At Los Angeles International Airport, a large number of passengers stepped out of a plane flying from Namibia.

After passing through the immigration checks, some of these passengers left the airport directly, and some seemed to be waiting for their companions, and these people talked and laughed, and the atmosphere at the airport was as normal as usual.

Immigration Attorney Johnny stood at his post, tirelessly searching everyone's body, pockets, cuffs and luggage, which is also his daily job.

But for some reason, when he searched a strong man with a height of 1.8 meters, he suddenly had a creepy feeling.

He didn't know what it was like, so he subconsciously stared at the other person's cheek for a few seconds, only to see that the other person's face was a pool of stagnant water, as if nothing in the world could make him fluctuate in the slightest.

The person in front of him exuded a lifeless aura, and even gave Johnny the illusion that he did not look like a living person.

For this reason, Johnny is secretly vigilant that there will be no similar plot of vicious gangsters trying to get through the customs and then being found out and holding the prosecutor hostage.

But fortunately, in the end, he didn't check anything on the other party, obviously although the other party has a Sima face, but he is a big good citizen.

So, he let the other party go.

Soon, though, Johnny encounters another lifeless passenger.

Johnny felt a little strange in his heart, this person was very similar to the previous passenger's temperament, if it weren't for the fact that one of them was black and the other was white, he would have even thought that the two were brothers.

"Maybe I've been too tired lately, so I'm delusional......"

Johnny muttered under his breath, then stopped thinking about it.

But what he didn't know was that at the checkpoint next door, his colleague had the same idea as him at this time.

There were ten of these lifeless passengers, and they mingled with the thousands of people entering Los Angeles and finally integrated into the city......

……

"That's how it happened."

In the conference room of the Los Angeles branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, more than a dozen high-ranking officials sat in the conference room, listening to a balding old man explain, "Our team was attacked unexpectedly, and the disappearance of the statue is a trivial matter, but I don't think you will understand the meaning of the attack on the FBI, right?" ”

"Could it be that the other party is a secret force in the Middle Continent region? Or is it from Beihaizhou? Someone asked.

"It's not something we can guess, but the answer is obvious, this is an extremely tight organization, and the other party is even suspected of having a single soldier optical stealth device forever......"

"Has the information been reported?" Someone asked.

"No, the entire North American region has been attacked by hackers, and I even think that this attack is likely to come from this organization......"

"What are you kidding?"

The crowd shouted loudly.

However, at this moment, the door of the conference room suddenly squeaked and slowly opened......

When everyone heard the voice, they subconsciously turned their heads to look, but they saw nothing.

"It's windy?"

The old man at the head showed a puzzled look, and then seemed to think of something, and suddenly his expression changed greatly, "Be careful......

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the conference room slammed again and quickly closed, and the solid soundproofing material completely isolated the screams and cries for help in the conference room......

……

"Wow!"

Geralson snapped open his eyes and sat up from the bed.

His eyes were confused for a moment, and then it took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses.

"Whew, is it a dream?"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he realized that he had an extremely terrifying nightmare just now.

At this time, Geralson was lying in a hospital bed, because his colleague had suffered a gunshot wound before, he did not leave the hospital, but stayed with his colleague's bedside for a day.

Geralson looked at his phone and realized that it was late at night again, the whole room was dark, and in front of the bed was a colleague who had undergone surgery and had fallen asleep.

Even Jerrardson's screams didn't wake him up.

"Whew!"

Geralson slowly stood up, and after a few hours of sleep, his spirits were finally better, but his throat was hot, and he seemed to have some symptoms of a cold.

So, he picked up the glass of water on the bedside table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it with a grunt.

After drinking, Geralson tried to call home again, but the phone was still busy.

"What the hell is going on?"

Geralson frowned, he had never encountered such a situation, at first he thought it was just a communication outage in his area, but then he realized that it seemed that the whole of Los Angeles had been affected by this situation.

The news from the government side is that the communications network in Los Angeles has been attacked by some kind of virus, and even the communication satellites have been down.

This is really a house leak and even rainy weather......

Hanging up the phone a little helplessly, Geralson subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and put it to his mouth, and just wanted to light it, he suddenly realized that this was a ward, so he had to get up and came to the corridor.

It was already early in the morning, and the corridor was extremely quiet, only rows of bright lights stretched into the depths of the corridor, and the rows of wards on both sides of the corridor were like open black mouths, as if they wanted to devour everything in the corridor......

For some reason, Geralson suddenly had a suppressed mood.

Shaking his head, Geralson walked to the window at the end of the hallway, silently lit a cigarette, and then took a deep breath with all his strength.

Suddenly, the cigarette butt on his mouth burned directly in half, emitting a violent fire.

Call!

As he exhaled again, a thick puff of smoke erupted, slightly soothing the depression in Geralson's heart.

But at this moment, Geralson suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps behind him.

The footsteps came from the staircase at the end of the corridor, and there would have been no footsteps at such a distance, but the exaggerated silence of the night amplified the sound infinitely, and Geralson heard the incomparably calm sound.

Something is wrong with this footstep......

Geralson slowly turned his head, as a highly trained investigator, he could certainly distinguish the difference between the steps of ordinary people and the steps of special people.

The footsteps of ordinary people may not seem to be much different from the footsteps of specially trained personnel, but the footsteps of specially trained personnel will be more calm than those of ordinary people.

Calmness here refers to a more uniform interval between footsteps, and a more coordinated volume of footsteps, which is a more coordinated performance of the use of the body.

Come, is it a special forces veteran like himself?

As one of the elites of the Cobra special forces, although Geralson has been retired from the army for many years, he still maintains an extremely self-disciplined schedule, and even his body is perfectly controlled, the only flaw is that his peak is no longer there.

However, his experience was still there, and at this time he heard a special feeling from the precise and dull footsteps.

It was a foreboding......