Battlefield Contract Worker

As a well-known mercenary company in the industry, Morningstar Military Security Company will not be sloppy in its own security measures.

But in the face of loud sirens and the security system showing that multiple critical departments were armed with intrusions, everyone still had some unreal consternation. For just over a minute, in the computer of the security system, there were crazy warnings of various emergencies and the intrusion of armed elements.

As if this were not in the bustling Charles Center district of Baltimore. It was the war-torn front line, and they were facing the attack of countless troops.

Joe quickly came to the control room and shouted sharply, what's going on

Sir, the company appears to be facing a massive intrusion. The militants broke in from the main entrance and downstairs in the southwest corner, as well as from the twelfth floor in the northeast corner. Judging from the display here, there are at least seven or eight teams, and I suspect they are trying to control the entire building. The technician looked at the alarm on the computer and said solemnly.

Shit, we just came from there. There was nothing there, no armed men raided, no one invaded. How the **** did you get all this data? Joe shouted angrily.

The company's glass is equipped with sensors that set off an alarm if someone breaks in. There are also surveillance cameras downstairs and a fingerprint recognition system. Attempts to forcibly enter will also set off an alarm. Morningstar headquarters has a large amount of confidential information, so our security measures are in place. Technicians are constantly manipulating computers to switch cameras inside the company, and others find some basis.

But the strange thing is that the camera pictures that are called up are all pitch black.

The camera shows a good connection, not a hardware problem. The technician frowned.

Someone ruined the lens with spray paint. Quick, switch to another line, that person must be on this floor. Joe frowned and said, what floor is that?

The eighth floor data room. The technician's face paled.

Joe's heart also seemed to be suddenly seized. He knew that there were contracts and written reports for all the company's military operations in recent years. Once leaked, enough to cause international shock. Everything Morningstar does will be revealed to the world. Too many military operations involve shady deals and dirty conspiracies. Once exposed, the anger of those customers would be enough to drive Morningstar into the eighteenth hell.

So he slammed his fist on the table and used the quick reaction force to let everyone block the eighth floor and I wanted to capture this man alive.

Just when the elites of Morningstar's quick-response force were out, the fat fast-food restaurant owner, carrying a large travel bag, had already taken the elevator from the eighth floor to the 12th floor. Where the CEO is under house arrest.

He checked his watch in the elevator, and he knew that under normal circumstances, the security personnel of Morningstar would search the entire eighth floor within five minutes. . But this time they won't be so lucky, he has set multiple chain traps there, enough to drag them to the eighth floor.

The fat boss raised his head and looked at the camera in the elevator, smiled slightly, took out the spray paint can from his arms, and shook it. Then the camera went completely black and couldn't see anything at all.

The technician in the security control room said with a look of consternation, this is the boss who sells fried chicken legs in the fast food restaurant downstairs.

You saw that man where did he go, Joe's voice snapped.

Not sure, he destroyed the camera in the elevator. The technician stammered.

Joe's face changed greatly. It's not good that we are fooled. He is not going to the eighth floor. He is looking for the general, everyone is going to the twelfth floor

Sir, the elevator is destroyed and stuck. Heavily armed and helmeted security officers report.

Then take the stairs faster. Joe is a little impatient.

After he finished speaking, it was less than a minute before the bang, a huge explosion, and scorching flames sprayed out from the corridor.

What's going on Joe growled.

It's a directional mine. This guy had a broadsword on the stairs and the brethren we rushed in were injured and the stairs were blown up. This guy is a connoisseur. Damn, we have to figure out another way to get up. The security personnel said solemnly.

Damn Joe suddenly kicked the wastepaper basket in the corner.

Could it be the general's man? Another board member hesitated.

Not sure, but he must have gone for the general. Joe was a little helpless.

The board member's face became extremely ugly, and he suddenly slapped the table and said, it's all your fault. I disapproved of taking action on old guys from the start. That's a cunning guy who always has his own backup plan. This time we are really finished. If we cannot put him under house arrest, he will kill them all. Heck, Joe. You know what the old guy does, he never shows mercy

My God, I'm crazy to listen to your words and come against the general. Damn, now we're all dead without a burial. Another board member turned pale ~www.readwn.com~ I don't want to die.

Joe grabbed him by the chest, slammed the man against the wall, and shouted, "It's useless to say this now, the important thing is that we have no way out." Since you've all been with me against him, you should know that it's never going to end well in his hands. For now, the only way is to go all out so that he can't leave alive.

Then what do you want to do? The rest of the people looked at Qiao Dao.

He has been under house arrest by us for only an hour. He couldn't organize a large-scale manpower in such a short period of time, so the team that came to rescue him was limited to a dozen people at most. But in our hands, we have a large number of armed security guards. We haven't lost, at least not yet. Joe looked at the others.

So what do we do? These guys broke the elevator and blew up the stairs. We can't go up to the 12th floor now.

But they couldn't get down either. Joe said coldly, I have arranged for helicopters and snipers. As long as they dare to show their heads, they will be killed on the spot.

On the twelfth floor, the fat fast-food restaurant owner held a Remington shotgun in his hand. Calmly walking down the aisle on the 12th floor, he tried to stop his security guard from being shot dead by him without hesitation.

This fat man who has been selling fried chicken in the fast food restaurant downstairs for twelve years is now like an invincible god. He swaggered all the way, not even a single security guard could stop him. Of course, if these security guards do not make any offensive gestures, he will not take the initiative to hurt people. But anyone who wants to be against him will be shot down immediately.

This nimble fat man's reaction was astonishingly fast, as if he had eyes on the back of his head. The scene became a little ridiculous. These professional security guards who had been trained in special forces counter-terrorism felt as helpless as a chicken when faced with this nimble fat man.