I Have A Super USB Drive

At Los Angeles International Airport, a large number of passengers came out of a plane flying from Namibia.

After passing the immigration check, some of these passengers left the airport directly, and some seemed to be waiting for their companions. These people talked and laughed, and the atmosphere at the airport was as normal as usual.

The immigration prosecutor Johnny stood at his post, tirelessly searching everyone's body, pockets, cuffs and luggage, which was also his daily job.

But for some reason, when he was body-searching a strong man with a height of 1.8 meters, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

He didn't know what kind of feeling it was, so he subconsciously stared at the other person's cheek for a few seconds, only to see a pool of stagnant water on the other person's face, as if nothing in the world could cause him a slight fluctuation.

The person in front of him exuded a lifeless aura, which even gave Johnny the illusion that he was not alive.

For this reason, Johnny was secretly vigilant, there would not be any plots like vicious gangsters trying to get through the border, and then holding the inspector hostage after being found out.

But luckily, in the end he found nothing on the opponent. Obviously, although the opponent has a Sima face, he is a very good citizen.

So, he let the other party go.

But soon, Johnny encountered another lifeless passenger.

Johnny felt a little strange in his heart. This person had a very similar temperament to the previous passenger. If it wasn't for the fact that one of them was black and the other white, he would even have thought they were brothers.

"Maybe it's because I've been too tired recently, and I've had an illusion..."

Johnny murmured in a low voice, and then stopped thinking about it.

But what he didn't know was that at the checkpoint next door, his colleague had the same idea as him.

There were a total of ten of these lifeless passengers. They mixed with the thousands of people entering Los Angeles, and finally integrated into the city...

...

"That's how it happened."

In the meeting room of the Los Angeles branch of the Federal Investigation Agency, a dozen high-level executives are sitting in the meeting room,

Listening to a bald old man explain, "Our team was attacked unexpectedly. The disappearance of the statue is a trivial matter, but the significance of the attack on the FBI, I don't think you can't understand it?"

"Could it be that the other party is a secret army from Zhongzhou District? Or is it from Beihai Continent?" someone asked.

"This is beyond what we can guess, but the answer is obvious. This is an extremely strict organization, and the other party even suspects that there will always be individual optical cloaking devices..."

"Has the information been reported?" someone asked.

"No, the communication systems in the entire North American region have been attacked by hackers. I even think that this kind of attack may also come from this organization..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Everyone shouted loudly.

However, at this moment, the door of the conference room suddenly creaked and slowly opened...

Everyone heard the voice and subconsciously turned their heads to look, but they saw nothing.

"Wind?"

The old man in the lead showed doubts, and then seemed to think of something, and suddenly his expression changed, "Be careful..."

Before finishing speaking, the door of the conference room closed quickly again with a bang, and the solid sound insulation material completely isolated the screams and cries for help in the conference room...

...

"Wow!"

Jarason opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed.

His eyes were confused for a while, and it took a few seconds for him to gradually come back to his senses.

"Huh, so it was a dream?"

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he realized that he had just had an extremely terrifying nightmare.

At this time, Jarason was lying on a hospital bed. Because his colleague had been shot before, he did not leave the hospital, but stayed by his colleague's bed for a whole day.

Gerason looked at his phone, only to realize that it was late at night again, the whole room was dark, and in front of the bed was a colleague who had already fallen asleep after the operation.

Even Jarason's screams hadn't woken him up.

"call!"

Gerason stood up slowly, and after several hours of sleep, his spirits finally improved, but his throat was hot, and he seemed to have some symptoms of a cold.

So, he picked up the water glass on the bedside table, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down.

After drinking, Jarason tried to call home again, but the phone was still busy.

"In the end what happened?"

Jarason frowned. He had never encountered such a situation. At first, he thought it was just a communication interruption in his own area, but later discovered that it seemed that the entire Los Angeles had been affected by this situation.

The news from the government is that the communication network in Los Angeles has been attacked by some kind of virus, and even the communication satellite has fallen.

This is really a leaky house, windy and rainy...

Reluctantly hung up the phone, Jarason subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes, took one out of it and put it in his mouth. Just about to light it, he suddenly realized that this was a ward, so he got up and walked to the corridor.

It was already early in the morning, and the corridor was extremely quiet, with only rows of bright lights extending to the depths of the corridor, and the rows of wards on both sides of the corridor were like big black mouths that seemed to want to devour the corridor. everything……

For some reason, Jarason suddenly felt a depressed mood.

Shaking his head, Jarason walked to the window at the end of the corridor, silently lit a cigarette, and then took a deep breath with all his strength.

Immediately, a small half of the cigarette butt on his mouth burned directly, emitting a fierce flame.

call!

As he exhaled again, a thick puff of smoke spewed out, which also slightly relieved the depression in Jarason's heart.

But at this moment, Gerason suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps behind him.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs at the end of the corridor. Originally, there would be no sound of footsteps coming from such a long distance, but the exaggerated silence in the middle of the night amplified the sound infinitely, so Jarason heard the extremely calm the sound of.

There's something wrong with the footsteps...

Jarason turned his head slowly. As a strictly trained investigator, he could of course distinguish the difference between the footsteps of ordinary people and the footsteps of special people.

There seems to be little difference between the footsteps of ordinary people and the footsteps of specially trained personnel, but the footsteps of specially trained personnel will be calmer than ordinary people.

The calmness here means that the time interval between the footsteps is more uniform, and the size of the footsteps is also more consistent, which is a more coordinated expression of the use of the body.

Could it be that the visitor is a special forces veteran like himself?

As one of the elites in the Cobra Special Forces, although Jarason has been retired for many years, he still maintains an extremely self-disciplined schedule, and even controls his body perfectly. The only shortcoming is that he is no longer at his peak.

However, his experience is still there, and at this moment, he heard a special feeling from the precise and dull footsteps.

It was an ominous feeling...