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Soon, three days passed.

On the night of the operation, Washington, D.C. was hit by lightning, thunder and heavy rain.

On the top floor of Walter Reed Hospital, outside the "Eagle's Nest" ward, two Marine guards stood bored in the corridor.

Due to the weather, tonight's visitors had already left, and the entire floor was eerily quiet.

Just then, a doctor in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses came towards them pushing a medical cart.

"Good evening, doctor," one of the guards greeted him as a matter of routine.

"Good evening, soldier," the doctor smiled and nodded, his voice gentle and polite. "I'm here to check Mr. President's vital signs for the night."

This doctor is disguised as "Chameleon".

Over the past few days, he has perfectly imitated the words and deeds of a senior cardiologist in the hospital, even the slight limp when he walks is imitated vividly.

He passed the first two identity verifications smoothly.

When the guard was about to conduct the third fingerprint verification, the "Chameleon"'s face suddenly changed, and he covered his chest and coughed violently. The cup of coffee in his hand accidentally "dropped" and spilled on the fingerprint reader.

"Oh, damn! I'm so sorry!"

He apologized and frantically wiped the equipment with a tissue.

In this brief moment of confusion, a miniature electromagnetic pulse device hidden in his cuff instantly burned out the internal circuit of the fingerprint reader.

"The equipment seems to be malfunctioning," the guard frowned and tried to restart it several times, but failed. "Never mind, doctor, we know you. Please go in, but please be quick."

"Chameleon" smiled and thanked him, then pushed the medical cart into the inner corridor of "Eagle's Nest".

An inconspicuous metal box on his cart is actually the signal transmitter that "Key" uses to paralyze the entire security system.

He successfully sent the "Trojan Horse" into the heavily guarded city.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, three carefully planned "accidents" happened almost simultaneously.

A bank alarm went off, a fierce gunfight broke out in a gang-infested neighborhood, and a small explosion occurred at an electrical substation in the city center.

A large number of police cars and fire trucks rushed in three different directions, and the entire city's emergency system fell into brief chaos.

Perseus glanced at his watch and saw that the time had come.

"The operation begins." He gave brief orders to all action teams through the encrypted channel.

Almost instantly, all the surveillance screens in the Eagle's Nest ward on the top floor of Walter Reed Hospital suddenly went black, turning into a snowy speck. The infrared sensors and alarm systems also failed simultaneously.

"What's going on?!" the security guard in the monitoring room exclaimed, "The system has been hacked!"

But it's too late.

"Bear" and "Wolf" were like two agile cheetahs, using ropes to silently slide down from the roof of the hospital to the balcony of the "Eagle's Nest" ward.

Using special tools, they opened the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony in seconds and sneaked into the president's ward.

In the ward, President Howell lay quietly on the bed, connected to various life support devices.

Two Secret Service agents stood guard by the bed, looking alert.

"Bear" and "Wolf" moved as fast as lightning. They rushed in from different angles at the same time and shot the two agents in the head with silenced pistols before they could react.

There were no gunshots, no shouting, everything happened in silence.

Almost at the same time, another group of people led by Perseus had dealt with the guards in the corridor.

Instead of killing anyone, they used a specially formulated nerve gas spray that put the guards into a deep coma within seconds.

Perseus quickly entered the ward and joined the "bear" and the "wolf".

"Scalpel, get ready to receive." Perseus said into the micro-microphone.

"Bear" and "Wolf" carefully disconnected the various tubes from President Howell's body and then transferred him to a special stretcher.

The stretcher is equipped with a portable life support system to ensure the president's life safety during the transfer.

The whole process was smooth and coordinated, and took less than three minutes.

They carried the stretcher and quickly left the ward, taking a staff elevator controlled by a "key" in advance, and went directly to the hospital's underground parking lot. There, an ordinary-looking hospital ambulance had been waiting for a long time.

The driver is the "scalpel" disguised as a doctor.

Just as they were loading the president into the ambulance and preparing to leave, the accident happened.

A hospital security guard who happened to be passing by noticed the unlicensed ambulance and the nervous expressions of the people in it.

He walked forward cautiously and drew the pistol from his waist.

"Stop! Which department are you from?!" the security guard shouted.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of "Wolf", and the silenced pistol in his hand was pointed at the security guard.

But Perseus immediately held his hand down and shook his head.

Their principle is to try not to cause unnecessary casualties so as not to leave more clues.

Perseus quickly stepped out of the car, an anxious yet professional expression on his face.

"We are the FBI emergency medical team! The President's condition has suddenly worsened and he needs to be immediately transferred to another secret medical location with special equipment!"

"This is top secret, please get out of the way immediately!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a forged FBI ID from his pocket that was so realistic it looked fake.

The security guard took the ID skeptically, but just as he lowered his head to check, Perseus moved.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and he slashed the security guard's neck with a precise knife.

The security guard groaned, fell down limply and fell into a coma.

"Drive!" Perseus jumped into the ambulance and shouted to Scalpel.

The ambulance roared out of the parking lot and merged into the chaotic traffic in the heavy rain.

The fifteen-minute golden window is about to end.

The hospital's security system may return to normal at any time, and reinforcements from the Secret Service are on the way.

They must reach the designated evacuation point before being discovered.

The "guide" sat in the passenger seat, holding a special tablet computer in his hand, which displayed the city's real-time traffic conditions and a map of the underground pipeline network.

"Turn right at the next intersection and enter Fourth Avenue. There is an abandoned subway maintenance entrance there." He directed calmly.

The ambulance sped through the heavy rain, its wipers waving frantically but unable to clear the rain from the windshield.

The city's neon lights became blurred and hazy in the rain, as if foreshadowing the chaotic future that the country was about to fall into.

They successfully found the hidden entrance.

The entrance is blocked by a huge billboard, which ordinary people will not notice at all.

The action team quickly got out of the car, opened the heavy manhole cover, and carefully carried the president on a stretcher into the darkness underground.

When they all went underground and closed the manhole cover again, they heard the shrill sound of sirens in the distance on the ground.

They were only one step away from being blocked.

The underground world is damp and dark, and the air is filled with a musty smell.

The action team turned on the tactical flashlights above their heads, and the beam of light broke the silence in the darkness, illuminating the bottomless tunnel ahead.

"Follow me and don't fall behind." The "guide" walked in front, holding a tablet in his hand, checking the complicated route.

They walked through the maze-like underground tunnels for more than an hour.

Overhead, the entire Washington, D.C., was in a state of turmoil.

The news of the president's disappearance spread like a plague. All personnel from the FBI, CIA, and National Guard were mobilized to conduct a carpet search in every corner of the city.

But they would never have imagined that their target was now quietly moving away in the dark world beneath their feet.

Finally, the "guide" stopped.

"We're here." He pointed to an upward iron ladder in front of him.

Climbing up the iron ladder, they arrived at an abandoned factory warehouse.

Outside the warehouse, the rainstorm had subsided, but the sky was still thick with dark clouds. A black, unmarked medical helicopter sat quietly in the open space in front of the warehouse, its propeller spinning at a slow speed.

The operation team quickly transferred the president to the helicopter.

Perseus looked back at the brightly lit and sirens-sounding Washington D.C. behind him, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Goodbye, Eagle-chan," he whispered, "The next time we meet, you won't be the same person you are now."

The helicopter slowly took off, blended into the dark night, and flew towards the north.

There, a bigger and crazier plan is waiting for its protagonist - the "resurrected" American president.

Operation Prometheus was a success.