At Los Angeles International Airport, a large group of passengers disembarked from a plane flying from Namibia.
After these passengers passed through immigration inspection, some left the airport directly while others seemed to be waiting for their companions. These people chatted and laughed. The atmosphere in the airport was as normal as usual.
Immigration Inspector Johnny stood at his post and tirelessly searched everyone's body, pockets, cuffs, and luggage. This was his daily job.
However, for some reason, when he was searching a brawny man who was 1.8 meters tall, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He did not know what kind of feeling this was. Because of this, he subconsciously stared at the man's cheek for a few seconds, but saw that the man's face was like a pool of stagnant water. It seemed that nothing in the world could cause a ripple in him.
The man in front of him exuded a lifeless aura, even giving Johnny the illusion that he was not a living person.
Because of this, Johnny secretly became vigilant. There had been similar cases of vicious criminals trying to bluff their way through, then being seen through and kidnapping the inspector.
Still, fortunately, in the end, he did not find anything on the man. Although the man had a Sima face, he was a good citizen.
Therefore, he let the man go.
However, soon, Johnny encountered another lifeless passenger.
Johnny felt a little strange. This person's temperament was very similar to that of the previous passenger. If not for the fact that one of them was black and the other was white, he would even think that they were brothers.
"Maybe I've been too tired recently and I'm having an illusion..."
Johnny muttered in a low voice and then stopped thinking about it.
However, what he did not know was that at the inspection point next door, his colleagues had the same thought at this time.
There were a total of ten of these lifeless passengers. They mixed in with the tens of thousands of people entering Los Angeles and finally completely integrated into the city...
...
"That's what happened."
In the conference room of the Los Angeles branch of the FBI, more than a dozen senior officials sat in the conference room, listening to a bald old man explain, "Our team was unexpectedly attacked. The disappearance of the statue is a small matter, but I'm sure everyone understands the significance of the attack on the FBI, right?"
"Is the other party a secret force from Mainland China? Or is it from the North Sea Continent? "someone asked.
"That's not something we can guess, but the answer is obvious. This is an extremely secretive organization, and the other party is suspected to always have a single optical cloaking device …"
"Has the information been reported?" someone asked.
"No, the entire communication system in Northern America has been attacked by hackers. I even think that this attack is likely to come from this organization..."
"Are you kidding me?"
The crowd began to shout loudly.
However, at this moment, the door of the conference room suddenly creaked open …
Everyone heard the sound and subconsciously turned their heads to look, but they saw nothing.
"Wind?"
The old man in the lead revealed a puzzled look. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and his expression suddenly changed. "Be careful …"
Before he could finish speaking, the door of the conference room was quickly shut with a bang. The solid soundproof material completely isolated the screams and cries for help in the conference room …
…
"Wow!"
Geraldson opened his eyes abruptly and sat up in bed.
His eyes were in a daze for a few seconds before he came back to his senses.
"Phew, so it was a dream?"
After wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he realized that he had just had an extremely terrifying nightmare.
At this time, Geraldson was lying on a hospital bed. Due to his colleague's previous gunshot wound, he did not leave the hospital but stayed by his colleague's bedside for the entire day.
Geraldson looked at his phone and realized that it was late at night again. The entire room was pitch-black, and in front of the bed was his colleague who had just finished his surgery and was already fast asleep.
Even Geraldson's screams just now did not wake him up.
"Phew!"
Geraldson stood up slowly. After a few hours of sleep, his spirit was finally better, but his throat was burning and he seemed to have some symptoms of a cold.
Therefore, he picked up the glass of water on the bedside table, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down.
After drinking, Geraldson tried to call home again, but the line was still busy.
"What the hell happened?"
Geraldson frowned. He had never encountered such a situation. At first, he thought that it was only the communication in his area that was disrupted, but later he realized that the entire Los Angeles had suffered the same situation.
The news from the government was that the communication network in Los Angeles had been attacked by some kind of virus, and even the communication satellites had fallen.
This was truly a case of when things go awry, the winds go awry...
After hanging up the phone helplessly, Geraldson subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, he suddenly realized that he was in a ward, so he got up and went to the corridor.
It was already in the wee hours of the morning. The corridor was extremely quiet, with only rows of bright lights extending into the depths of the corridor. The rows of wards on both sides of the corridor were like large, dark mouths that seemed to want to devour everything in the corridor...
For some reason, Geraldson was suddenly overcome with repressed emotions.
Shaking his head, Geraldson walked to the window at the end of the corridor, silently lit his cigarette, and took a deep breath with all his might.
At once, half of the cigarette butt in his mouth burned, emitting a fierce flame.
"Phew!"
As he exhaled again, a thick puff of smoke was puffed out, which slightly eased the depression in Geraldson's heart.
However, at this moment, Geraldson suddenly heard faint footsteps coming from behind him.
The footsteps came from the stairway at the end of the corridor. Normally, footsteps would not be heard from such a distance, but the exaggerated silence of the night magnified the sound infinitely, so Geraldson heard an incomparably steady sound.
There was something wrong with these footsteps...
Geraldson slowly turned around. As a rigorously trained investigator, of course, he could distinguish the difference between the footsteps of ordinary people and the footsteps of special people.
The footsteps of ordinary people and those of specially trained personnel might not seem to be much different, but the footsteps of specially trained personnel would be more steady than ordinary people.
This "steady" referred to the fact that the interval between footsteps was more uniform, and the volume of footsteps was more coordinated. This was a performance of more coordinated use of the body.
Could it be that the newcomer was a retired special forces soldier like him?
As one of the elites of the Cobra Special Forces, although Geraldson had been retired for many years, he still maintained an extremely disciplined routine. Even his figure was perfectly controlled. The only flaw was that he was no longer at his peak.
However, he still had his experience. At this time, he sensed a special feeling from the precise and dull footsteps.
It was an ominous premonition...
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