Wang Hai is in the skyscraper opposite the Presidential Palace, less than a kilometer away from the Presidential Palace, and can overlook the panoramic view of the Presidential Palace and the surrounding environment.

Wang Hai was dressed in a "Geely" suit, the rifle in his hand was also camouflaged, and he was also equipped with a laptop that could be remotely connected to Andy's laptop.

In addition to the necessary communicators, everyone involved in the operation was also equipped with hidden cameras like Olivier and others, which transmitted the captured footage to Andy, and then transmitted it to Wang Hai's side by Andy's computer.

Wang Hai shoulders the role of protecting everyone's retreat and commanding on the spot, in addition to controlling the surrounding environment, he must also know everyone's actions, and the picture transmitted by the camera has become Wang Hai's best judgment factor, relying on everyone's different environment to coordinate their own actions.

"I have successfully hacked into the security system of the presidential palace and am ready to act." Andy's voice rang in his ears.

Wang Hai instinctively glanced towards the parking lot of the square in front of the presidential palace, where Frank's borrowed makeup car was parked, and Andy was hiding in the car. Wang Hai looked at the time, it was exactly seven o'clock, and ordered: "Mubarad, enter the presidential palace." ”

"Yes." Mubarad replied.

Wang Hai's eyes fell on the image that Muballad had sent back, and saw him get out of the car and walk through the square directly to the staff passage.

Muballad is just a small policeman in Cairo, and he has only looked outside the presidential palace for half his life, and has never entered the presidential palace, and the thought that he is here to kidnap the president makes me a little nervous, especially when I see the guards in front of the presidential palace.

Wang Hai saw that the picture was a little undulating, and knew that Muballad was very nervous, so he said: "Muballad, don't be nervous, they won't doubt you." ”

"I know." Muballad was still a little nervous, and his eyes looked at the guards who were getting closer and closer, consciously or unconsciously.

"See the access control system around the guards?" Wang Hai asked.

"See." Mubarad replied that the access control system was one meter away from the guards.

Wang Hai then said: "Very good, now go over and take out your work card and put it on it." ”

As the guards got closer, Mubarad did not reply to Wang Hai so as not to arouse the guards' suspicions.

The guards had already seen Muballad, because he was wearing a black suit at this time, with a pistol for Egyptian agents at his waist, and he looked like a real presidential agent, so it did not arouse the suspicion of the guards.

Muballad stopped in front of the access control system, reached out from his pocket and took out Andy's disguised work card, he didn't know if it could be used, and he didn't dare to look at the guard again, so he took a deep breath and put the card on the access control system.

"Tick." The access control system makes a soft sound and flashes a green light, indicating that there is no problem with the document.

Probably because of nervousness, Mubarad's hand tossed, and the documents slipped off the access control system, but when Mubarad wanted to pick them up, the guards had already grabbed them.

Wang Hai found that Muballad wanted to pull out the gun, and hurriedly reminded: "Don't be nervous, the guards won't find out that you are fake." ”

Mubarad stopped his movements when he heard Wang Hai's words, knowing that he only needed one gun at this time, and not only would his identity be exposed, but also the operation would be ruined. Mubarad looked at the guard with composure, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you." ”

The guard glanced at the photo on the ID, then at Muballad, and returned it when he saw that the employee passage behind him had opened.

Mubarad took his ID and said nothing, but hurried through the staff passage into the presidential palace, avoiding the guards and cameras before speaking: "I have come in, how do I get there?" ”

"Andy, give him directions to the power distribution room." Wang Hai commanded.

"Understood." Andy answered, and then said to Muballad, "Now go straight, turn left after two intersections, turn right at the next intersection, and the power distribution room is at the top." ”

Muballad followed the route provided by Andy, and after having experience with the guards, he was much calmer even if he met other real agents or staff of the presidential palace on the way, as long as he didn't say a word, no one would find out that he was fake. Mubarad saw the power distribution room of the presidential palace and whispered: "I found it, do you want to go in now?" ”

"Go inside." Wang Hai commanded.

When Mubarad walked to the door, the door of the power distribution room suddenly opened from the inside, and a man who looked like an electrician walked out, and when he saw Mubarad, he asked: "Sir, is there anything wrong?" ”

"Sue him for a routine check-up." Wang Hai commanded, and after speaking, he asked Andy, "Let's see if there is anyone else in the power distribution room?" ”

"Routine checks." Mubarad preached as Wang Hai said.

