I'm a spy in the film

In the bunker 300 meters underground of the White House,

The gang leader in a white shirt and black vest held the railing and sneered at US President Benjamin: "It took your troops 15 minutes to get here, but my people only took 13 minutes to occupy this place, hehe."

After saying that, he ignored the American executives tied side by side on the railing, and walked straight to the long-haired Asian woman who had been busy at the computer, and asked, "How can I recover?"

"No, Mr. Jiang, the person who shuts down the White House surveillance footage has a very high authority. I can't do it."

"Go back online and find the surveillance storage backup!" After saying that, he instructed his men behind him, "Let everyone rest for a while. Start searching the building at nine o'clock. Watch out for a little white boy. If there is, catch him!"

At this time, in the monitoring room on the first floor of the White House, Banning, who had just turned off all the monitoring equipment, breathed a sigh of relief and silently thanked his old friend Ms. Jacobs for giving him this high level of authority reserved for the Secret Service. He then pulled off the main cable of the monitoring room, completely cutting off the hope of restarting the monitoring in a short time.

Then he quietly sneaked towards his ideal hiding place - the President's office, and searched the corpses in the corridor for weapons and ammunition and checked if there were any injured colleagues.

But unfortunately, after he escaped into the White House with the help of Bourne and found a place to hide, the gangsters who followed him shot everyone on the ground crazily, even their own people wearing masks.

Perhaps due to time constraints and shortage of manpower, the criminals did not search the body, which gave Banning a chance to catch his breath and replenish his ammunition. However, as time goes by, a major search of the White House is inevitable. Banning must contact Jacobs as soon as possible. He doesn't know how long he can hold on!

……

9:30 pm, Pentagon, crisis center.

House Speaker Trump Bull sat at the head of the conference table, listening to reports from the heads of various departments on the scene.

Just a few minutes ago, he had just arrived here when he received a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue - "The White House has fallen, and the president, vice president, secretary of state, secretary of defense and other senior officials have all been arrested. Their lives or deaths are unknown. Now Trump Bull will take over the post of acting president!"

Is there anything more ridiculous than this?

All the heads of the world's most powerful countries were captured in the presidential palace in their own country's capital!

The United States has lost face in the Pacific Ocean!

Bull's face was a little hot, but fortunately he was black and no one could see it.

"Sir, North H denies the attack!" Deputy Director of the National Security Bureau Raymond Luo spoke first.

"We have taken control of the area around the White House and cleared a ten-block radius!" Chief of Staff General Craig.

"Sir, they killed the President of Country H." Secret Service Director Jacobs.

Just as everyone was gathering the intelligence, Raymond Lowe, deputy director of the National Security Agency, suddenly changed his expression. He looked at the small note in his hand and said in surprise, "There is an internal communication request from the White House. It has been tracked and confirmed to be the president's satellite phone!"

"Take it over!"

Speaker Burr asked in a voice full of expectation: "Mr. President?"

"Not really."

"Please identify yourself."

"Team Four."

Bull looked at Jacobs in surprise. The fourth echelon referred to the Secret Service Presidential Guard.

Jacobs naturally took over the conversation and asked, "Code name."

"OZ309."

"Oh my God, it's Banning, where are you?" Jacobs covered his mouth in disbelief and asked quickly.

"Oval Office, is the President in the bunker?"

Just as Jacobs was about to answer, the intercom was pressed by Raymond Lowe, deputy director of the National Security Agency.

"You're crazy! Mr. Speaker, he killed the First Lady and was kicked out of the Guard months ago!"

"Banning is a former member of the special forces. He will complete the mission even at the risk of his life. I know him!" Jacobs could only simply explain to House Speaker Burr and guarantee it with his own life.

In her heart, she regarded Banning as her life-saving straw. She knew the fighting ability and the decisive character of this old subordinate. If anyone could successfully turn the tables in such adversity, it would be Banning.

"Banning, you must bring some good news. I've placed all my hopes on you!"

Bull, who was sitting in the main seat, couldn't hear the Secret Service director's thoughts, but he looked around and asked, "Is there anyone else here who can provide information from the White House?"

"Then we have no choice! Listen!"

At his signal, Jacobs continued the call with Banning: "Yes, the president is being held hostage in the bunker."

"Any good news? Who's in charge now?"

"I, Bull. Are there any other companions who survived?"

"No, sir. They came in and shot the body again. Now they are searching the entire building. The corridor is full of their men.

The firepower is strong, with a full range of light and heavy firepower, as well as RPGs. The doors and windows are all covered with C4 booby traps, and I don't know if there are any other arrangements. Anyone or any unit entering will attract attention.

They shut down the power, cut off the ventilation, and I shut down the monitoring equipment an hour ago. I don’t know if they can restore it.”

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Banning asked again: "Where is Connor? Why are the enemies searching for him, a little kid? They have a photo of this kid!"

"Well, give me your orders, ma'am!"

"Okay, wait a moment, Banning, I'll give you orders!" Jacobs quickly cut off the call with Banning because the terrorists in the bunker sent another video communication request.

"Mr. Speaker!" It was still the expressionless Asian man.

"What do you want?" Bull looked at the other party, guessing his identity.

"Recall the fleet in the Sea of ​​Japan and pull back the soldiers in the demilitarized zone. If you don't do it, or if you take any action to seize the White House, I will execute your officials one by one, and your hands will be stained with their blood. Dawn is the deadline. I suggest you hurry!"

After the call, there was a brief silence in the meeting hall, and then it was like an explosion. Everyone was dismissive of the terrorists' demands, but they had to consider the safety of the president and others in the bunker. Finally, the pressure fell on Speaker Bull.

Just when Bull hadn't made up his mind, an unexpected piece of bad news came:

"News came from both the Air Defense Command and the Department of Homeland Security that someone entered the Cerberus code!"

"My God!"

Bull sat back heavily in his chair. On both sides of him, General Craig, Lynne Jacobs, and Raymond Lowe, who had the authority to know the meaning of the code, all had expressions of shock on their faces. This problem was even more despairing than the kidnapping of the president and other high-ranking officials!

……

"Jacobs, I caught one of the other men alive and found this behind his ear. I uploaded the picture to you. Can you see anything?"

In an office in the White House, Banning pinned down an immobilized gangster with his knee, and shone the light of his cell phone at the man's ear.

"I can't see clearly, but we have sent it to the CIA. They should be able to find relevant information there."

"Well, these guys are well-trained and well-organized. I almost..."

Banning suddenly stopped moving because he heard dense footsteps in the corridor. At least five people were coming towards the room where he was.

"Oops, a tail bit me, I'll contact you later!"

After saying that, Banning hung up the phone, fumbled on the wall for a while, found a bulge and pressed it, and a secret door appeared, leading directly to the next room.

A big part of the reason why he chose this office was because of this secret door. As far as he knew, there was another such office on the second floor.

Just as he restored the secret door to its original state, three gun barrels were pointed at the back of his head.

“???? ???! (Don’t move)”