When the storm ravages the earth, when it destroys everything, how many people know that it is the power of the sea?

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Southern California, San Diego, Coloronado Peninsula.

Known as the crown of Southern California, it is connected to San Diego by a long bridge across the sea, 180 kilometers from downtown Los Angeles.

The Coronado Hotel, the first five-star hotel in the United States, was built in the last century as a wooden building, which has hosted countless celebrities, including presidents, and has been used for countless movies and weddings.

The U.S. Navy SEALs naval special operations group is at a naval amphibious base on the peninsula.

At 11 a.m. Western time, the bunting was windy and rainy.

The sky was covered with lead-colored clouds, the wind was blowing so hard that people could barely open their eyes, and the seven-level wind circle of Hurricane Wild Dog had already expanded here, and the occasional showers hit the ground like bullets, and the waves reached more than four meters high.

Lieutenant Colonel Andrew was drenched, standing with his back hand under the Budweiser badge made of harpoons and looking ahead, with a six-meter cliff at his feet, gravel and sand below, and a blue-black sea of rage ten meters ahead, with a huge wave of muddy snow swept towards it with a loud noise.

He picked up his binoculars and watched through the rain as the 5,000-ton old freighter rose and fell in the waves.

The three dinghys approached with difficulty, then ,... The sound of the alarm piercing the wind rings in my ears!

Andrew's body trembled, and he turned his head to look behind him, the red lights on the roof of an inconspicuous gray building were flickering, this was a first-level assembly, and a major task was coming.

He picked up the communicator and shouted, "All, training is over, go back to camp!" ”

…...

"Either our people, or our enemies!"

With Donald's order, the CIA, the FBI, NSA, CYBER command, and military intelligence ,... The world's largest intelligence system is already running at full speed.

Data centers across the United States, which have been built trillions over the years, are open to arms, and those supercomputers with names are gasping for breath and starting to work under one command after another.

The first step in the plan, the battle headlines!

The prepared celebrity scandal was thrown into the headlines of major social media, and the sailors of the Cyber Command just moved their fingers to squeeze the previous "Midley" keyword news and those FBI news out of the rankings, out of the front page, out of people's attention, and out of their memories.

The media is extremely manipulated, and that's no more!

Simultaneous Parallel Planning - Search!

From Asia to North America, from Sean, Xiao Xue, to his parents, to his classmates from elementary school to high school.

The places he has worked, the people he has contacted, the websites he has been on, the messages he has sent, and the people he has chatted with.

The first-level social relations, the second-level social relations, the third-level social relations, and the fourth-level have not allocated computing resources for the time being, which is too power-consuming......

The fortunes of the country are related, and naturally they will do whatever it takes, have no scruples, and block and arrest people.

All the information on the telecom platform and social platform has been pulled out of the database, like a steamed bun still steaming hot, and the earliest one was eight years ago.

There is no information that cannot be picked up, and the superficial confrontation has always fooled investors and netizens, and no matter how good the company is, it is no better than a tissue in front of the state apparatus.

Mobile phones and computers that need to be monitored are hacked, Trojan horses are implanted, and data is constantly sent into an information black hole that is specially opened for this project.

Countless signals travel at the speed of light through cables and converge on the cloud platform called Project Amber.

Hundreds of analysts from various intelligence systems gathered countless fragmented information into a clearer and clearer picture, and more than a dozen special effects artists cooperated with them to complete the unseen with imagination and special effects tools.

There are no most dangerous enemies, only unfamiliar opponents!

"We have to know everything about him, everything, his habits, his thoughts, his abilities, from his circle of people to the composition of his cells!"

Thousands of agents around the world were given the latest orders, and on screens of various sizes, dense red dots began to move towards a flickering red dot.

That flash, One Doane Street, Los Angeles.

This day, the planned rally day, is time-stamped C-DAY.

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"Even a code name has to be explained for three minutes, bureaucracy kills people!"

