeed the best places to hide! If that was anything else, then there were only other clues.

It didn't take long for Theresa to put down the phone and say, "Shall we follow that group?"

"We're here!". Sean pointed to a main road near Hollywood and said, "It's easy to get around. There are main roads to all three locations, and as long as there is movement and return from either side, we will rush to the past. ”。

"Good building!", Theresa said, "Let's go!!".

Sean put away the laptop and walked out of the parking lot with Theresa, still driven by Sean and came directly to the street he had just seen in the photo, which was a street near Hollywood. I found a vacant seat and parked the car directly.

Sean then got out of the car. "Why are you going?". Theresa asked in the co-pilot.

"Buy something to eat! every day!". Sean waved his hand behind him, walked directly to a roadside vendor selling hot dogs, and said, "Two hot dogs." Two cups of coffee, less sugar and no milk!".

The peddler happily agreed, and then quickly got to work. He had been running a small business for a few years, so he was quick to do it, and it didn't take long for the two hot dogs to help Sean pack it in a paper bag, and then hand the coffee to Sean, who came back with the bag and the coffee in both hands.

Theresa stretched out her hand to take it and said, "Pretty good appetite!"

"That's right!". When Sean spoke, he was already sitting in the car, took a big bite of the hot dog, and then continued: "There is a saying in China that you have to be a full ghost when you die!"

"You don't think there's hope, can't!". Theresa also took a bite and turned her head to say.

"Who said there was no hope. I'll give you an analogy. ”。 Sean chewed and said a little vaguely: "If I find these dogs *mother* raised this time, I have to beat them to death, toss me to death!"

"Actually, I haven't tossed much so far, it's just that the time is too tight. Psychologically stressful!". Theresa said.

"You're still speaking for these people, okay, then I'm going to kill them!" Sean said with a grin.

The conversation was divided into two ends, three nuclear weapons experts, divided into three groups, each group with two policemen, and two commandos sitting in a car. Go to three locations each.

Going to the slums. It was a 50-something expert with a detector in his hand, looking out of the car window as if it were a radar. Keep your eyes glued to the screen above the detector!

In the past, he had done this kind of thing, but this time, it was he who was looking out to find radioactive material.

But forty minutes had passed, and they had almost made it around most of the slums, and he was very confident that he had been staring at the screen on the detector, but every time he went around the street, he would add a sweat to his head, and with each alley, his brow tightened. So he kept wiping his sweat with a tissue, this kind of love has almost affected other people, especially the two local police officers who followed, they don't even know what they are looking for in such a hurry, but as this kind of love is getting closer, they have already thought of the video news that was broadcast more than two hours ago.

But they can't connect this video to the current thing, yes, they believe that even if the Jiujiu Yu incident is launched again, it is much stronger than the video of this news. So they didn't believe it! Only the other two heavily armed commandos were able to keep their composure, but didn't they have a stir in their hearts?

The other one went to the overpass on the highway, and the nuclear weapons expert in the garage group was actually similar to the previous expert's appearance, which was a state of step-by-step urgency, a countdown to the lives of millions of people, and even if the psychological element was as strong as Sean, he couldn't help but complain about killing these guys in the conversation with Theresa. Not to mention the experts who spend most of their time in the real yàn room!

Of the three experts, only Dumas is slightly better, at least he is young and full-bodied, so that the pressure will not break him in a short period of time. Of course, this is not to say that the other two experts are paralyzed by fright, but the comparison between the two is that Dumas is better. His expression barely changed, and he sat in the car, like the first two experts, staring at the LCD screen on the probe without blinking. It's just that his brows are getting deeper and deeper!

Sean used his eyes behind the big toad glasses to look at his expensive watch again! ”。

"You're going to kill them!". Theresa turned her head to look at Sean and said.

"I'm still in the mood to tease me, and my psychological element is very strong!" Sean said, "There are more than two hours left. Hold on, hold on, hold on!". Theresa understood that Sean was talking to the three groups of people for a few moments, even though they weren't here......

In times of peace and war, the United States is undoubtedly in the lead in controlling global information.

