American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1519 The Fall of Olympus (Sixteen)

"What happened up there?" The anxious President Yin asked hurriedly in broken English when he saw Michael Collier, whose face was darker than the bottom of a pot, returning to the "PEOC" with only one subordinate.

The latter just glanced at him and didn't pay any attention to him.

After entering a password into the console and watching the heavy steel door slowly close, Collier breathed a sigh of relief.

The stench of blood permeated the "PEOC," where the bodies of several Secret Service agents were piled up in a corner.

The Indian-American First Lady, along with several presidential aides and a host of White House staff, were tied to the railing in front of the command console, while the bruised and battered President Collier was restrained in a chair by two of his men, looking somewhat dejected.

Although she still had a vague feeling that something was wrong, Collier didn't have time to think about it. She quickly walked to the big screen and her face darkened again when she saw that the progress bar was only a quarter full.

"Wasn't it estimated that it would take a maximum of 6 hours to complete?"

Faced with Collier's questioning, "PEOC" fell silent. The progress bar on the big screen seemed to have a slight tear as if there was a bad signal, and then it switched to a text document, with the cursor blinking as it slowly typed out a sentence.

"90% of the computing nodes are lost, and the estimated time required to crack the code is incalculable."

"Fuck!" In a fit of rage, Collier transformed into a desktop cleaning master, sweeping everything off the table in front of him onto the floor.

The First Lady, tied to the railing, let out a piercing scream in fright, but was immediately slapped hard across the face by another First Lady, Kim, whose sharp nails scratched her face.

"Shut up! You Indian bitch!"

But then something even more surprising happened: President Mays, who had been being held captive, shoved aside the armed guard and slapped Ms. Kim to the ground.

"You're the one who should shut up!"

Ms. Jin, who looks like a silicone doll come to life, didn't bother to get up from the ground. She quickly took out a makeup mirror to check and then let out a shrill wail after discovering that her pretty artificial nose was crooked to one side.

"Ashiba!" Seeing his beloved wife being beaten, Yin Kaka was immediately enraged and rushed forward to fight with Mai Si.

The scene was chaotic, with the two presidents throwing punches at each other. Several South Korean agents and Collier's men looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one tried to break up the fight.

Compared to Mais, who was not yet 50, Yin Kaka, who was over 60, was eager to protect his wife but was clearly not up to the task. He was quickly pinned to the ground and beaten half to death by this round-faced fat man from a "rust belt worker's family".

"Enough!" With a shout from Collier, his two men stepped forward and pulled Maes off of Inkaka.

At this point, Max stopped acting, pulled up a chair and sat down with an air of authority, staring fiercely at Collier, whose expression was constantly shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"Although the plan failed, my previous promise still stands. You and your men will be fine." After saying that, he gave a meaningful glance to Yin Kaka, who was being helped up by his agents in a disheveled state.

Collier's eyes darted around uncertainly, and after a long pause, she slowly spoke, "Are you sure you can regain power after you get out?"

“There are almost no survivors in the Capitol. You should know what that means.” Despite his round, chubby face that looked easy to bully, his black eyeliner and beard gave him a certain air of superiority.

"Although it was an accident, it brought us an even better 'Plan B'. There will be no more impeachments, no more opposition. With the help of the 'Samaritans', we can build a completely new world order."

Collier couldn't help but show a struggle on his face. "I founded 'Always Vigilant' to oppose the federal government's infringement on individual freedoms. This free world doesn't need governments, it doesn't need industry, and everyone can return to a pastoral life."

"Idiot." With an impatient wave of his hand, a gunshot rang out, and Collier fell forward to the ground, a bloody hole in the back of his head.

One of Collier's men, who had been standing behind him, stepped over the corpse without hesitation and stood protectively behind Max.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present, and the "First Lady," who had been sobbing, fell silent for a moment.

Although the previous conversation had made her realize that something was wrong, her husband and the terrorists who had kidnapped them seemed to have made some kind of deal.

But this sudden betrayal startled her, and she didn't understand what had happened.
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“Yes, my codename is ‘The Mastermind,’ and I’m in full charge of ‘Operation Northern Lights’ and ‘Intelligence Support Operations.’ Agent Hersh took care of Nathan Ingram and, not long ago, Special Prosecutor Bolton, on my orders.”

In a conference room in the Pentagon’s underground command center, a middle-aged woman with a bloated figure and a gloomy face sat opposite Maureen and Zoe. Her first words were an admission of her identity and her past actions.

