Forty minutes ago, there was an interstellar contact inside Building 36 in Latitude 2, this time the contact looked extremely ordinary, but it used the internal signal of the military, so the civilian communication system could not detect it at all, let alone eavesdrop on it.
There is an abandoned warehouse next to Highway No. 4 in Luoyuezhou, and the underground of the warehouse is actually a relay wave analysis station of the Xilin Military Region, which captures these information fragments, and then encrypts the shell, adds these fragments to the military secret string, emits them outside the atmosphere, and enters the interstellar communication system through the federal military signal relay station.
This is a routine process, and it seems to be a somewhat complex system reaction, which occurs very briefly within 0001 seconds of time clip, all done by underground automatic equipment, without attracting anyone's attention, and naturally no one notices, a second lieutenant officer in room C2 of the analysis station sweats from his eyebrows, removes the headset he wears on his head, clenches his fist and coughs twice, and gently presses a button.
So a simple, clear and complete information report quietly left the analysis station and passed through a hidden backup passage into a closed room at the Changfeng Military Base.
An engineer in white overalls licked his lips and shook his head to encrypt the information algorithmically and send it through the common channel between the military aviation command system and the civil aviation system.
The entire Xilin main star has to take off and land countless warships and civilian spacecraft every time, and the common channel between the two systems is not high, and the redundant information is complicated.
In the toilet on the far right of the arrival area of Luoyuezhou Airport, behind the partition, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face sat silently on the toilet, staring at the miniature workbench light screen in front of him, and after seeing the display on the light screen, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
The information was already in hand, and the middle-aged man did not hesitate to pull out the data cable connected to the pipeline behind him and press the pump button hard.
With a brief sound of rushing water, he cleared all traces of the bathroom, put on the trench coat hanging on the wall, and walked out with a blank face.
In the palatial hall passage of the airport's arrivals area, a traveler in a plaid shirt is laughing and chatting with the waitress in blue.
"There is a war going on now, so there are very few tour groups coming from S1."
The waitress smiled and said, "You are traveling independently, and it is not so easy to find a discount hotel." ” The traveler in the plaid shirt was about to say something when he noticed a middle-aged man in a gray trench coat walking out.
The two of them didn't speak, but the traveler understood in his heart, smiled and said goodbye to the waitress, and followed the man in the trench coat out not far away.
A middle-aged man in a trench coat waited for about ten seconds at the baggage arrivals when a staff member with a very low hat handed over a box with a standard baggage check-in tag attached to it.
The middle-aged man walked to the airport bus waiting point with the suitcase, and glanced at the luggage tag with a slight downward eye, the date on the tag was today, but he knew that the box had actually been waiting for him at the airport for many days, and he had actually been waiting in the city for many days.
When the bus came, he casually threw his suitcase into the luggage compartment under the bus, and sat in the front seat, while the traveler in the floral dress sat far behind.
Five minutes later, a middle-aged man in a trench coat stepped out of the bus, picked up his suitcase, and got into a modest car with a special pass on the front windshield that was hard to come by.
A few hundred meters later, the traveler in the floral clothes also got into the car, and the two of them looked at the watch on their wrists at the same time to confirm that the time should still be in time.
In the city, the FBI, the powerful departments of the Department of Defense, have been tracking down the two men.
At the intersection where the car passed along the way, the black official car of the FBI could be seen from time to time, but there was no nervous expression on the faces of the two people, and with the cooperation of many pre-set plans, they changed to three means of transportation, easily crossed the checkpoint set up by the political axe, and came to a certain building in the capital of Luoyue Prefecture.
Pulling out the prepared key from under the mat, the two men pushed open the door to room 1201, and twenty seconds later, the traveler in a floral suit left silently.
The middle-aged man put the trench coat on the edge of the chair, opened the suitcase, looked at the matte-painted metal fittings in the box calmly for a few seconds, and began to smoothly combine the two hands, and in just one minute, a powerful non-standard sniper rifle appeared in his hand.
Pulling over the chair and taking out the electric knife, the middle-aged man delicately and quickly sharpened a gap to put the barrel of the gun, but did not rush to adjust the shooting position, but came to the window, pulled up the corner of the curtain and looked out.
I saw that the corner eaves of the building below the building were a very lively intersection, and the restaurants with red oil signs were very clear, and the red soup in the pot rolled under the green trees on the roadside, if it appeared in the optical scope, it must be clear that the green onions could be clearly seen.
After a moment of silence, he squinted and gave up the window, as one of Bermuda's finest assassination experts, he was not shy about using conventional assassination techniques, but in the Commonwealth, he was more cautious than every previous mission.
