The door panel that was pushed open slowly popped back.

"Ahh Han Ming screamed, covered his face and jumped back, crashing into Shujie.

Shujie didn't react and fell to the ground with Han Ming. Behind him, Roc and Ed were still stunned. The pain of the fall made Shujie immediately sober up. He quickly got up, and then helped Han Ming up. Shujie found that he was fine, but Han Mingke was miserable, his left nostril was bleeding, and a deep red mark appeared between his eyes.

What about his sunglasses? Shujie looked down. The sunglasses that were still on the bridge of Han Ming's nose had been broken in two from the middle, and he was lying on the ground trembling. Suddenly, Ed's trembling voice came from his ear: "Big... Peng, that's... What the... What the situation. I'm probably going to be... Fainted. ”

"I... I... I don't know..."Dapeng was also shocked.

"Let's go, get out of here!" Han Ming also panicked. He grabbed Shujie's hand and asked to leave immediately.

"Where are we going?" Shujie shook off Han Ming's hand and said angrily, "If you want to go out, you have to pass through the hall." ”

As soon as he heard this, Han Ming immediately wilted.

"Is there no other way?" Ed asked.

"Maybe, but I don't know." Shujie replied, "If I'm not mistaken, this corridor actually circles around the bell ringer. Even if we get to the other end of the corridor, we still have to go through the trading floor to get out through the gate. ”

With no other choice, the group tried to calm their breath as much as possible, and then cautiously opened the back door of the hall again. The lobby is full of platforms for stock trading. Most of the electronic screens above the dealing desk have gone black. Those that are still showing the stock market are all red. The busy agents in Shujie's memory don't know where they have gone, replaced by blood and corpses. In the distance, the doors of the exchange are closed. High on the bell ringing platform, dark red plasma flowed terrifying totems from the white pedestal.

The four crept through the corpses. Most of them were wrapped in turbans, with weapons lying next to them, and bullet casings scattered all over the ground. Bullet holes are clearly visible on the body of many trading desks. The group slowly walked towards the gate. Shujie is getting more and more confused.

What's really going on here? There was not a single living person left in the huge hall.

Why is the door closed?

What's outside the gate?

Shujie's heart was full of questions, and his pace became slower and slower. He didn't know if he would have the courage to open it even if he walked behind the gate.

"Uhhhh

Shujie was taken on a big jump; The other three were also shocked.

"Uhh

Shujie followed the voice. Diagonally diagonally on the side of a trading desk, something seemed to have suddenly moved. He hesitated for a moment, then hurried over.

A 'corpse' leans against the pedestal of the trading desk, with a pistol lying horizontally beside it. He pressed his hand to his lower abdomen, and a large pool of blood flowed from under him. As soon as he saw someone coming, he groaned again.

According to the routine in the police movie, Shujie kicked the pistol away first, and then half-knelt down beside the man and held his head with his hand. This man had a Middle Eastern look, and although his eyes were still open, he had long since lost his lustre. Shujie leaned into his ear and whispered, "What's going on?" Who are you? ”

"I... I am—" His answer was vague.

"Say it again." Shujie put his ear to the man's mouth, but he still couldn't understand. At this time, the other three people also gathered around. Shujie looked up and said to Ed, "Come and listen, your rice language is the best." So Ed quickly knelt down and listened carefully.

"Ahem! Cough... I'm—" The man's words were still muddy, but Ed seemed to understand. He looked up and translated to the crowd: "His name is Tariq, an undercover CIA agent." Immediately afterward, Ed looked into Tariq's ear and asked, "Tariq, what the hell is going on here!" ”

"Terrorists... Ahem, hijacking... Exposure... Call... Phew..."Tariq barely finished a long sentence, his voice getting weaker and weaker. Ed then translated: "He said the New York Stock Exchange was hijacked and that he and his colleagues were undercover among the terrorists. But this morning, somehow, their identities were suddenly revealed, and the two sides fired at each other indiscriminately, and they all hung up. ”

Oh, I see. Shujie sighed in his heart, and the corpse of the security guard in the utility room was also explained. But within a second, he had more questions: "Ed, ask him, where are the hostages?" ”

At this time, Dapeng also spoke: "Ask him, what is the situation outside?" How can there be so many undercover agents among terrorists? ”

"By the way, and how long has this been going on?" Shujie suddenly realized how so many things could happen in just one morning.

