Chapter 241: Flexible fat man

As a well-known mercenary company in the industry, Morningstar Military Security is naturally not sloppy in the company's own security measures.
However, in the face of the loud sirens and the security system showing that multiple critical departments have been invaded by armed forces, everyone still has some unreal surprises. In just over a minute, the computers of the security system were frantically warned of various emergencies and armed men invading.
It seems that this is not in the bustling downtown Charles area of ​​Baltimore. It is the front line of war, they are facing the attack of countless troops.
Joe hurried to the control room and shouted sharply, "What is going on?"
"Sir, the company seems to be facing a large-scale invasion. The militants broke in from the main entrance, downstairs in the southwest corner, and the twelfth floor in the northeast corner. From the display here, there are at least seven or eight teams. I suspect they want to control the entire building." The technician looked at the alarm on the computer and said in a deep voice.
"Fart, we just came from there. There is no armed personnel to raided and no one intruded. How did your data come from" Joe shouted angrily.

The company’s glass is equipped with sensors that will trigger an alarm if someone breaks into the window. There are also surveillance cameras and fingerprint recognition systems downstairs. Attempts to forcibly enter will also trigger an alarm. There are a large number of confidentiality levels in the headquarters of Morningstar. Information, so our security measures are in place.
The technicians are constantly controlling the computer to switch the camera inside the company, and others find some basis.
But the weird thing is that the camera images that are brought up are all dark.
"The camera shows that the connection is good, not a hardware problem." The technician frowned.
"Someone ruined the lens with spray paint. Quickly, switch to another line. That person must be on this layer." Joe frowned, "That's the first layer."
"Eighth floor reference room." The technician said pale.
Joe's heart also seemed to be caught suddenly. He knew there were all the contracts and written reports of the company's military operations in recent years. Once leaked, it is enough to cause international shocks. Everything Morningstar does will come to light. Too many military operations involve illicit transactions and dirty conspiracies. Once exposed, the anger of those customers was enough to drive Morningstar directly into eighteen levels of hell.
So he slammed a fist on the table, "Use the rapid reaction force to block everyone on the eighth floor. I want to capture this person alive."
Just when Morningstar’s rapid response force elite was exhausted, the fat fast-food restaurant owner, carrying a large travel bag, had taken the elevator from the eighth floor to the 12th floor. Place the CEO under house arrest.
He checked his watch in the elevator. 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 already set a number of serial 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 the spray paint can from his arms and shook it. Then the camera went completely dark, and nothing was visible at all.
The technician in the security control room looked surprised and said, "This is the boss who sells fried chicken legs in the fast food restaurant downstairs."
"You saw that man where did he go" Joe shouted sharply.
"I don't know, he destroyed the camera in the elevator." The technician stammered.
Qiao's face changed drastically, "It's not good that we are fooled, he is not going to the eighth floor. He is looking for the general, and everyone goes to the twelfth floor."
"Sir, the elevator was destroyed and stuck." The helmeted security officer reported.
"Then take the stairs faster," Joe said anxiously.
After he finished saying this, less than a minute, "Boom," a huge explosion, hot flames sprayed out from the corridor.
"What's the matter" Joe roared.
"It's a directional thunder. This guy installed a broadsword on the stairs. The brothers we rushed in were injured and the stairs were blown up. This guy is an expert. Damn, we have to think of another way to get up." The security officer said solemnly.
"Damn" Joe suddenly kicked the wastebasket in the corner.
"Will it be the general's" another board member hesitated.
"I don't know, but he must have gone for the general." Joe said helplessly.
The board member's face became extremely ugly, and he suddenly patted the table and said, "It's all your fault. I didn't approve of doing things to the old guy from the beginning. It's an old cunning stuff, and he always has his own backup plan. This time we're really going to finish it. We can't put him under house arrest and he will all kill him. Hell, Joe. You know the old guy's methods, he never shows mercy."
"Oh my God, I'm really crazy. I listened to your words and came to oppose the general. Damn, we are all dead now." Another board member said with a pale face, "I don't want to die."
Joe grabbed his chest, pushed the man against the wall severely, and shouted, "Now that these are useless, the important thing is that we have no way out. Since you have all been with me against him, then you You should know that it will never end well if you fall into his hands. For the current plan, only go all out to prevent him from leaving alive."
"Then what do you want to do" the others looked at Qiao.
"He has been under our house arrest until now, but only for a few hours. He can't organize a large-scale manpower in such a short period of time, so the team that came to rescue him is only a dozen people at most. But in our hands, We have a large number of armed security guards. We haven't lost yet, at least not yet." Joe looked at the others.
"So what should we do? These guys broke the elevator and blew up the stairs. We can't get to the 12th floor now."
"But they can't come down either." Qiao said coldly, "I have arranged a helicopter and a sniper. 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 is holding a Remington shotgun in his hand. He walked calmly in the aisle on the 12th floor, trying to prevent his security personnel from being shot and killed by him without hesitation.
This fat man who has been selling fried chicken in the fast food restaurant downstairs for twelve years now looks like an invincible evil spirit. He walked all the way swaggeringly like this, and even no security personnel could stop him. Of course, if these security guards do not make any attacking gestures, he will not take the initiative to hurt people. But anyone who wants to disadvantage him will be shot down immediately.
This flexible fat man reacted so fast that he seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. The scene becomes a little ridiculous. These professional security guards who have received anti-terrorism training in special forces, when faced with this flexible fat man, feel like a little chicken helpless.
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