The terrorists were so vigilant that they really thought they had controlled the entire White House and were so arrogant that they walked out without even taking their weapons.
As a result, the door was just opened halfway...
A hand appeared as lightning as lightning from the door, and passed through the crack of the door and accurately grabbed the terrorist's neck, pinching the cervical spine.
This terrifying grip force made the terrorists unable to react and died without any reaction.
Long Zhan threw it away like throwing garbage, throwing the terrorist who had died and turned into noodles into a surveillance room with a casual swing.
Then the terrorist twisted his neck outside the door and dragged it into the surveillance room with one of his legs.
Close the monitoring room door.
Dragon Zhan began to search everywhere inside.
As the Secret Service's security monitoring room in the White House, it is equivalent to a common presence in the White House stronghold, and it is impossible to have no night vision equipment stored.
Long Zhan needs a set of night vision equipment, so hope is placed in this monitoring room.
There is a row of cabinets on the wall on the left, and there is a high possibility of storing equipment inside, but unfortunately, you need to enter a password or insert a card next to it.
Long Zhan didn't know the password and didn't have a card, so he stood there thinking for two seconds.
Turning around and returning to the two corpses.
After exploring the two corpses, they found a bunch of miscellaneous things and found two cards with magnetic stripe chips.
"It should be this thing."
Long Zhan took two cards back to the cabinet and placed them one by one on each cabinet to let the sensor on the cabinet sense the magnetic card.
"Click~"
One of the cabinets was opened.
The space inside the cabinet is not big, it is not much larger than a cage for a cat, and there are some things inside.
Long Zhan, who was smeared in black, couldn't see clearly, so he reached in and took out all of them.
He grabbed the things in both hands and put them on the table, borrowed the light from the surveillance display screen and found that there were weapons, ammunition and some communication equipment inside, and there were no night vision goggles.
Long Zhan can only use another magnetic card to pin his hopes on this magnetic card.
I'm better luck this time.
It opened just after the second hour of trial.
Long Zhan was still the same as before, reaching his hands inside, grabbing each of his hands, and putting them on the table to check them one by one.
Good luck this time.
I saw a night vision scope that can be installed on a rifle.
Just right.
Long Zhan skillfully placed it on the M4 carbine he got from plundering the corpse.
Then I arrived at the surveillance camera console and glanced around each camera and found that no one could see it.
However, several of them had black surveillance cameras, and it was obvious that there was no silver here.
Those terrorists who went to rest must be in the dark position of the surveillance screen.
Long Zhan recorded the room numbers and areas corresponding to these monitoring screens, and then quickly operated them on the keyboard with his fingers.
An interface pops up, showing fingerprint recognition.
Long Zhan is a person who has learned VIP security and has a complete understanding of the use of security equipment. I just entered the command to turn off all cameras.
Turn off the entire White House camera so that although it will be exposed to the enemy, the White House contains other survivors.
However, compared to being discovered wherever you go, you can only move in limited space without a camera, Long Zhan still feels that it is more beneficial to him without a camera.
He can believe that with his ability, as long as he is not discovered by terrorists, a large number of people will come to besiege him.
He has enough confidence to allow him to act quietly in the darkness, and these terrorists in the White House have no choice but to do anything to him.
The White House has an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters, and it is impossible for terrorists to search for carpets.
pity.
Need a fingerprint.
Long Zhan is not an employee of the Secret Service, nor is he a senior manager of the Secret Service. He also needs to turn off the White House surveillance, which will definitely require management authority.
Without fingerprints, it's only useless.
What should I do?
"The monitoring room was occupied by terrorists, so the original agents here must be dead. Some of the dead agents must have authority."
Long Zhan thought secretly and immediately began to search everywhere in the monitoring room.
I walked around the room outside but didn't notice it, but I could clearly smell the smell of blood, and there were also signs of grenade explosions on the ground.
That proves that there were gun battles here before, and there would definitely be bloodshed when there was gun battles.
They cleared the body away, and the blood would definitely not be wiped.
Long Zhan thought of this floor and immediately opened the night vision goggles on the gun, searched casually on the ground, and found traces of blood.
Following the traces of learning, five bodies were found in a small house next door.
Long Zhan doesn't know who is the Secret Service manager, but they can be distinguished from their outfits. The more upscale suit is definitely the management.
There were two people in suits that were relatively high-end, and Long Zhan carried them back to the sky with one hand.
Grasp the first finger and press on the fingerprint reader on the stage.
"Dou~"
The screen is red and the fingerprint error is displayed.
Long Zhan tried another right-handed test, but the red fingerprint error was still displayed on the screen.
"Shouldn't it be? Could it be a left-handed?"
Long Zhan held a try attitude and pressed a corpse with the other hand on the fingerprint reader.
This time it was successful.
With a dripping sound.
The screen shows that the authentication passes, and a small avatar is displayed next to it with the name: "Senior Agent Loma."
Then a wave of sounds...
The hundreds of cameras on the dozen surveillance screens were all turned off in less than two seconds, turning into pitch black.
"OK, get it done."
In order to prevent someone from coming to repair it later, Long Zhan turned on the surveillance probe, found the host along the line, and poured it in with the unfinished coffee on the table.
Soon a smell of burntness appeared, and even the power of the monitoring display was turned off automatically.
Doomsday minimum living allowance.
The female terrorist who was responsible for controlling the computer system suddenly became serious when he saw the surveillance signal connected to the outside.
He shouted, "Mr. Kang, there is something wrong."
The terrorist leader immediately came over and saw a dark surveillance signal on the screen, and the color became ugly.
He hurriedly ordered: "Repair it quickly."
"It seems that the surveillance camera system is broken and there is no way to repair it." The woman said.
"Click out the surveillance room to record it." Mr. Kang said.
"The surveillance system was damaged too seriously. I don't know if it can be re-issued, so I can only try my best." said the female terrorist.
"Fake!"
Mr. Kang, who has been calm since he came in, cursed in anger, turned around and ordered with a cold face, "Bring the President here."
The president was still calm and was not nervous about taking him away.
Chapter completed!