At the same time, hearing so many requests, Ed was also stupid and didn't know what to ask.

"Stop!" Han Ming shouted, calming everyone down. He then told Ed, "This must be surrounded by police." If we don't want to be mistaken for a terrorist by the police, hurry up and ask him who his CIA contact is. ”

"That's right!" Ed was shocked and immediately looked down at Tariq. Tariq seemed to understand the question, too. He twisted his mouth, gasping for air as he struggled to answer. But the more he spoke, the slower it became, and Ed's expression became harder and harder. Suddenly, Tariq's head slumped to the side, unresponsive.

Ed shook Tariq, then gently lowered his head back to the ground.

"What did he say?" Shujie immediately asked.

"He has a one-line contact for his superiors. But as soon as he was about to say his name, he lost his breath. Ed shook his head in disappointment. For a while, everyone panicked, and even Han Ming couldn't hold his breath. He nervously paced around the trading desk, muttering, "Private jets!" Glory to the ancestors! The surname is Han, but you are now difficult to distinguish, what should I do? What to do? ”

Looking at Han Ming who was spinning all over the ground, Shujie was also confused: What should I do if the police rush in later? Do you raise your hands or kneel with your head in your hands? He knew that he had no proof of death, and it was already a stroke of luck not to be shot indiscriminately if he was not directly killed. Shujie looked at his two old classmates again. Ed was holding his head helplessly, while Roc was looking nervously.

How did it come to this? Shujie was very annoyed in his heart. Before leaving, he was ready to 'succeed or not, he must become benevolent'. At that time, Shujie felt that even if he went to prison, he would be a hero who exposed the scam. But even if he is dead now, he is still dead in vain.

"Look!" Roc suddenly shouted, pointing to a small corner in the middle of the hall.

Shujie looked at it, and there was a TV hanging on the wall in the corner, and although he couldn't hear any sound, the picture on it was still moving. So, the four of them hurriedly surrounded them. The TV screen is not large, and there is a beaten surveillance camera on the wall in the upper right.

On TV, a female announcer was silently announcing the news, her expression startled. In the upper right corner of the screen are three white letters 'BBC', followed by a line of small letters 'America'. On the other side of the screen, the four words 'real-time news' are clearly visible. With the announcer's lip shape, lines of Mi subtitles are popping up directly below the screen.

"Ed, can you read it?" Shujie pleaded. He has only been in the United States for three months, and his rice language is not so bright. "Okay," Ed replied, presumably full of doubts. At this moment, a bust portrait photo appeared to the right of the announcer. The person in the photo is wearing a police uniform and has a beard. Ed paused, then read along, word for word:

"The chief of the New York Police Department has just been interviewed by this station. He said in the phone that the New York government and police department are actively responding to this unprecedented crisis. At the same time, he reminded the public to bypass Lower Manhattan when traveling to ensure the safety of their lives and property. Don't come to Manhattan if you don't have an absolute necessity. Members of the public are advised to contact the police at 911 if they notice any suspicious persons or behavior. ”

The photo of the chief sheriff disappeared and was replaced by a picture of the gate of the stock exchange. Ed continued: "This incident is the first hijacking of computer data and systems in the history of the United States. The group of terrorists from the Middle East demanded that President George W. Bush pressure Israel to release all Palestinian prisoners and withdraw from Jerusalem. If they fail to do so, they will release a massive amount of computer viruses into the exchange's internal network. The New York stock market will be paralyzed beyond repair, and the world economy will be completely destroyed. How the situation will develop, please listen to the comments of our political commentator Mark. Connect to London now. ”

The photo was replaced by a white man in a suit with silver hair.