Andy replied, "There's no one left. ”

Wang Hai instructed: "Andy, turn off the monitoring in the power distribution room; Mubarad, let the electrician in, and then level him. ”

"Distribution room monitoring has been turned off." Andy replied.

The electrician did not have doubts about Mubarad's identity, mainly because the status of the agent in the presidential palace was far higher than that of the ordinary staff, and no one in the ordinary staff dared to disobey the will of the agent. The electrician glanced back at the door of the distribution room and asked, "Do you want to go in and have a look?" ”

Mubarad replied: "Yes. There's a ball for the president tonight, and I have to make sure the ball goes through. ”

"Okay." The electrician replied lightly, turned around and took out the key to open the door of the distribution room, and walked in with Muballad. "I've checked it, and the line is normal."

Mubarad closed the door and slammed his fist into the back of the electrician's head while he was not looking. Don't look at Muballad's physical injuries, but after all, he is a policeman, and he is more than enough to deal with an ordinary electrician, who quickly fainted under Mubarad's attack. Muballad tied up the electrician and said to Wang Hai: "I have already settled the electrician, and now I am the only one in the distribution room." ”

"Good. Muballad, now I'm going to keep you in the power distribution room and wait for the order to turn off all the power. Wang Hai commanded.

"Yes." Mubarad answered, hiding in the corner of the power distribution room, waiting for his next move.

Muballad successfully arrived at his destination, and Wang Hai and others took an important step in their actions, which was equivalent to arranging their own internal response in the presidential palace. Wang Hai glanced at the time, ten past seven, and asked, "Qiao, how is the situation over there?" ”

Qiao replied: "Mr. Consul has just come out of the consulate, and now he has entered the main road, and it is expected to arrive at the presidential palace in twenty minutes." ”

As expected, the French consul would arrive at the presidential palace half an hour earlier. Wang Hai instructed: "Do according to the plan. ”

"Yes." Qiao Yingdao.

Wang Hai then asked Olivier, "Olivier, how is the situation on your side?" ”

Olivier, Frank, and Dennis hid two blocks away from the presidential palace, and after hearing Wang Hai's inquiry, Dennis preemptively replied: "We have been ready for a long time, just waiting to enter the presidential palace!" ”

Olivier added, "We'll act when Joe and the doctor settle the real consul." ”

Wang Hai said: "Very good, I will inform you immediately after Qiao's side is finished." ”

"Robin." Olivier snorted.

"What's the matter?" Wang Hai asked.

Olivier said, "Don't forget what we said before. ”

Wang Hai thought of Olivier wanting to let him dance with him, but he didn't expect Olivier to mention it at this time, he must have been afraid that he would regret it, so he reassured her. "Don't worry, I have never gone back on what I promised."

Frank immediately asked, "Hey, Robin, what did you promise?" ”

"Shut up and get ready to act!" Olivier rebuked.

Of course, Wang Hai would not answer Frank, and glanced down at the situation on Joe's side.

Joe had been following the French consul's car for ten minutes, and when the car entered the viaduct, he told Sun Ling: "The goal is in, action." ”

Sun Ling had been waiting on the viaduct for a long time, and when he heard Joe's voice, he immediately kicked the accelerator to let the car rush out, only to hear a loud "tom", the Ferrari sedan collided with a bus, and the originally smooth road came to a halt.

Seeing that Sun Ling's action was successful, Qiao immediately turned the car sideways, blocking the way for the car in front of him to retreat.

Between 7 and 8 a.m. is the rush hour in a city, especially in a capital like Cairo, where a traffic accident can often block a road for two to three hours. The viaduct was quickly blocked in front and behind, and even if the police could arrive, it would take a long time to untie the knot.

Qiao preached to Wang Hai: "The task is accomplished. ”

"Very good, you and Sun Ling retreat immediately." Wang Hai instructed, and then said, "Andy, be careful to intercept the consul's correspondence in case he contacts Mr. President. ”

"Leave it to me." Andy replied.

"Are we going to act now?" Olivier asked.

"Wait a minute, five minutes before you act." Wang Hai replied that in this way, the time could coincide with the arrival of the real consul.

"Understood." Olivier replied. Sun Ling and Joe left the viaduct on foot, and Joe had already arranged another car near the viaduct, hoping to get to the presidential palace as soon as possible and avoid Siddiq's involvement in the operation. "Sun Ling, hurry up, we're in a hurry!" Joe urged. Sun Ling and Qiao boarded the car as fast as they could, but Qiao obviously miscalculated the traffic pressure in Cairo, and the nearby roads were also blocked in just two minutes, and it was impossible for the two to rush to the presidential palace in a short time.