Chapter 239: The Start of a Major Incident
A Midnight Order
In that moment, Amanda suspected she hadn't heard correctly.
"G-Get it out?"
How was she supposed to get it out? That was the J. Edgar Hoover Building, headquarters of the FBI, one of the most heavily secured places in the world. It wasn't some casual place you could just reach into.
Joel Nash said flatly, "Go tonight. I will make the arrangements."
Hearing this, Amanda suppressed the confusion in her heart, turned, and left the office. Before she left, she thoughtfully closed the door.
After leaving the White House, she walked directly to her black SUV. Ignoring the curious stares of her subordinates, she closed her eyes and sank into an eerie silence.
Get it out? Take something out of the FBI headquarters!
Very well!
"I want to see how exactly you plan for me to get it out."
Amanda curled the corner of her mouth, suddenly feeling a sense of anticipation.
Time passed quickly, and before she knew it, it was 1:00 AM.
A black sedan silently drove into the FBI's underground parking lot. The door opened, and Amanda, dressed in tactical gear, stepped out. Following the President's instructions, she proceeded up the stairs to the first floor of the Hoover Building.
Perhaps due to the weather, the Hoover Building was particularly dark tonight. The deep corridors were silent, quiet as a tomb.
Amanda followed the corridor to the entrance of the underground base. Two guards were stationed at the door, their heads occasionally nodding downward. They were clearly fast asleep.
Amanda carefully crept to the door. The two guards didn't react at all; even when the iron door opened with a sound, they continued to sleep soundly.
Seeing this, she instinctively frowned, a flash of surprise in her eyes, but she said nothing, taking the elevator behind the iron door down to the third basement level.
The security level here was extremely high, featuring not only twenty-four-hour guards but also a specialized monitoring system for identity verification. Yet, for some unknown reason, the monitoring system was not working tonight, and the guards were nodding off one after another.
They were sleeping soundly, saliva drooling down their chins onto the floor. Even when she removed the key cards hanging from their belts, they didn't stir at all.
"What an eerie ability!"
Amanda narrowed her eyes. In her shock, she instinctively looked around, as if searching for a ghost hiding in the corner. Unfortunately, the surroundings were pitch dark, and there was no one there.
That person is likely watching me. I can't show any flaws, and I absolutely cannot be nervous.
Amanda steadied herself, using a key card to pass through layer after layer of security until she reached the underground base's Experimental Center.
The lights in the room were off; it was pitch black, and she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. To reduce the risk of exposure, Amanda had to take out a flashlight and search for the location of the "stone jar."
After searching the Experimental Center, she followed a map to the vault. Seeing the door secured with a combination lock, she immediately frowned. Without a code, how can I get in?
Just then, footsteps sounded behind her.
An old man in a lab coat stumbled toward the door, entered the code, and then fell backward onto the floor, a short snore escaping his lips.
Evidently, he had completed the task of entering the code while asleep.
Amanda was stunned, a sense of indescribable absurdity rising in her heart. Is this the power of a demon? It's terrifying.
The vault door opened, unbelievably simple. Amanda suppressed her unease and walked into the vault. Ignoring the bizarre exhibits, she headed straight for the counter in the deepest part of the room.
A stone jar with a chipped lid sat on the counter—the target of her trip.
She picked up the stone jar, placed it in her bag, and returned the way she came. As she passed the guards, she looked at them curiously; their eyes seemed to be completely consumed by sleep, tightly shut.
"A terrifying ability."
After a quiet thought, Amanda quickened her pace, passed through the corridor, and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.
The Ambush
About fifteen minutes later, at the entrance of a neighborhood park, Jason Lowe, wearing a black overcoat, sat on a bench. Seeing the black car pull up, he hurried over.
"How did it go?"
Amanda took out the canvas bag containing the stone jar and sighed. "Unimaginably smooth!"
Jason opened the package and inspected it carefully. After confirming it was the genuine article, he smiled triumphantly.
"Well done. The President will not treat you unfairly."
Amanda smiled. "Helping the President is helping myself. I always deliver on my promises. It's just..." She paused for two seconds, hesitating. "When I went inside, I noticed all the surveillance equipment was powered down, and the guards were fast asleep, completely unresponsive. It was too exaggerated. How did you manage that?"
Jason tilted his head arrogantly. "The President's power is not something ordinary people can comprehend. Once you work with him longer, you'll naturally discover the benefits."
He then put away the canvas bag. "That's all for today. Remember, absolute secrecy is essential."
"Don't worry, I won't reveal a single word."
Amanda said with a serious expression. She watched him drive away, then got back into her car to drive home. As she passed an intersection, her brakes suddenly failed, and a large truck approaching from the side crashed head-on into her.
Bang!
The black sedan was sent flying, flipping more than ten times in the air before crashing heavily onto the road.
Blood seeped out from under the car, reflecting a dazzling red glow in the firelight.
On a nearby street, Jason, who had witnessed the scene, sneered and drove away.
A person abandoned by destiny has no right to live! Amanda Waller, you pathetic clown, your acting was ridiculously bad!
The Missing Evidence
Early the next morning, the Hoover Building erupted with the loudest roar in its history.
Jack Harvey was red-eyed and furious, seeming to breathe fire. He summoned the heads of all departments to his office and gave them a brutal dressing down. After that, he kicked the head of the security department in the backside and shouted, telling him he was fired.
It was only then that everyone realized the headquarters had been burglarized. Someone had slipped into the underground vault without a trace and stolen a very important item.
When the news spread, the Hoover Building instantly descended into chaos.
What fool of a thief would dare steal from the Federal Bureau of Investigation? Did they have a death wish?
All FBI agents were dispatched to launch a comprehensive search. The more they searched, the more bizarre the case became. For some reason, the building lost power last night, the backup generator failed to start, and a dozen guards were sleeping soundly, completely unaware of any movement in the underground base.
The furious head of security used a lie detector on the guards but still came up empty. The guards were not lying; they were truly asleep and had even been having pleasant dreams.
The situation grew increasingly strange!
After a search yielded no results, the trembling head of security had no choice but to send the interrogation report to the Director's office. In that moment, everyone felt the terrifying calm before a storm.
The Federal Bureau of Investigation had been robbed, and what was stolen was crucial material evidence.
Rumors suggested that the item was connected to the President, and that deciphering its secrets would uncover proof of the President's collusion with a cult.
Now, the evidence was gone, "taken" in a baffling manner.
The situation was too horrifying to think about deeply.
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