I Have A Super USB Drive

At Los Angeles International Airport, a large number of passengers came out of an airplane flying from Namibia.

After these passengers went through the immigration check, some left the airport directly, and some seemed to be with them. These people talked and laughed, and the atmosphere at the airport was as normal as usual.

Immigration prosecutor Johnny stood at his post, tirelessly searching for everyone's body, pockets, cuffs, and luggage. This is also his daily job.

But for some reason, when he searched a strong man who was 1.8 meters tall, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

He didn't know what kind of feeling it was. For this reason, he subconsciously stared at the other party's cheek for a few seconds, but saw that there was a pool of stagnant water on the other party's face. It seemed that nothing in the world could make him fluctuate.

The person in front of him exudes a lifeless aura, even giving Johnny an illusion that he is not like a living person.

For this reason, Johnny is secretly vigilant, the entry and exit will not happen without a plot similar to vicious criminals trying to get through the border, and then being seen through the prosecutor.

But fortunately, in the end he didn't find anything on the opponent. Obviously, although the opponent had a Sima face, he was a big benefactor.

So, he let the opponent go over.

But soon, Johnny met another lifeless passenger.

Johnny was a little strange in his heart. The temperament of this person was very similar to that of the previous passenger. If it weren't for the two of them to be black and white, he would even think that they were brothers.

"Perhaps I have been too tired recently, and I have an illusion..."

Johnny murmured, then stopped thinking about it.

But what he didn't know was that at the checkpoint next door, his colleagues had the same thoughts as him.

There were ten of these lifeless passengers. They were mixed in the flow of thousands of people entering Los Angeles and finally integrated into the city...

...

"That's how it happened."

In the conference room of the Los Angeles branch of the FBI, a dozen senior executives sat in the conference room and listened to a bald elderly man explaining, “Our team was attacked unexpectedly. The missing statue is a trivial matter. When it comes to the meaning of the attack, I don’t think you guys can’t understand it?"

"Is the opponent a secret force in Zhongzhou District? Or is it from Beihaizhou?" someone asked.

"This is not something we can guess, but the answer is obvious. This is an extremely tight organization. The opponent even suspects that there will always be a single-soldier optical stealth device..."

"Is the information reported?" someone asked.

"No, the entire communications system in North America has been attacked by hackers. I even think that this kind of attack may also come from this organization..."

"What are you kidding?"

The crowd yelled.

However, at this moment, the door of the conference room suddenly opened slowly by itself...

Everyone heard the sound and turned their heads subconsciously, but saw nothing.

"Windy?"

The headed old man showed doubts, then seemed to think of something, suddenly his expression changed drastically, "Be careful..."

Before I finished speaking, the door of the conference room quickly closed with a bang again, and the solid sound insulation material completely isolated the screams and calls for help in the conference room...

...

"Wow!"

Jelason opened his eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed.

His eyes were confused for a while, and it took a few seconds before he gradually recovered.

"Huh, is it a dream?"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he realized that he had just had a terrifying nightmare.

At this time, Geraldson was lying in a hospital bed. Because of his colleague's previous gunshot wound, he did not leave the hospital, but accompanied his colleague's bed for a day.

Jeraldson looked at the phone and realized that it was late at night again. The whole room was dark, and in front of the bed was a colleague who had gone to sleep after the operation.

Even Jelason's screams did not wake him up.

"call!"

Jelason stood up slowly, and after a few hours of sleep, his spirit finally improved, but his throat was hot and he seemed to have some cold symptoms.

So, he picked up the water cup on the bedside table, poured himself a glass of water, and then gobbled it down.

After drinking, Geraldson tried to call home again, but the busy tone was still on the phone.

"In the end what happened?"

Jelason frowned. He had never encountered such a situation. At first, he thought it was just the communication interruption in his own area, but later discovered that it seemed that the entire Los Angeles had been in this situation.

The news from the government is that the communication network in Los Angeles has been attacked by some kind of virus, and even the communication satellite has fallen.

This is really a leaking wind and rain...

Some helplessly hung up the phone, Geraldson subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes, and took a cigarette from it. He just wanted to light it, and suddenly realized that this was a ward, so he had to get up and walked to the corridor.

It was already early in the morning, and the corridor was extremely quiet, with only rows of bright lights extending to the depths of the corridor, and rows of hospital rooms on both sides of the corridor, like large open mouths, seem to want to swallow the corridor. all……

For some reason, Geraldson suddenly felt depressed.

Shaking his head, Geraldson walked to the window at the end of the corridor, lit his cigarette silently, and took a deep breath with all his strength.

Suddenly, the cigarette butt on his mouth burned a small part directly, emitting a fierce flame.

call!

As he exhaled again, a thick smoke sprayed out, which slightly eased the depression in Jelason's heart.

But at this moment, Jelason suddenly heard a faint footstep behind him.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs at the end of the corridor. Originally, there would be no footsteps from such a long distance, but the exaggerated silence in the middle of the night amplifies the sound infinitely, so Geraldson heard the extremely calm the sound of.

There is something wrong with this footstep...

Geraldson slowly turned his head. As a rigorously trained investigator, he can certainly distinguish the footsteps of ordinary people from those of special people.

The sound of ordinary people's footsteps and those of specially trained personnel seem to be the same, but the footsteps of specially trained personnel will be more calm than ordinary people.

The calmness here means that the time interval between the sound of footsteps is more even, and the size of the sound of footsteps is more coordinated. This is a more coordinated performance of the body.

Come here, is it a special forces veteran like yourself?

As one of the elites in the Cobra Special Forces, although he has been retired for many years, Geraldson still maintains an extremely self-disciplined work and rest. Even his body is perfectly controlled. The only shortcoming is that the peak is gone.

However, his experience is still there. At this time, he heard a special feeling from the precise and dull footsteps.

It was an ominous premonition...