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

But in the face of the sound of sirens and the security system showing that several critical sectors had been invaded by armed forces, there was some unreal consternation. In just over a minute, the computer of the security system frantically warned of various emergencies and the invasion of militants.

As if this wasn't in Baltimore's bustling downtown Charles. Rather, it is the front line of war, and they are facing the onslaught of countless troops.

Qiao hurriedly came to the control room and shouted, "What the hell is going on?"

"Sir, it seems that the company is facing a large-scale invasion operation. Militants broke in through windows at the main entrance and under the southwest corner tower, as well as from the twelfth floor in the northeast corner. Judging from the display here, there are at least seven or eight squads, and I suspect they are trying 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 was simply nothing there, there were no armed raids, no one invaded. How did you get these damn numbers," Qiao shouted angrily.

"The company's glass is equipped with sensors that set off an alarm if someone breaks through the window. There are also surveillance cameras downstairs, fingerprint recognition system. Attempts to force entry will also trigger an alarm. Morningstar has a large amount of confidential information at its headquarters, so we have security measures in place. "The technician is constantly manipulating the computer to switch the company's internal cameras, and find something else to do.

But the strange thing is that the camera images that come up are all pitch black.

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

"Someone ruined the footage with spray paint. Quick, switch to a different line, that person must be on this level. Joe frowned, "That's the first floor."

"Eighth-story reference room. The technician said with a pale face.

Joe's heart also seemed to froze suddenly, he knew that there were contracts and written reports for all the company's military operations in recent years. Once leaked, it is enough to cause an international shock. Everything Morningstar has done will be revealed to the world. There are too many military operations involving shady deals and dirty conspiracies. Once exposed, the anger of those patrons is enough to send Morningstar directly into the eighteenth layer of hell.

So he slammed his fist on the table, "Use the rapid reaction force and let everyone block the eighth floor, I want to capture this person alive." ”

Just when the elite of Morningstar's rapid reaction force was exhausted, the chubby 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 looked at his watch in the elevator, and he knew that under normal circumstances, Morningstar's security personnel would search the entire eighth floor in five minutes. They wouldn't be so lucky this time, though, as he'd already set up 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 jar from his arms, and shook it. Then the camera goes completely black, and you can't see anything at all.

The technician in the security control room said with a shocked face, "This is the owner of the fast food restaurant downstairs who sells fried chicken legs."

"You see the man, where has he been," Joe's voice snapped.

"I don't know, he ruined the camera in the elevator. The technician stammered.

Joe's face changed drastically, "Oh no, we're fooled, he's not going to the eighth floor." He's going to find the general, and everyone goes to the twelfth floor."

"Sir, the elevator is broken and stuck. Heavily armed helmet-wearing security personnel reported.

"Then take the stairs quickly," Joe said with some agitation.

After he finished saying this, it was not even a minute before a huge explosion exploded, and scorching flames erupted from the corridor.

"What's going on," Joe roared.

"It's directional thunder. This guy installed a broadsword at the staircase, and the brethren we rushed in were injured and the staircase was blown up. This guy is a connoisseur. Damn, we've got to find another way to get up. The security officer said in a deep voice.

"Damn," Joe kicked down the wastebasket in the corner.

"Could it be the general's man," another board member hesitated.

"I don't know, but he must have gone for the general. Joe said helplessly.

The board member's face turned extremely ugly, and he slammed the table and said, "It's all your fault." I was not in favor of doing things to old guys from the beginning. It's a cunning cunning thing, and he's always got his own backup plan. This time we are really going to be finished, we can't put him under house arrest, we will kill them all. Hell, Joe. You know the old guy's methods, he never shows mercy."

"Oh my God, I'm so crazy that I listened to you guys and came against the general. Damn, we're all dead now. Another board member turned pale, "I don't want to die." ”

Joe grabbed him by the chest and slammed the man against the wall, shouting, "It's useless to talk about this now, the important thing is that we have no way back." Since you have all been with me against him, you should know that it will not end well in his hands. For now, the only way to do this 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's been under house arrest for only an hour. He couldn't organize a large number of people in such a short period of time, so the team that came to his rescue was 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 are we going to do, these guys broke the elevator and blew up the stairs. We can't go up to the 12th floor right now. ”

"But they couldn't get down either. Joe said coldly, "I've 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, a chubby fast-food restaurant owner holds a Remington shotgun in his hand. Walking calmly in the hallway on the 12th floor, the security guards who tried to stop him were shot 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 evil god. He swaggered all the way like this, and not even a single security guard could stop him. Of course, if these security guards don't make any offensive gestures, he won't take the initiative to hurt people. But whoever tries to disadvantage him will be immediately knocked out with a single shot.

This flexible fat man reacts so quickly that he seems to have eyes on the back of his head. The scene becomes a little ridiculous, and these professional security guards, who have been trained in the special forces in counter-terrorism, feel like a helpless chicken when faced with this nimble fat man