"Will the Mi Congress accept such a condition? Even if the United States accepts it, can Israel do it? Ed mimicked the commentator's question: "It's impossible. 米国——"

"Only foreign TV stations dare to report like this." Han Ming suddenly interjected, "Heh! The major TV stations in the United States are waiting for the unified text issued by the White House Office, and they do not dare to conduct such an in-depth analysis. ”

"Shhhh He wanted to know everything about this incident, but he didn't know whether to call Han Ming Teacher Han or an old liar. Ed glanced at Shujie and returned to Mark's comment on the subtitles.

“… The world economy is highly dependent on the stock market, and the stock market is extremely dependent on computers. The industry has always believed that as long as there is a self-enclosed local area network, it can resist the attack of hackers and viruses. But they were wrong, the terrorists don't need bombs, they don't need hostages, and once they take over the computer room, our economic system will be captured. And all of this is happening right before our eyes. ”

It turned out that this was the case, and Shujie suddenly realized, and secretly wondered in his heart: No wonder we didn't see the hostages, and we didn't hear the explosion.

"As soon as the market opened yesterday, this group of heavily armed terrorists took control of the stock exchange building. Unexpectedly, they immediately evicted all the hostages, and then disrupted the surveillance and communications department-"

"What!" Roc interrupted Ed's interpretation in a loud voice: "Yesterday! ”

yes, yesterday? Shujie has always felt that something is not right. He looked at the watch in his hand again, and then took out Han Ming's mobile phone from his pocket. Before the operation, Dapeng and Ed turned off their mobile phones in order to avoid unexpected ringtones. After some scrambling, the three finally confirmed that it was Tuesday morning, and that the group had been unconscious in the basement for a whole day yesterday. I don't know if it's the effect of adrenaline hormones, Shujie hasn't been hungry. What's even more incredible is that as soon as his stomach knows the truth, it immediately moans uncontrollably. But Shujie didn't have time to worry about hunger. The core question at the moment is how to get out alive. They had to let the people outside know what was going on inside the hall.

"Damn! This broken AT&T doesn't even have a single signal. Dapeng cursed suddenly. It seems that Dapeng and he thought about the same thing. Shujie took a closer look at Han Ming's mobile phone, and there was no signal on it. "Mine too!" Ed also complained: "It is estimated that all mobile phones have been blocked by the police. ”

"it, give it a try." Dapeng acted as a live horse doctor, quickly dialed three numbers: '9-1-1', and then put the phone to his ear to listen. After listening for a while, he suddenly picked up his phone and smashed it to the ground. "Smack," the phone suddenly broke in two and slid far away.

Shujie and Ed looked at each other, at a loss.

"I can't stay, I can't stay in the United States." Han Ming suddenly said to the three of them: "I know you don't trust me, but Mi Guo really can't stay." ”

"Han... What do you mean? Shujie asked.

"The United States is originally dissatisfied. Now that such a major event has occurred, even the world economy may collapse. ”

"And then?" Shujie didn't need Han Ming's explanation, and he knew that the world would be in chaos next.

"We are inexplicably in the center of this chaos, how can we explain it?" Han Ming suggested: "It's better to do this, let's unify our voices and advance and retreat together." I have a plane, and as soon as I get out, you will go straight back to China with me. ”

"Aren't you talking nonsense!" Dapeng said angrily: "The question now is how to get out alive? ”

"So, the first thing to do is to quickly throw your gun away."

"Guns?"

"yes, the one you put on my waist before. If the police found out, we would have jumped into the Yellow River and wouldn't have been able to wash it. ”

"That." Dapeng squeezed his face and said, "Fake, toy, used to scare you." Where do we get real guns? ”

"It's fake." Han Ming couldn't laugh or cry a little. But he immediately got to the point: "We must seize the time to conclude an offensive and defensive alliance. First, tell me your names. ”

The three looked at each other, then pursed their lips and nodded. Ed spoke first: "Zhang Ed." ”

"Xu Dapeng."

"My name is Hu Shu—" Before Shujie could finish his name, a loud bang suddenly came from the direction of the gate.