Victor, who was sitting on the toilet in the White House, sighed in his heart, and when he saw the time mark of his C-DAY, the staff officer of the Military Intelligence Bureau mockingly explained to himself that D-DAY should be used in military terminology for the day of the offensive launch, who doesn't know this, I still know H-DAY!

But who said the attack was going on today?

Do you know how destructive your opponent is, and you dare to have a D-DAY?

There's a hurricane landing over there!

There are more than 10 million people in the Greater Los Angeles area, and so much private property, should you be someone else's territory?

Mutants are not Germans and can't run, what if you don't get the encirclement right, he just jumps into the river and swims across the Pacific Ocean?

Can we really spread our hands and say please send our citizen Shaun back?

Besides, who doesn't know that D-DAY means Attack Day, are you stupid to be this mutant? What should I do if I go back and leak my secrets?

Victor's face was calm and lucky, his face was flushed, the toilet in the White House was the most advanced automatic flushing function, and the water could still protect the chrysanthemum from allergies.

Thinking of this, Victor's mind conjured up the appearance of an Italians, Manolio, the owner of that Sean, the owner of the pizza shop.

On the surface, he sells pizza and illegal drugs, which can basically be determined, his store door was violently smashed and destroyed last night, if it was also Shaun's doing, then it is reasonable, but now this person is being examined in St. Bania Hospital with a severe ulcer on the buttocks.

L.A. is getting new information all the time, and the analysis is so heavy that the analysts have the collective illusion that they're brainstorming the script of a Hollywood blockbuster.

The entire group of analysts gets stuck in Manolio's rotting side story, unable to figure out what caused it.

The examination report of the hospital system mentions itching blood blisters and bacterial infections, and the toxicology screening has not yet yielded any results.

Shaun left the pizza shop the afternoon before yesterday, went to Midley Street to deliver pizza, was admitted to the hospital at night, spent the next day in the hospital during the day, went to Midley Street at night to hurt people, destroyed the door of the pizza shop on the way back, returned to the hospital and left four Kingway killers upstairs, and had brief contact with the joint investigators.

This morning he left the hospital to go home and do a live broadcast, and then a cell phone signal appeared at One Duane Street.

In the morning, there was a case of the invasion of a pizza shop in the Los Angeles police system, and the police officer in charge was questioned and mentioned that Manolio had scratched his ass at that time.

Judging from this series of known timelines of action, there is no actual point of contact between Sean and Manolio, but Victor feels that there must be something that has been overlooked.

Did no one notice, or did Sean use some unknown method?

…...

Tuk tuk, there was a knock on the door.

"Victor?"

"I'm in there."

"The Director told you to hurry up."

The footsteps were far away, Victor rubbed his head, and in the end, Ray was the general liaison for the Amber plan, and he was sprayed as an assistant: lack of qualifications, lack of experience, ability... So so.

To put it bluntly, these people still want to steal the dominance of this program, after all, the benefits are too huge, and everyone understands that they are first come, first served, first served, first served.

Mutants, supermen, superheroes, all those who sit on the edge of the conference room, on the screen, which one dares to say that he will not give up everything for power?

Maybe it's as simple as getting a little blood, a thousand dollars of equipment and dozens of dollars of material to make a whole bunch of mutant cells, and the last person gets an injection, and a day later it's all mutants.

In this world, a class with extraordinary personal power, the keys to the most powerful state apparatus, and infinite wealth is definitely not as simple as ruling the United States for eight years.

Congress can be thrown aside!

Victor pressed the button on the side, patiently waited for his ass to be rinsed, and a minute later, he returned to the conference room with his warm butt.

"Is there a result?"

"We have located 2,345 devices within One Doane Street, including 465 smartphones." An analyst reported to him on the current situation.

Victor touched his chin, which meant that there were probably more than 400 people in this building, in this location, at least civilians.

"Make a plan right away to get the people out who don't have to do it." Victor quickly decides that no matter how awesome the special forces are, these civilians could be used as shields by Sean at any time.

"Yes!"

"Remember, your plan must not alarm the core objective!" Victor stresses that if Shaun escapes only for the sake of civilians, he is more responsible than four hundred dead.