There is a house with huge pictures on the walls. It's all about rocket launches, submarine launching ceremonies, intelligence interception devices, etc., and some outstanding achievements that can only be sung behind closed doors.

As usual, Tresency felt that the problems of the outside world were disappearing behind him. I'm walking into an illusory world. In a world where questions whizz like wagons, and answers are handed out almost in whispers.

Went through the last security check. The guard flicked a button, and the giant steel door swung open.

Tresensi weaves his way through a labyrinth of hallways. Don't look at it here, it's been six years, but he still feels a little timid in the face of this huge operating system, which shocks him. This agency also includes permanent military bases in six countries, employing more than 10,000 agents, and its operating expenses exceed nearly 10 billion yuan per year. The National Reconnaissance Bureau has built a shockingly cutting-edge treasure trove of espionage technology in top secret: global electronic intelligence interceptors, spy satellites, silent embedded relay chips in telecommunications products, and even the Global Naval Reconnaissance Network, known as the "Classic Wizard Utility," a secret network of 1,456 underwater soundphones installed on the world's seabed to monitor the activity of ships anywhere in the world.

The technical equipment of the National Investigation Bureau is not only to help the United States. It also provides agencies such as the CIA, the NSA and the Department of Defense with a steady stream of peacetime information to help them thwart bigotry, identify crimes against environmental destruction, and provide policymakers with the information they need. so that they can make informed decisions in the face of a mountain of problems.

What Trasensi does here is the job of an "intelligence analyst". Analysis, or information summarization, involves analyzing complex reports and filtering the substance or "main points" of the material into concise one-page reports. Trasensi proved to be talented in this area. This is all thanks to the summarization of my father's heinous lies over the years.

That's it. Trasensi occupies a prominent position in the National Investigation Agency, the White House's intelligence liaison. Mr. Trasensi was conscientious about sifting through the National Investigation Agency's daily intelligence reports to determine what was relevant to the White House, distilling those reports into one-page reports, and then sending the materials to the White House's national security adviser. In the words of his colleagues at the National Investigation Agency, Tresensi "produced the finished product and worked directly for that client!

The job, though difficult and long hours a day, was a medal of honor for Tresensi, a way to assert his independence from his father.

Senator Kreston has offered Tresensey countless times that he would give her the money she needed if she gave up the job, but Tresensey had no intention of relying financially on someone as powerful and powerful as the Senate. What happens if you rely on someone who has too many cards in their hands?

The cries of Tresensi's cell phone echoed through the marble hallway. "Why is it ringing again?", he didn't care to see what the message was.

Tresensi pondered what was going on as he stepped into the elevator. He didn't go back to the floor where he worked, but went straight to the top floor.

To call the director of the National Investigation Bureau a frank person is actually an exaggeration. The Director of the National Investigation Bureau, William #Hyypia, has a small stature, fair skin, a forgotten face, a bare head, and hazel eyes. Although his eyes could examine the deepest secrets of the country, they looked like two shallow pools of water. However, for those who work under him, Hyypia is a man to look up to.

This guy is low-key, obedient and unpretentious, which is famous in the National Investigation Bureau. This man was silent, conscientious, and dressed in black, and everyone gave him the nickname "Black Butterfly". Hyypia was a brilliant strategist and an exemplar of efficiency, and he managed his world with unparalleled sobriety. His "mantra" was: "Find the truth and act now." ”

When Tresensi arrives at the Commissioner's office. Director Hyypia was on the phone. Every time Tresency saw him, he couldn't figure it out: Hyypia could wake the president from his sleep at any time, and he didn't look like a man with such power.

After a few words, Hyypia hung up the phone and beckoned to Tresensi to enter.

"Agent Tressensi, please be seated. "Director Hyypia's throat was visibly sore.

"Thank you, sir. Tresensi sat down.

Although the people around Hyypia did not feel comfortable with his straightforward demeanor, Tresensi had always liked this trait.

Because Hyypia and Tresensi are in stark contrast. Both of them are not good-looking, but their personalities are very different, and Hyypia does his job with a selfless patriotic spirit. Try to avoid being in the limelight, which is exactly what he is passionate about.

