Hardcore crisis

Diamandi is a freelance photographer who provides photos for various nature magazines and newspapers all year round. At this moment, he is focusing his lens on the bored policeman standing guard on the road to the White House.

Seemingly aware of the camera, the policeman turned back to look at Diamandi, without saying anything, and turned his face away again. It can be seen that he is very bored now.

The real security of the White House relies on the Secret Service. As for the police patrolling the perimeter, they are not so much responsible for security as they are to set an example for the people of the country and the world.

A policeman on a bicycle slowly passed by the roadside. He was wearing a helmet. From time to time, his eyes were on the runners on the outside wall of the White House and the homeless people begging. He stood on the side of the street holding up a Environmentalists and anti-nuclear war activists demonstrating with signs.

Diamandi focused his SLR camera on these demonstrators. Some of them have been reported several times in the news. They insist on demonstrating outside the White House every day for many years. Their perseverance is admirable. Of course, this This spirit probably makes the black president in the White House feel uncomfortable every time he comes out.

After taking photos for more than half an hour, I briefly browsed through the content I saved and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. Diamandi felt that it was almost time to end the work, put the SLR away, and packed it up. Take your own backpack and prepare to leave.

"boom……"

Suddenly, a sound like muffled thunder made Diamandi stop. He raised his head in confusion and looked at the gloomy sky. Why was there thunder?

Although it is a cloudy day today, the weather forecast does not say there will be thunder or rain.

Maybe I shouldn't trust the damn weather forecast so much.

He inadvertently looked back at the White House again...

"Boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly broke out!

Diamandi didn't react at all, and the huge waves of earth were branded on his retinas like a tsunami and spread out like a tsunami. The iron fence almost immediately shook open. The rumble spread to the street as the shock wave spread, knocking several people away. A policeman patrolling the fence.

In an instant, the people on the street also didn't realize what happened. They only felt the ground bumping and undulating, as if they were standing unsteadily as if an earthquake had occurred, and the deafening explosion made people doubt whether it was a bomb. Landed in the White House?

Shocked, horrified screams erupted on the streets, and people ran away in fear. The environmentalists who were demonstrating just now dropped their signs and ran with the crowd in panic.

The tinnitus continued. Diamandi lay on the ground and raised his head blankly. He found that the police officers from the Washington, DC Police Department patrolling the surrounding area were also lying on the ground, with expressions of confusion on their faces that were not much better than his.

What's going on here?

There was a big hole in the iron fence of the White House. Looking across the street where he was, he could clearly see... a large hole seven or eight meters in diameter appeared on the lawn, with burnt marks all around. There was thick smoke.

Was this really a missile attack?

Diamandi took a deep breath first, then hurriedly picked up the SLR on the ground and pointed it at the lawn inside the White House.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

The White House sirens rang wildly, and the mobile sentry on the lawn, holding an Austrian Glock 17, quickly ran towards the pothole.

people?

Is that a human figure?

Diamandi ignored the panicked fleeing people around him and instead kept taking photos with his SLR. He immediately discovered that a man in a black trench coat slowly walked out of the large pothole.

How could anyone be included?

Diamandi's curiosity reached its peak. He knew very well that if this incident could be completely filmed, it would become big news that would shock the world in the next week.

And he will become completely famous!

The Secret Service under the U.S. Department of Homeland Security is responsible for the daily protection of the inner and core circles of the White House. The number of Secret Service personnel stationed at the White House is close to more than 300. In addition to the guards, patrol posts, and snipers responsible for the security inside and outside the official residence, there are also There are plainclothes men in dark suits responsible for the president's security.

The sudden explosion filled the sky, not only disturbing pedestrians on the surrounding streets, but also triggering a first-level alarm inside the White House. First, mobile sentries around the lawn rushed to the lawn with guns drawn, trying to see what accident happened. .

So... among the seven or eight mobile sentry guards who rushed over, the first thing they spotted was a man? Stepping out of the blasted hole, several people suspected that they were dazzled.

In fact, they were not dazzled. There was indeed such a man in a black trench coat walking out.

"Get down! Get down now!"

The leading guard yelled and aimed the Glock 17 at the man's chest.

In a situation where seven or eight people are aiming their guns, no one has a chance to resist, especially if there is a slight movement or hesitation, these guards will definitely pull the trigger in their hands without hesitation.

But...the guards' eyes were dazzled. The man they had surrounded suddenly disappeared.

Where are people?

The guards were startled. Some turned their heads and looked around, and immediately spotted the man again.

"He's behind, behind!"

"Oh, fu`ck!"

The man who was clearly surrounded by them actually appeared outside the lawn at this moment, more than twenty meters away from them!

How did he do it?

There was no time to think. The gate guards and surrounding security guards also noticed the situation here. Other Secret Service agents also noticed the man. In particular, the guards at the main entrance of the White House all held German-made MP5 submachine guns and FNP90 submachine guns. , as soon as this strange man appeared here, more than 20 guards pointed their guns at him.

"Get down, get down now!"

Guards holding MP5 submachine guns rushed forward and surrounded the man, but they always kept a distance of about five meters and did not get too close to the man, because no one could be sure whether the man was carrying a deadly bomb.

…

In the President's Office, Mike Banning heard the notification in front of the main entrance in his headset. He nodded and walked towards President Barack, who was surrounded.

"Mr. President, we have only found a stranger appearing at the main entrance. I have put all members of the Secret Service on alert, but for the sake of safety, I hope you will rush to the underground bunker command center immediately."

Of course, the intrusion of a stranger cannot make the entire White House nervous. After all, many people have climbed over the iron railings and broke into the White House in the past years. They already have a lot of experience in facing such situations.

This time, however, it was decidedly different.

The sudden explosion outside even shook the president's office. Such a terrible explosion represented a different meaning than before. The president must immediately enter the underground bunker command center.

"no problem."

Barack trusted the agent responsible for his own safety.

"Gerald, you are responsible for escorting the president into the underground bunker. I will go take a look outside."

The entire White House was on alert, and all important senior White House officials began to evacuate safely with the president, while Banning ran and squeezed through the crowd to the main entrance.

"Swish..."

The armed White House guards and the plainclothes agents in dark suits came to the door in unison, and Banning happened to see the man surrounded by the guards in the center.

"The snipers are already in position and can kill the target at any time."

Another voice came from the headset.

Banning whispered: "Okay, don't move yet, just obey my orders."

Now there are more than 20 people. With the arrival of a large number of guards, the number of guards and agents surrounding the man has exceeded 50, not to mention the snipers targeting the area.

"Asian?"

When he saw the face of the man surrounded in the center, Banning's pupils shrank, and various thoughts appeared in his mind.

Could it be someone from ***?

No, we cannot judge that. Terrorist organizations around the world have people with Asian faces participating in them.

"Why doesn't he get down?"

Looking at the guard next to him, Banning turned around and asked.

"I've called it a few times but he doesn't respond... maybe he doesn't understand English?"

"Send someone up to subdue him. There should be no bombs on him."

Banning took a closer look and judged that there was no bomb bound to this man.

"Snapped!"

"Huh?"

As soon as Banning finished speaking, he saw a dozen guards surrounding the man, who seemed to be slammed by an invisible force and thrown away like a ball.

(To be continued ~^~)