He sprayed a layer of mist on the wall next to the window frame, which seemed to have a strong corrosive characteristic, and in a matter of seconds, the mixed wall became a little melted, and it took a short time with his tools to dig a small hole in the air outside the building.
The middle-aged man used the teacup lid on the table to cover the small hole to prevent outsiders from noticing the abnormality, waited until the effect of the corrosive aerosol had passed, put the non-standard sniper rifle into the hole, and then pulled a chair to stabilize the barrel of the gun, while placing a full-angle miniature angle rotator in the shelving.
The special electro-optical sight is only about the thickness of a finger, and it is very lightly inserted into the hole at the same time, and the data cable dragged behind it and the electronically controlled fire data cable of the sniper rifle are extremely long, and they are carefully connected by the middle-aged man, and then through the air conditioning duct in the room, it passes upward.
He carefully rested his trench coat on the chair, covered the long sniper, and then cleaned up all the mud and sand marks, and took out the air freshener in the box and sprayed it carefully.
Then, he walked out of room 1201 with the suitcase, followed the shadow of the passage, came to the stairwell, then walked to the thirteenth floor, entered room 1301, quickly lifted the corner of the floor, broke the ventilation line, pulled out the data cable, and inserted it into his workbench.
The scene in the electric light sight downstairs clearly appeared above the light curtain, and the middle-aged man quietly observed the movement at the intersection, silently adjusting his breathing, and his right hand was only three fingers away from the electronically controlled firing device.
The goal has not yet appeared, but he is not in a hurry, and as the best expert in Bermuda, his patience and prudence are his best endowments.
He touched the back of his neck, as if sensing the chip sending some signals, a hint of disgust flashed across his calm face, and he began to think about how to escape back to Bermuda after the blow was successful.
He knew that the object he was going to assassinate today was a big target, and he knew that it was a big deal, but the experience in the Xilin Region these days made him more aware that those who helped him complete the task, that is, issued the mission, had even more terrifying powers.
The middle-aged man was originally a citizen of the Federation, so he could pass the strict scrutiny at the time of entry and re-implant the chip, so he knew what kind of abilities these cold-blooded Federation bigwigs had, and with the help of these people, it was not difficult to complete the task.
After making so many arrangements downstairs, he thought that his safety was fully guaranteed, and after shooting later, even if the other party could immediately surround room 1201, it would leave him plenty of time to leave, unless the other party was an omniscient god who knew where he was hiding.
On the light curtain, a black car drove into the intersection.
The middle-aged man's fingers rested steadily on the red button of the electronic control device, and he gently slid to adjust the shooting angle of the sniper rifle downstairs.
Looking at the clear data back decoration on the light curtain, he was somewhat amazed by the imitation ability of the Qinglong Mountain Army, this long sniper is much less powerful than ACW, but in many design concepts, it has been imitated to the extreme, although it has not been surpassed.
Feeling the slippery feeling between his fingers, as long as he pressed it lightly, a historical event in the Federation was about to happen in his hands, the most calm murder expert in Bermuda, a calm and confident smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
At this moment, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he slowly looked to the right, although he didn't hear any sound, he always felt that there was always something strange in the room separated by a wall.
The military vehicles of the seventh group drove directly under the building, and the entire Xilin street was full of military vehicles, and they were not worried about attracting the attention of some people.
However, looking at a few Xilin military vehicles not far away, Bai Yulan suddenly felt that the atmosphere at this time was a little weird, and silently thought that she was not worried that others would pay attention to her, did the people in those military vehicles have the same idea Xiong Linquan pointed to the three-dimensional structure of the building and frowned and said: "All the rooms on the left side above the eighth floor are suitable for sniping, and there is no way to control them all. ” Gu Xifeng's ten fingers tapped the touch light screen like flying, and it took a short time to invade the monitoring system inside the building, and with the cooperation of a small software developed by himself, he quickly sorted out a few suspicious points, smiled and patted Da Xiong's shoulder, and said: "Don't worry about you, they are in room 1201." ” Surveillance footage on the light screen shows that at some point before, two people entered Room 1201 carrying boxes.
Xiong Linquan looked at the back of the man in the trench coat, and suddenly said, "It's an expert." ” Bai Yulan brushed away the fine hair on her forehead and said softly, "I didn't expect him to come." ” In a sense, they themselves are absolute experts in the assassination world, and the experts who can make them take it seriously are naturally real experts.
"It's too late."
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Xiong Linquan carried the cello case beside him and prepared to rush to the building.
Bai Yulan thought of what Xu Le said in her ear before leaving, frowned for a moment, was a little confused, and said resolutely: "It's not 1201." ” "It's 1301."
To be continued: