The red alarm lights on the missile speedboat console kept flashing, and the alarm sounded loudly, and the alarm sounded in the combat room of the 'Lemonier' naval base.

"What's going on?" In the captain of the Ambassador III'682 missile speedboat, Captain Pitt Sampras was awakened and fell under the bed after turning over. He screamed, not even wearing clothes and shoes, so he was about to go to the control room to check the situation.

But when his hand grabbed the door handle, he couldn't open the alloy door, "Fake, what's wrong."

His hands kept turning the door handle, but it was useless. He was so angry that he kicked the door hard with his feet, but the alloy door did not move at all.

In the soldiers' rest warehouse, many soldiers also got up, put on their clothes randomly, and prepared to go to the ship to take a look, but found that they could not open the cabin door at all.

At this time, someone found something wrong, took out his gun and fired several shots at the door, but he couldn't do anything to this alloy door at all. It was just a strange thing, it was too sturdy at the beginning.

The phone rang, and Captain Pitt Sampras was no longer competing with the gate, so he rushed over and grabbed the phone, "Hey, I'm Pitt."

"Captain Pete Sampras, what happened to your ship 682, why did you issue an alarm? The base system monitored that an external program was invading the warship system, why no one answered the phone in the war room, where are you now, what are you doing?" On the phone, a majestic male voice came out of the phone.

"Sir, I don't know what happened now. I'm trapped in the captain's room." Pete Sampras said anxiously.

"Idiot, what a fool. I don't care what your reasons are. I'll send someone to find out what happened. I need an answer, not a reason for this damn, right away." A roar came from the phone.

"It's the sir." Pete Sampras returned loudly at the phone.

However, now he couldn't open the hatch door, couldn't kick it, and could not even hit the gun, so he could only stop decadently.

No, something must have happened. Hurry up and ask the base for rescue. Pete Sampras quickly picked up the phone and reported the situation here to the base command room.

The base command room received a call from Pitt Sampras and found that things seemed to be out of control. He quickly ordered the captain on duty stationed on the 681 missile speedboat near 682 to find out the situation of the 682 ship.

At the same time, the base soldiers were ordered to rush to the port to deal with the matter urgently.

The deputy captain of the 681 ship, led the soldiers to the 682 ship, but found that the cabin had been locked. The two soldiers who were responsible for patrol outside didn't know what happened, so why the door entering the cabin could not be opened.

There was no choice but to find tools such as hammers and crowbars to open the hatch door.

Mu Yang was in the control room, looking at more than half of the cracked progress bar, and was anxious. He really hoped that he could run forward instead of the progress bar.

There was already a sound of kicking the door in the cabin. The soldiers woke up, but were trapped inside and unable to get out.

Then I heard gunshots again, and it seemed that those guys were anxious.

The progress bar is still crawling forward slowly, about one-third of it. Mu Yang feels that this minute has passed so long.

There are obviously loopholes in this cracking system. It was detected by the system so quickly, but it was mainly because I was too hasty. Maybe I could give Sarah some more time and do it better.

As for today, it seems that only Lai Ming is the only one.

"Bang, bang, bang."

A huge knock came from the corridor in the distance. Mu Yang was stunned. Then he thought that he had locked the external hatch door. This Ambassador Type III missile speedboat was fully enclosed to increase protection capabilities.

Now when Mu Yang locks the cabin door like this, it is very troublesome to come in under the current situation.

But Mu Yang knew that the hatch door would not last long and would eventually be pried open. Looking at the progress bar, there was still one-fifth of it.

Hurry up, hurry up.

Mu Yang doesn't want to give up halfway.

"Bang, bang, bang." The sound of the door smashing outside became louder and louder.

"Ding ding ding".

Mu Yang suddenly heard the computer prompt sound. Such a simple sound would be annoying for people in normal times, but now, in Mu Yang's ears, he actually felt extremely friendly.

"The cracking is completed, you can operate it." A line of English prompts are displayed on the computer.

Mu Yang did not hesitate at all, and clicked on the operating interface as fast as possible. Radar scanned, and instantly, on the computer display screen, the scanned situation began to be displayed, which was even clearer and clearer than the radar scanning display of the ship itself, making Mu Yang, an outsider, clear at a glance.

In the command hall of the Lemonier Naval Base, the alarm never stopped. Suddenly, a soldier shouted loudly: "Sir, I detected that the other party has controlled the weapon system of the 682 ship."

As the on-site commander, Deputy Commander Andrew was also shocked and felt something was wrong.

"How effective is the cyber attack? Can you regain control of the ship?" Andrew shouted loudly.

In a corner of the command hall, more than a dozen members of the US military cyber forces wearing officer uniforms were typing on the keyboard, and everyone was sweating profusely.

"Sir, it's not possible yet, we need some time." A major stood up and replied.

"Time, I still have time for you now, bastard, hurry up and give me a little faster." After Andrew finished speaking, he turned around and shouted at the communications officer: "What are the people sent to investigate the 682 ship doing? Why hasn't the news been sent back yet?"

But no one answered his question.

At this time, the soldier in charge of communication just now screamed loudly again, "Sir, the missile system has been started, and the radar is performing locking procedures."

"Bastard, let the rescue troops get faster and turn off that damn weapon system, no matter what method it is."

"You guys, please hurry up and take back control, otherwise they will be punished."

The base deputy commander Andrew had long abandoned his previous majesty and calmness and became extremely anxious. At this moment, as the commander of the Lemonier Naval Base, Brigadier General David Rodriguez was rushing to the base.

After hearing the news, he immediately threw away the party and drove to the base.

Yes, he was at the Kempinski Hotel in Djibouti Palace before, attending a private party, a very standard party.

There, you can enjoy cigars, beauties, and more importantly, interests.

But after receiving the call, David Rodriguez was shocked and left everything behind to rush to the base. He knew that the base was everything for him. If something really happened, he, the commander of the base, would be fully responsible.
Chapter completed!