Rick's forehead was sweating, his chest was heaving and heaving, he was now sure of the message on the note, only now that he was trapped in the building.

"If only I had left the restaurant and gone straight to the underground parking lot," Rick felt a sudden feeling of remorse, but he quickly shook his head, leaving behind the emotion that had affected his confidence.

He was constantly searching for a new way out in the corridor on the second floor, and after turning a corner, his eyes suddenly fell on the elevator door in front of him.

Although he had guessed that the elevator would be locked, he still held on to a glimmer of hope and took out his badge and swiped it on the sensor at the elevator entrance. The elevator didn't respond, Rick sighed, and when he turned around, he suddenly looked up and looked up, he saw the camera overhead, and in the monitoring room, the captain of the security department was also watching him on the screen.

"Got you, bastard," the captain said coldly, staring at the man on the surveillance screen.

Rick's gaze lingered on the camera at the elevator entrance for only two seconds, then he opened the fire cabinet door embedded in the hallway wall, took out a fire extinguisher inside, and sprayed it at the camera.

The screen in the surveillance room that had just captured Rick's figure turned white, and the captain slammed his fist on the table, his face began to become hideous, "Transfer another team to the stairwell in the east." ”

Rick quickly ran down the hallway with a fire extinguisher, and whenever he spotted a camera along the way, he used the spray in the fire extinguisher to capture the camera. In the monitoring room, the screens connected to the cameras on the second floor lost their images one after another, and the face of the security captain sank, he just added a team to the stairwell on the east side of the second floor, in order to deal with the current situation, he knew that Rick was a secret service agent, and now he learned that this man's identity was another layer, so he naturally didn't dare to underestimate him.

Rick made his way to a hall full of clutter, the exits blocked by a remote-controlled iron door, and he looked around the hall before rounding the hallway to another area.

"The hall to the north," the captain saw Rick on the screen again, but as soon as he finished speaking, Rick on the screen had already raised the fire extinguisher towards the camera.

"!" The captain scolded as he looked at the white screen.

Rick had come to a room where plastic bottles and sundries were kept, and he rummaged through the pile of bottles and cans, then took what he had found out of them, and quickly left the place with a fire extinguisher in his other hand.

"Captain, inquiry room," a security soldier shouted, pointing to a small screen next to him.

"Get the picture out," the Soldier saw as the screen was split into nine pieces, and the captain asked Clark to cut out the image where Rick's figure had just appeared.

The scene quickly shifts to the interrogation room, where the people in the surveillance room see that the lights suddenly turn on in a room surrounded by metal walls, and Rick is coming to the corner of the room, and he pulls open the doorknob on a metal wall, and it turns out that it is a small room inside. In the small room, there are also several metal cabinets.

Rick rummaged through it, pulling out a vial of potions, and when he returned to the middle of the interrogation room, he suddenly found a camera mounted in a corner of the ceiling.

Once again, Rick smudged the camera lens with the spray of the fire extinguisher.

“FUCK！” The captain of the security department cursed again, and then he asked into the communicator, "Did the reinforcement team arrive at the intended location?" ”

Rick flipped the table in the middle of the interrogation room with all his might, unscrewing one of the hollow legs.

Charles was already on his way to the data center building with Deron and Astoria, and his mind kept thinking about the true information about Rick that he had learned from the information provided by Zhang Wenzhuo.

"Name: Cai Wenyue, Position: First Class Agent, Region: Huaguo, Secret Clearance: S-Class. Cover identity: Chief of the Secret Service Division of the United States, skills: blasting, programming, anti-surveillance, fighting, infiltrating ......, divorced, ex-wife and daughter stay in Huaguo. ”

"Why don't you want to be a good American, but you have to serve China," Charles was a little puzzled by the man who had already obtained a green card and was trusted by Kelly, the secretary of the Department of Homeland Security, "It seems that Zhang Wenzhuo is much smarter than you." ”

The reinforcement team had already reached the second floor from the stairwell to the east, and they opened the door at the top of the staircase and began to enter the perimeter of the cordoned off area of the floor.

Unbeknownst to Rick, Rick found a rectangular plastic basin and poured several of the liquids he had brought from the bottles and cans into it, mixing them together.

Some white smoke began to rise from the plastic basin, and Rick carefully adjusted the angle of the bottle tilt in his hands, mentally estimating the amount of liquid that had been poured down.

The men of the security department came to the iron gate that had been sealed off earlier, and several guns were pointed at the door in unison.

