I'm a spy in the film

This is a small office, probably a secretary-level one. The messy documents scattered on the floor show how hurriedly the owner left.

In the corridor, dull gunshots could be heard continuously, and occasionally there were sounds of grenades exploding.

It seems that this group of terrorists also knows how to make a feint to the east and attack in the west. They did not concentrate all their troops at the main entrance, but instead carried out multiple blasting and invasions. Now, it is unknown how many enemies are in the building.

In such a battlefield with bullets flying everywhere, Bourne did not dare to go "crazy". On the contrary, he slowed down his steps and explored forward cautiously, destroying countless cameras along the way.

This is because once the enemy occupies the White House, the first thing they will control will certainly be the monitoring room. At that time, your every move will surely be exposed to the enemy's sight, so it is better to take advantage of the chaos now and destroy more cameras to avoid being humiliated in the future.

Just like that, avoiding the main battlefield at the main entrance, Bourne moved slowly along the corridor on the east side. When he reached the corner staircase, a "boom" sound that was not loud but extremely unpleasant came towards him.

"Oh no, it's a stun grenade!"

Bourne quickly opened his mouth and covered his head to cover his ears.

Fortunately, this was just the aftermath. Bourne shook his head twice and became completely sober. Who was going on below? Why was the other party using a stun grenade?

Bourne leaned over and looked down secretly, only to see a white man in a black suit lying on his back with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was breathing in but not out, and four or five blood-red flowers were slowly blooming on his white shirt.

"It's him!"

The man who was shot and fell to the ground was the Secret Service man who greeted Banning in the cafe this morning. His name seemed to be Roma.

After dodging two gangsters, Bourne dragged the unconscious Roma into a small office with an open door next to the corridor and hid her behind the desk. This was completely taking advantage of the gangsters' lack of visibility under the lamp. After all, there were not many gangsters, and their most important goal at the moment was to completely occupy the White House. They prioritized searching the locked rooms rather than the small offices with open doors.

After tearing open Roma's shirt and seeing the bulletproof vest under the shirt, Bourne couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This bulletproof vest worn under a shirt can block most of the damage from pistol bullets, but it is powerless against rifle bullets and can only reduce some of the damage.

Just like now, five bullets tore through the bulletproof vest and hit Roma. The good news is that two of them were blocked by the ribs, and they were only flesh wounds, requiring simple bleeding stop; the bad news is that the remaining three hit the lower abdomen, and the bullets were completely embedded in the muscles. If the bullets were not removed quickly, Roma would either bleed to death or die of infection.

"You are doomed to meet me!"

Bourne sighed, took out a paper cutter from the drawer of his desk, disinfected it with alcohol, and began to operate on Roma. To prevent Roma from suddenly waking up and screaming, he considerately pulled a tie to tie his mouth.

……

The Pentagon, crisis center.

The conference room, which usually only had a few people on duty, was now packed with people. The highest-ranking ones included the Army Chief of Staff, General Craig, the Director of the Secret Service, Lynne Jacobs, and the Deputy Director of the National Security Agency, Raymond Lowe.

After the dedicated line connecting the White House's PEOC (Emergency Operations Center) to here was disconnected at 7 o'clock, the atmosphere in the conference room became tense.

Everyone was on edge, fearing that something might happen to the president and others in the White House bunker.

Fortunately, a few minutes ago, a Navy SEAL team consisting of ten M1117 Guard armored vehicles had arrived at the White House and surrounded it. Several sniper teams consisting of sharpshooters were deployed at nearby commanding heights to ensure that no terrorist could escape from the White House!

At this moment, the big screen in the conference room was playing live news from various TV stations in rotation, and the content was all about "Shocking: The White House was occupied by unknown persons!"

At this moment, the screen suddenly switched, and a middle-aged Asian man with fear in his eyes and a disheveled figure appeared in front of the camera. This man was the President of Country H who came for talks.

This is also the first picture that appears after the line is reconnected after being disconnected for fifteen minutes.

When he saw the President of Country H, General Craig, the Chief of the Army General Staff, was the first to stand up and ask him, "President Lee, are you safe now? Are you with the President?"

What answered him was the trembling lips and the almost crying expression of the President of Country H.

There was no response, so General Craig thought there was something wrong with the voice transmission, so he had to ask again: "Sir, can you hear me..."

"boom--"

A gunshot was heard, and a stream of blood spurted out from the head of the President of Country H, and his body slowly fell limp.

This shocking scene shocked everyone in the conference room. After all, not everyone had seen a head of state being executed in front of them!

What happened next was even more distressing.

President Benjamin Asher was escorted to the camera by a long-haired Asian man with his hands handcuffed behind his back. He only had time to say, "Don't compromise!" before he was grabbed by the neck and pulled back into the dark shadows. Another young Asian man with a dull face, as if he had undergone multiple plastic surgeries, appeared in front of everyone.

His eyes were fierce and his tone was icy: "Your president is in my hands. Now I order your troops to withdraw."

"Who are you?" General Craig asked angrily.

"I am the one who controls the White House! Order your troops to retreat!" The young man repeated his words coldly.

The meeting room fell into deathly silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on General Craig. Now he was the only one who had the authority to give orders to the troops on the front line.

Sure enough, General Craig's lips trembled a few times, and he ordered the staff behind him: "Retreat, all units, retreat!"

As if he had received a satisfactory answer, the Asian man with facial paralysis raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then turned off the video signal, and the big screen became dark again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have to admit that the White House has fallen into that person's hands. Now, we must enter Level 4 combat readiness!"

At the same time, the Navy SEALs who received the order slowly retreated outside the White House fence. Instead of withdrawing, they set up roadblocks and built bunkers at several intersections leading to the White House, completely blocking the traffic between the White House and the outside world.

At the top of the dome of the White House main building, two masked gangsters tore down the star-spangled flag riddled with bullet holes from the flagpole, crumpled it up and threw it downstairs.

The setting sun was blood-red, and the national flag, symbolizing the glory of the United States, slowly fell in the smoke at the door of the White House, where the bodies of loyal guards were lying.

The White House, the center of American political power, has fallen!

No one noticed that, taking advantage of the dim evening sky, an RQ-11 Raven unmanned reconnaissance aircraft was thrown into the air from the rooftop and quickly disappeared into the night.