Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

He made an immediate decision and stopped trying to dodge.

He controlled the spider robot and rushed to the target location at the fastest speed.

Two patrolmen armed with shotguns have appeared at the other end of the ventilation duct, shining high-intensity flashlights inside.

"Right there! Fire!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The shotgun sprayed deadly steel balls, which whizzed through the narrow pipe.

The spider robot was hit by several steel balls and its shell broke instantly, but it still crawled forward tenaciously.

At the last second before being completely destroyed, it successfully reached the target location and firmly attached the small jammer to the main data cable.

Mason immediately pressed the activation button on the tactical computer.

The security system of the entire nuclear power plant fell into chaos in an instant.

The surveillance screen turned into snowflakes, the alarm made a discordant, shrill sound, and then completely lost its sound.

The electronic door lock made a garbled sound and opened and closed automatically.

"We're out of control! Our system has been hacked by a virus!"

The security center was in chaos.

Mason knew he had bought himself a few precious minutes.

Without hesitation, he rushed out of the maintenance room and headed towards the No. 1 reactor building.

The corridors were filled with patrol teams that had rushed over after hearing the news.

Mason is like a ghost dancing on the edge of a knife, using the chaotic situation and his memory of the building structure to move through shadows and corners.

He clung to the wall, dodging an oncoming patrol.

When turning a corner, he bumped into a lone militiaman.

The militiaman was obviously frightened by the "clay man" that exuded a foul smell and subconsciously raised his gun.

But Mason's reaction was faster. With a precise fighting move, he instantly snatched the opponent's gun and hit the opponent's throat with his other elbow.

The militiaman groaned and fell down softly without making a sound.

Mason didn't stop. He changed into the militiaman's clothes and equipment, smeared his face with mud to make it even more difficult to recognize, and then swaggered into a group of reinforcements running towards the security center.

"Hey! You! Which unit are you from? Why are you in such a mess?"

A team leader noticed him and asked loudly.

"Report to the commander! They're coming out of the drainage canal in Area B! It looks like there's an enemy breakthrough point there!"

Mason lowered his voice and replied in a true Pennsylvania accent.

"Damn it! Follow me! Go plug that gap!"

The team leader did not suspect anything and led the team in the direction Mason came from.

Mason successfully escaped.

He broke away from the group and quickly turned into the passage leading to the reactor building.

This is the core area of ​​the nuclear power plant, with a higher security level.

A heavy explosion-proof door that required both iris and password verification blocked his way.

This time, he didn't force his way in.

He hid in the dark, waiting quietly.

A few minutes later, a senior engineer came here in a hurry with two guards.

Just as the engineer aligned his eyes with the iris scanner and prepared to open the door, Mason emerged from the shadows like a ghost.

The silenced pistol in his hand emitted a few faint "puff" sounds.

The two guards fell to the ground.

The engineer was strangled by Mason's arm, and the pistol in his other hand was pressed coldly against his temple.

"Open the door." Mason's voice was emotionless.

The engineer was terrified and trembling all over, but he still entered the password with trembling hands.

The heavy explosion-proof door slowly opened.

Mason knocked the engineer unconscious, dragged him aside, and then slipped into the reactor building.

The huge factory building, which resembles a church dome, is filled with the low roar of running equipment.

The towering reactor pressure vessel stands in the center of the plant like a silent god, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Pipes of various colors and thicknesses, like the blood vessels of a giant beast, are densely packed on the walls and ceiling, connecting the entire factory into a complex and sophisticated whole.

Sweat broke out on Mason's forehead.

He knew that this was the most dangerous place in the entire nuclear power plant.

Any wrong move may lead to disastrous consequences.

He followed the route shown by General "Ghost" in the briefing, carefully bypassing various high-pressure and high-temperature equipment and moving towards the location of the secondary cooling pump of the No. 1 reactor.

This is one of the most vulnerable points in the entire cooling system.

If just a few key valves here are blown up, the coolant circulation will be interrupted, eventually causing a core meltdown.

He quickly found his target.

It was a system consisting of several huge pumps and intricate pipes.

He took out a piece of C4 explosive from the briefcase, molded it into a suitable shape, and carefully placed it on the connecting flange of the main circulation pump.

Then he connected the fuse and set a 30-minute countdown.

Just as he was about to go to Reactor No. 2 to place the second bomb.

A slight, almost imperceptible sound of metallic friction suddenly came from above his head.

Mason's pupils shrank suddenly! Without a second thought, he rolled on the spot and hid behind a huge pump.

Almost at the same moment, several silent bullets grazed the spot where he had just been, embedded deeply into the ground, and splashed a few sparks!

There is an ambush!

Mason's heart sank instantly.

He immediately realized that the Long people, or rather, the Pennsylvania side, had long anticipated that they might destroy the nuclear power plant!

This is probably a trap carefully prepared for him!

He stuck to the back of the pump, not daring to breathe.

He didn't know how many people were on the other side, nor where they were hiding. The entire factory was dead silent except for the roar of the equipment.

This unknown feeling of being targeted by a hunter made him feel a long-lost fear.

He quietly took out a small tactical reflector from his pocket, carefully extended it, and observed the surrounding situation.

On the maintenance passage above the factory building, he saw several blurry figures wearing special camouflage uniforms that almost blended in with the surrounding environment.

They were holding a peculiar-shaped rifle that he had never seen before, and were searching for his position in an extremely professional tactical posture.

Their movements and their eyes all convey a message—

They are top-notch, battle-hardened special forces!