Rick flipped the chair in the interrogation room upside down, an air-pressure chair lift, and removed the lower half of the chair and removed a small iron cylinder from the middle load-bearing section.

Rick used paper towels to absorb the liquid mixture from the plastic basin, and then carefully stuffed the filled tissues into the iron cylinder that had been removed from the chair.

One end of the iron cylinder was wrapped in a clean paper towel by Rick to prevent the mixed tissues from falling out, and he placed the end wrapped in the paper towel into the metal leg that he had removed earlier, tilting it at an angle to allow the iron cylinder to slowly slide into the leg tube.

With that in order, Rick put one end of the metal table leg on the sprinkler of the fire extinguisher, a weapon he had improvised with the expertise he had in mind.

Rick knew that he was surrounded, and all the exits to the outside on the second floor were sealed with iron doors, and since the people who surrounded him were here to arrest him, then they would definitely come in.

"Prepare to open the door and let my men in," the captain of the security department instructed Clark after receiving a notice that the reinforcement team was ready.

Clark opened an iron door on the blockade, allowing soldiers outside the gate to break in and capture Rick.

The soldiers had already put on their masks, and they weren't sure if Rick was carrying a weapon, so they weren't going to rush in when the door opened. According to the plan, the first wave of the attack will be launched by smoke grenades.

Rick had just assembled his makeshift weapon when he heard a voice coming from outside the nearest iron door, and knew in his heart that someone outside might rush in at any moment.

Rick came to the corner of the hallway where the iron door was, hiding himself behind the wall, the iron door slowly opened, and a soldier outside the door had pulled out a smoke bomb, he pulled out the pull tab, and prepared to throw it in when the gap in the middle of the iron door in front of him was a little bigger.

They came prepared, the anti-fog mask will isolate the smoke screen emitted by the smoke grenade from the outside, and the target trapped inside the second floor cannot carry similar equipment, so when everyone enters the inside, the arrest operation will be much smoother.

Rick poked his head out from behind the wall, staring at the slowly opening iron door, and when the gap in the middle of it opened to a few tens of centimeters, he quickly rushed out.

The soldier behind the iron door was about to throw smoke bombs inside, and he saw through the gap in the middle of the iron door that Rick suddenly appeared in front of him with a fire extinguisher, and when he was stunned for a moment, his hand moved half a beat slower. None of the other companions fired the first shot, because everyone was given the task of catching them alive.

A living spy is worth much more than a dead spy, that's what the above said.

Rick rushed out from behind the wall, and without hesitation, he raised the fire extinguisher in his hand and aimed the metal legs on the sprinkler head at the gap that gradually opened in the middle of the iron door.

With a "bang", a puff of white smoke came out of the hollow table legs, and the metal cylinder that had been stuffed in it flew out with a sound and shot directly into the pile of people outside the iron door.

The thing exploded in the pile, and many of the soldiers who had been standing by the door were stuck to the flames. Instead of being thrown in as planned, the smoke grenade landed directly at the soldier's feet, and he himself was knocked to the ground by the impact of the explosion.

"What's going on?" The captain of the security department heard a voice coming from the communicator, "Quickly report the situation at the scene." ”

The only thing that replied to him on the communicator was a moan of pain.

Taking advantage of the one-shot hit, Rick slammed down the hallway, flipping through the gap in the iron door, rolling on his side to a soldier lying on the ground, and pulling his pistol from his holster.

One of the soldiers who had been less affected by the impact of the explosion was the first to come to his senses, and Rick's back lingered in front of him for only a second before disappearing into the doorway of the stairwell.

"Head, he's gone," the soldier shouted into the communicator.

"Did anyone catch it?" Charles's voice came from behind him, and cold sweat instantly broke out on the forehead of the captain of the security department.

"He ran," the captain retold Charles, retelling the message he had just sent back to his teammates.

"Rubbish!" Charles had been informed that Rick was trapped in the data center building, and that two squads had been sent by the Security Department to surround it. In my opinion, this is already a situation of catching a turtle in an urn, but I didn't expect to hear such a result when I arrived.

"Where is he now?" Charles asked Clarke, who was operating the surveillance system.

"Here, hallway!" Charles's arrival put a lot of pressure on Clark, he had been punished for Liu Jiajun's infiltration into the data center building, and now he didn't want to blame the people in the security department anymore, so his spirit was already highly tense, and he quickly found Rick's figure in the remaining surveillance footage.

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