Standing beside her were Rither and Finch, both of them looking at the woman with extremely complicated expressions.

"Including Mr. Reese's experience in Afghanistan, although it was ordered by the CIA, it was also at my behest. But I have a clear conscience about my decision; everything was to ensure that 'Operation Northern Lights' was not leaked, because it concerns national security."

Facing the complex gazes of the crowd, the "controller" appeared righteous and dignified, seemingly completely at ease.

She even countered with, "Mr. Finch, wasn't your original intention in inventing the 'machine' to help this country better cope with terrorist threats? I thought we should be on the same side."

Finch was speechless for a moment.

After a long silence, Maureen sighed and broke the somewhat tense atmosphere in the room, "Although I do not approve of your actions, I have not called you here today for a trial."

We need to know, to whom did you hand over the 'Samaritan'? And why was it used to break the 'Cerberus' curse?

The woman codenamed "The Controller" paused slightly on her resolute expression, then blurted out, "How is this possible? It's an order from the President. President Mays personally asked me to hand over 'Samaritan' to the Ministry of Defense."
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As a green flare soared into the sky, Jason Hayes calmly reported over the communicator, "'Olympus' has been recaptured. Repeat, 'Olympus' has been recaptured."

A cheer erupted inside the forward command center as David Rossi, his temples graying, forcefully flung open the tent flap and jogged to the FBI command vehicle.

A halogen lamp for construction was mounted in front of the command vehicle. An excavator had been moved to the side. Clay and Aubrey, covered in sweat, were leaning on their shovels, looking at the large pit they had just dug.

At the bottom of the pit, Jubar, wearing a safety helmet equipped with a light, was busy in front of a thick cable that had been dug out.

Jack's Mammoth van was facing the pit, with a long cable extending from the back of the van, the other end held by Hannah and Jenny, who were also helping at the bottom of the pit.

"OK!" Jubar shouted, wiping the sweat from his forehead, only to end up smearing his face with sweat.

Alice, who was waiting by the car, nodded and typed a series of commands on her laptop. As she pressed the last Enter key, the satellite antenna on the back of the "Mammoth" slowly deployed.
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The atmosphere inside "PEOC" was somewhat eerie at this moment.

Yin Kaka, his face swollen like a pig's head, lay on the ground groaning. His wife, Ms. Jin, collapsed beside him, clutching her nose, which needed to be remade, and wept bitterly.

The terrorists who were supposed to be working for Collier all removed their hoods and jackets, revealing black Secret Service suits underneath.

The South Korean agents looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. They nervously raised their guns, but also slightly raised the muzzles, fearing that being outnumbered might cause some misunderstanding.

Max was sitting slouching against the computer console, his eyes darting around, seemingly lost in thought, until he heard a slightly trembling voice calling out to him.

"Honey, could you help me untie this?"

Upon hearing his wife's choked plea, the president paused for a moment, as if only then snapping out of his daze.

Reaching out of his bodyguard, Max took a switchblade from the control panel and personally cut the plastic zip ties binding his wife.

"It's alright, darling," the president said softly, embracing his wife who was sobbing.

Although his first lady came from the upper Brahmin class in India, her skin was not fair, because she belonged to the Telugu people of Andhra Pradesh.

"What on earth is going on? Darling, I don't understand, why is this happening?"

The woman's voice gradually faded until it disappeared completely, and blood gushed from her slashed neck.

She watched in disbelief as her husband, whose expression grew cold, slowly rose, still clutching the switchblade stained with her own blood, until the last glimmer of life faded from his eyes.

To everyone's astonishment, Max grinned menacingly and ordered his men, "Attack! Kill them all!"

The remaining South Korean agents in "PEOC" were terrified. Just as they were about to raise their guns to fight back, the constantly flashing cursor on the large screen on the command platform suddenly disappeared, and a sharp, piercing whistling sound came from the loudspeaker.

The cursor lit up again, but disappeared instantly after typing "Help", replaced by a blinding light.

All the light-emitting items inside “PEOC”, whether LED lights on the walls, decorative wall lamps, or even the displays on the walls, emitted a blinding white light, as if three suns were shining in the sky.

Along with the blinding light and deafening music, a high-pitched female voice began to sing in a traditional opera style, "If you come through three winters, you will bring me a city covered in snow."

Just as everyone on the scene was at a loss, two offensive grenades with their safety pins removed bounced down the steps and rolled right to Maiss's feet.

(End of this chapter)