Hyypia took off his glasses, stared at Tresensi, and said, "Agent Tresensi." The president called me half an hour ago, and you don't know what happened, right?";

Tresensi shifted his seat. He felt that Hyypia had always been known for being straight to the point, and no, here it was again.

"He wants to see you, to see you personally, to see you immediately. Hyypia said in a suffocated voice.

Theresensi was a little confused. Hyypia stood up, paced in front of the window, and said, "He told me to contact you at once and send you to him." He had already sent transport and was waiting outside. ”

Trasensi frowned. He thought that the president's request was nothing to make people nervous, but the caring look on Hyypia's face made him anxious, and Hyypia analyzed it with suspicion and said, "It seems that His Excellency the President's arrangement has not yet been considered. You're the boyfriend of the man's daughter who is running for the position of owner of the White House with him. And he's going to see you privately? I think that's inappropriate. Of course, you have no doubt, and therefore there will be no objections. Don't worry about that!"

Hyypia doesn't hide his opinion of the short-lived puppet politicians who flash up at the table, but it's people like Hyypia who actually play – sophisticated players with visionary visions, years of experience in politics, and who know the rules of the game. After serving two terms in the White House, Hyypia often said, "It is not enough to comprehend the intricacies of global politics!"

The other side. Tressensi guessed that the president might need to condense some sensitive material to summon him, but he remained skeptical: If that were the case, the White House would have qualified intelligence analysts at his fingertips. If it's a matter of internal affairs, the president should know better, and he doesn't have to look for himself. If not, of course he would have to find a National Reconnaissance Bureau asset - Hyypia called his men assets. But why didn't he let himself know what he was looking for him to do?

But it became clear that Tressensi could not refuse the president's request.

Out of love for his men, Hyypia finally asked Rachel to improvise. However, this does not mean nonsense, because it is only when things are promoted to a certain level that Hypia will say this.

Trasensi thanked the chief and prepared to ride in the president's car, only to be surprised to find that even though Washington was only 15 kilometers away, the president had sent one of the fastest helicopters ever built—a TK08 Flamingo with a short flat top and White House markings.

Four minutes later, Tresensi walked out of the NIA and climbed into the helicopter waiting outside. Before he could buckle up his seatbelt, the Flamingo had already risen into the air, tilted its fuselage, and sped over the jungle bewildering the enemy as a natural formation beneath his feet.

Tresensi stared at the trees speeding by, feeling his pulse quicken. If he had known that the plane would never reach the White House, his pulse would have quickened.

At the same time, a certain country, a certain seaport......

Despite the bitter cold wind that violently whipped against the thermo-technical storm-resistant tent, Delta One was barely noticed. Both his and Delta Three's eyes were focused on the comrade-in-arms who was skillfully manipulating the microcomputer. On the screen in front of him, a pinhole camera mounted on a microcomputer is playing.

Micro-electro-mechanical systems, or microcomputers, are the latest high-tech surveillance tools, which are called "undetected observation techniques."

The ZGZZ-type QÌ man being released by Delta 2 is only a centimeter long – about the size of a mosquito – and has two pairs of transparent silicon foil wings that are glued on, making it unmatched in its agility and efficiency in moving through the air.

They were sudden and direct emergency orders, ready to take a "decapitation" action against the government of the country, they did not know what was happening in the country, but they were soldiers, the battle plan had been drawn up, and they had already entered the position.

And now what they have to do is to wait for the order to be issued, after the Tomahawk missile carries out the first bombardment, they will quickly rush into the capital of this country, and get the life and death information of the head of this country as soon as possible.

If they are still alive, they will give them a simple medical emergency and take them back to the speedboat in the harbor; if they are dead, then they will take a video as evidence! If they encounter resistance on the way, they can open fire at will! They have never carried out such a mission, because they do not know that it is a person with a pair of fan ears, in order to give an account to the people as soon as possible after the nuclear explosion! The general election is imminent, and he must unleash his iron hand and let people see that he is a resolute and resolute person. (To be continued) RQ

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