() "The key is in hand!" A thin ID card with undried blood stains was handed to Zakaev, he looked at the key, and then at the other one in the officer's hand, which was all snatched from the unlucky ones in the house, as for the original owners of these two cards, it would be impossible to distinguish their identities, under the blasting of thousands of grams of explosives, half of the corpses in the room were not intact, and the soldiers outside were also safe and sound by the directional blasting formed by the accumulation of corpses, but even so, they were covered with blood and stumps.

"Well, now it's up to you, Mr. Tolson!" Zakaev shook the key, and then threw it to a bespectacled Nigo, who was originally a senior technical officer in the North American Air Defense Command, because he was kicked out of the army because he was kicked out of the army because of the handjob in the central control room against the president's daughter's photo, and since then he has a grudge against the United States, and has been constantly selling the information he knows on the Internet for profit, you must know that with his ability, he can definitely be a general in 20 years, but he himself is too fond of death.

Not long ago, he was recruited to participate in a job where he could get up close and personal with a nuclear bomb, and possibly even launch it. At first, he was still unhappy, because he was going to come to Eastern Europe in the cold, but after his employer sent him two hot Ukrainian beauties, this Nigo changed his mind.

"Alright, I'll leave it to me! Start cracking the program! Nigo took the key, inserted it into the card slot, then took out his laptop and connected it to the computer in the central control room, and began to attack the firewall of the nuclear bomb launch program on the spot.

You must know that the launch of a nuclear bomb is far from being as simple as it is staged on TV, taking Da Mao Russia as an example, first of all, the launch process shows that the president needs to open the nuclear lockbox and need to confirm the president's identity through fingerprints and passwords; Then the Minister of Defense or the Chief of the General Staff gives the order to attack, enter his own 2 sets of passwords, this requirement is to enter the correct password in a very short time, otherwise it will be invalid.

Finally, the central command of the nuclear missile forces, after checking that the password is correct, confirms the target of the attack, and then lifts the nuclear bomb insurance restrictions; The order is given to the unit that executes it, and the unit is named after the nuclear counterattack.

Under normal circumstances, the execution unit will have two or more people responsible for the relevant instructions of the launch at the same time, so as to avoid a single executive officer having the authority to launch a nuclear bomb.

Of course, if a nuclear war breaks out and each unit starts a nuclear counterattack on its own, the process will be very simple, just select the target and rotate the button to launch.

The black man named Tolson was responsible for breaking the firewall of the nuclear bomb control network, planting a virus into it, making the control network mistakenly believe that it had received the president's nuclear counterattack order, and then skipping the middle series of processes, so that the computer network went directly to the final launch process.

"Tell me, Mr. Tolson, how long will it take you?"

"This system is old, I only need ten minutes!" The black man stretched, pulled out a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, then put on his headphones and got busy.

"Ten minutes?" Zakaev spat out a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm, "They will attack in less than five minutes, that's not some stragglers, it's SAS, those mongrels have been chasing me for more than ten years, chasing all over the world!" ”

"But now they can't help it, I don't believe it, they still dare to destroy here!" The officer lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

"Not necessarily, those guys can always play tricks you can't think of!" Zakhaev grabbed a rifle and walked to the door to stand on guard.

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"It's said that Mao Zi is crazy, and it's not bad for these two Mao to be crazy!" Like thunder, the roar of diesel engines came closer and closer with the creaking of tracks.

After the helpless Ukrainian army sacrificed hundreds of people, a powerful general finally stood up.

"Since they can't get in, we'll let them come out, come and get into the tank!"

"Are they going to shell it directly? That's the central control center, aren't you afraid of problems if you blow it up? ”

"Just blow it up, at least the nuclear bomb won't blow it up!" Soap took out a piece of information, "This is a facility built with billions of dollars during the former Soviet Union, anyway, the facilities in the former Soviet Union that they demolished are not small!" ”

"No, they don't seem to be going to open fire!" Aaron watched as the T84, a converted T80 tank, which had turned its turret to the rear, slowly drove towards the building.

"They're going to just knock the building open!"

"Ruthless!" Soap and Gates were also dumbfounded.

The 51-ton huge body of the T84 fortress was driven by the 1,200 hp 6TD-2 diesel engine like the Babylonian mythical titan and smashed the one-meter-thick exterior wall of the central control building out of the gap, and then the tank was loaded with a turret of bricks and dust and reversed out, and the soldiers waiting outside swarmed up and cleaned up the garbage on the tank, and the tank roared into the outer wall again, and after several rounds of repeating, the outer wall of the central control building was gone.

Then the T84 Bastion main battle tank roared into the house again, and the narrow corridors and thin concrete walls could not stop its destruction.

"Bazooka, quick!" The mercenaries guarding the corridor didn't hear much of the roar of the tank at first, but within a few minutes, the tank was directly turning the corridor from a slender path less than three meters wide into a highway full eight meters wide. This speed made them instantly overwhelmed.

"Launch!" The only remaining bazookas roared, but the armor-piercing warheads fired by these old RPG7 bazookas were okay against power armor, and a little ugly against the T84.

The T84's Nozh-2 explosive reactive armor easily resisted the dozen or so rockets.

"They're out of ammo!" The tank commander, whose face was covered in smoke, pushed the hatch of the long tower and shouted excitedly outside the house.

"Hurry up, give it to me!" The lieutenant general shouted as he looked at the building that had become unrecognizable, dripping with blood in his heart. Then nearly 100 Ukrainian soldiers rushed directly into the corridor like ants on a tree, and then fierce gunfire was heard inside.

"Okay, stop the ink, let's go too, we must not let Zakaev run away this time!" Price loaded the Kilo 141 with a new magazine and spit out the cigar in his mouth.

"Understood, he can't run away!" Aaron also showed his own guy, he hasn't settled the account with the other party about the previous shelling.

"Assault, target, Zakaev!"