"Stark Group's intelligent security system connects the local police alarm system and surveillance. It requires a password and fingerprint to be released." Natasha Romanov murmured while bringing gloves to herself. "What kind of gangsters will install the security system that connects the local police, huh?" She used a screwdriver to pry open the intelligent alarm system at the door, and after finding the interface, she inserted the overcontrol key in. She didn't need to understand the principle, she just needed to know how to use it. "Of course it's gangsters who have transactions with the police, right? This kind of thing is so common. Ninety percent of the situations I encountered are like this. Why don't you talk, Mr. Amon?"

"The probability of 90% is too low. Due to the barriers between the police systems of different ownerships, the number of jobs outside the country is simple and mostly not regular policemen. Therefore, there are obvious gangs with the vast majority of county law enforcement agencies and local gangs that have replaced certain grassroots administrative functions. Communication and transactions between prisoners in BR County prisons and outsiders, etc.."

"It's so deadly... Now you should shut up, otherwise I'll fall asleep."

"Your request was officially rejected." Amon said expressionlessly. There was only one screen in front of him, and the marble floor on the ground reflected the sparse light source and the screen reflection in the room. The Guards could see everything Natasha Romanov saw through this screen. "To avoid not knowing, your heart rate, breathing and blood oxygen data have shown that you are in different states of optimism now."

"You're so careful, big man." Natasha Romanov walked into the 24-hour heated mansion with soft-soled sneakers. Even if the owner of the mansion was not here now, the electrodes attached to her body made her feel a little uncomfortable. If she was wearing bulletproof armor from the Yugoslavia Federation, these functions would not be needed to be achieved. Instead, she did not go straight to the room displayed by the intelligence, but carefully searched every room, including the bathroom, bathroom, bedroom and kitchen, and the target room displayed by the intelligence. She seized the opportunity to place more than ten micro-eavesdroppers in her pocket in the vents, the dishwasher, the bottom of the sofa and other places that were not easily noticed, and also sprayed some WD40s on the creaking hinge of the target bedroom door to ensure that there would be no sound next time she opened.

The search lasted twenty minutes, and she found a safe but did not open it, but recorded the model and manufacturer of the safe. This behavior puzzled Amon. "I don't have equipment on my hands, and I don't want to sprinkle fingerprint powder now, which is too easy to be exposed. I don't want other gang leaders to know that there are people in the city now targeting them." Natasha Romanov said lightly, "Next time I come here, someone will open the safe for me. If not, then I will open it myself."

"Have you ever considered the length of the holiday, Agent Romanov?" Amon said slowly, "The time off the post is not infinite, you must return to the space station within a limited time."

"I try my best."

"Your system usage permissions will not be extended, and you will not receive any support at that time, and my Lord will not order air strikes on Alsen Air Force Base in Alaska to divert your attention. It is not the time to return the United States to World War II, and the United States is still useful now." Amon said, "My Lord will not let go of such a complete industrial system, which is available assets against alien alien invasions."

"You actually say this to me. Aren't you afraid that I will tell others?"

"No one will believe you," Amon said. "The top leaders of the United States have received a warning from our Lord that we have the ability to remove all European and American communication satellites and bring the American way of combat back to the Vietnam War and even World War II. We proved this with force and technology. So when attacking NATO's Southern European allies, the US Congress took the initiative to stop the military operations of France and Italy. Of course, this is something that requires some blood to be done, so our enemy is dead."

"What a boring story." Natasha Romanov closed the door lightly. Without the support of the intelligence system, she would not have been able to bypass the peripheral security system to come to the mansion, nor could she know the way to enter the mansion and the defects of the internal security system. This is the result of many technicians and intelligence analysts' efforts, and she is sure that the space station did not have this information before she contacted Victoria Hand. "There is a last target left. They will have a settlement in two days, and then I will get what I want."

"I will supervise you to complete the final monitoring arrangement," Amon said. "After this, I have other work to complete."

"Do you mind revealing something?"

"mind."

"You are really like your master, your secretivism tendencies are exactly the same." Natasha Romanov frowned and complained while restarting the security system. "When you were undergoing transformation, he poured confidentiality into your brain?" As one of the few people who knew the differences between the Imperial Guard and the Knights, she naturally knew the transformation goals of the Imperial Guard. These immortal genetically modified warriors were created to fight against the more terrifying darkness, but a few contacts made her go to the Imperial Guard.

She was surprised and uncomfortable with the existence of the people. She didn't know who could defeat such a warrior in this world, and whether the future enemies needed such extreme force to defeat. She decided not to continue this topic, because before the real crisis came, all prophets would be rebuked as madmen. Now the entire Yugoslavia Federation, Europe, the United States and even the entire earth are affected by the prophets of madmen or prophets. What's more terrifying is that this madman is likely to be right, and he still has the ability to change the situation or have an impact.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I think you'll understand the necessity of intelligence hierarchy."

"Then he certainly didn't tell you that in that only one action, he and I were lying in the same bathtub. At that time, I was not wearing any clothes."

"I have all the permissions to view Salem's archives." Amon hesitated, "I will add the details of the archives."

Natasha Romanov couldn't help laughing. "Now I'm starting to appreciate your rigor, Amon."

She glanced at the TV that was not turned off. The owner of the mansion was completely unwilling to pay attention to the electricity bill. The TV that was turned on forever was not only for watching, but also for the empty house to appear less silent. It was through this satellite TV that the intelligence system of the Tianjian Space Station was able to decode the WIFI information in the mansion and provide some help to her actions. On the TV, the local news host was introducing the emperor of the Yugoslavia Federation not long ago, the most terrifying thing in the United States.

Speeches and visits by the enemy, the initiator of terrorism - However, the American media seemed to have forgotten that this was an information age. The emperor's speeches spread throughout the world through information technology, including the United States. The emperor denounced happy education and religious ignorant civilians, attributed the wealth and power of the superiors to the accumulation and luck of his ancestors, rather than presenting the bloody primitive accumulation of capital to everyone, and even used neoliberal differentiation methods to make the common people oppressed without knowing it.
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