Los Angeles has already injured more than 400 people, and another 400 deaths are just two more minutes of exclamation from the people, but if Shaun is not caught, the mutants, the American magnates may have to roar for half an hour!

"We'll use onomatopoeia to get them to leave in batches," one analyst said calmly, "and we've had successes." ”

Victor nodded, fine, nothing more than pretending to be the relatives and friends of these people to call and message them to leave the building and do something else.

"So, how many people see that message now?" Victor walked up to a machine and looked at the words twittered on it, and in the center was the one: Come to my ring, you can get five times the prize....

Anyway, that's pretty much what it means, what does Sean have in mind, Victor thinks it's probably to make America ugly, and think beautifully!

We're not going!

Don't let people go!

"Still locked!"

"No one clicks, forwards locked."

"Very good, very good!" Victor clapped his hands energetically, "Come on, everyone!" ”

“ＦＩＧＨＴＩＮＧ!” Everyone in the room responded.

"Why hasn't the work of the Objective Three-View Analysis Group been reported yet?!"

“......”

…...

On Highway 1 in California, there aren't many cars heading toward Los Angeles, and most of the cars are heading north.

However, these southbound cars were driving very fast, and inside were all agents of the various intelligence bureaus who had been stationed in San Francisco, and received orders to rush to Los Angeles, and in this weather, there was only one way to drive.

Almost at the same time when the order was received, and almost only the same route could be chosen, so a scene similar to the speed of life and death was staged on this seaside road.

At the front was a black Ford SUV, and in the car sat two FBI agents, senior agents belonging to the FBI's Special Operations Division, Stone and Billy.

Both of these names are pseudonyms, and as a member of the special operations department, you are doing things that are seriously equivalent to crimes, and you must not use your real names.

Stone frowned and squinted, looking out the window at the raging sea, he was on vacation in San Francisco with his partner Billy, but a headquarters order came down, and the vacation disappeared in an instant.

I didn't have time to eat the ordered lunch, and the girl who just caught it didn't sleep, so she just hit the accelerator and hit the road, not to mention how depressed she was.

"It's annoying to perform any task in such weather! Do you think it could have something to do with the Midley Street affair? ”

Stone sat in the passenger seat, took out his mobile phone and flipped through it, complaining about the leader's incomprehensibility.

"Probably, you'll find out when you get there. The press conference of the Luo Bureau just now was also quite strange, it was not so efficient in the past, but how to look at it and how to fake. I also take waste paper for secondary use... Makes me laugh until my stomach hurts! At this level of crisis public relations, Capello has high ambitions! ”

Billy said as he drove, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and dared to drive at a high speed of one hundred and thirty miles in the strong wind, and was not afraid to fly.

Stone showed a thoughtful expression: "So what is the relationship between these two things, is that bald Chinese really a murderer?" ”

Billy was just about to answer, when suddenly a car shadow passed by and forcibly overtook him. It's a black Mercedes.

"What's even more annoying is that there are people who drive faster than me!" Billy slammed his feet hard, and the car roared and chased forward.

The speed has risen to 140 miles, and the body can barely stabilize because it has been modified.

Stone glanced at the car in front of him and sat up straight: "The car in front is thickened in the back." ”

Well? Billy narrowed his eyes: "Bulletproof? ”

"Just follow, don't be your own people." Stone subconsciously reminded.

"Who in the group is also in San Francisco?" Billy followed closely in front of him, but kept a useless distance, and at such a speed he would surely fly into the sea with a slight collision.

"I don't know, but I don't think it's that simple," Stone let out a long breath, "and my hunch has always been accurate. ”

"Do you have a premonition that we will die?" Billy asked with a casual smile.

Stone's face darkened: "Pressing the point speed." Arrive early and get no reward! ”

…...

In the Mercedes-Benz, there were also two men, one looked in the rearview mirror: "The FBI should be, let's go faster!" ”

"Let Judy assign us a safe house, weapons and ammunition ready." The other commanded.

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