Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 558 - 537: Satisfying

Chapter 558: Chapter 537: Satisfying

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A person with very distinctive features is naturally easy to find.

Gao Yi spotted the guy with the ridiculous mustache on the surveillance footage.

Towering at least 1.9 meters, sporting a goatee, with an unsettling expression that somehow gave off a low-intelligence vibe.

But the moment Fisher saw the guy on the video, he immediately said, "I know him. Dyson from the Data Processing Department. That’s him. He’s unforgettable because his appearance is strikingly mismatched with his genius-level intellect. He’s the top blackhat hacker in this facility!"

Turns out not a top combat operative, nor an elite field agent—but a computer whiz? A genius hacker?

No doubt, this bizarre look was something only an IT geek fluent in coding could pull off.

Gao Yi felt as if he’d just had a revelation, and Xinfeng also had a similar moment, saying, "Dyson, is it? I’ve heard of him but never met him."

"It’s him, definitely him!"

Henry decisively confirmed and quickly called up more video footage, adding, "He actually used an outsourced employee’s access credentials to get in? Is he crazy? Such an obvious anomaly—it’s like he decided never to work again after this stunt!"

Fisher smiled and said, "Perhaps he’d rather be caught impersonating someone else than expose his real identity. Oh, I get it now. He hacked into the CIA personnel management system and fabricated a false identity for himself."

Henry sighed heavily and muttered, "Now I truly believe there’s some sort of conspiracy going on. Hmm. Let me check—if we catch Dyson, we can probably rope in most of his accomplices."

In the video, Dyson first entered the logistics area using the outsourced employee badge, then swapped to another credential before moving into the work area.

"Here, he assumes a completely new identity. Let me review—Dell—this name’s never appeared before. It’s fake. I’m certain he forged this information."

Following the digital breadcrumb trail, surveillance cameras tracked this so-called Dyson, the genius hacker, who seemed more like a clumsy spy fumbling through multiple security checkpoints.

Using Dell’s identity, he entered the second floor—Management’s office section. Then he went into his office, emerging moments later with a small black bag.

After that, Dell headed for the fourth floor.

"Intelligence Bureau, Second Intel Room! That guy’s carrying something like a hard drive. The Management and Analysis Office—this room’s computers can access virtually any terminal. Reports from the Analysis Office are fast-tracked to the Director and Deputy Director for review!"

Henry became visibly excited, pulling up the camera footage, replaying every clip in the area at 16x speed.

Gao Yi was overwhelmed by the rapid visuals. He could still discern the happenings, though pinpointing individual faces was impossible.

From 6 PM to 9 PM, Henry fast-forwarded through a solid three hours of surveillance, abruptly halting playback to check the access logs for the Management and Analysis Office. Moments later, he urgently stated, "There are 46 people currently within the Management and Analysis Office. Considering overtime, this number is normal. But there are six people inside the Second Intel Room. That’s highly irregular—this room contains four top-class computers connected to the CIA’s supercomputer system. The people present are George Rave, Dyson, Intelligence Bureau’s Mike Lao, Chris Joe, Management’s Larry Jelas, and Jason Brown."

Henry relayed each name sequentially.

Fisher patted Henry’s shoulder and instructed quietly, "Document this. Lock down the access system. Grant us entry clearance and deny all others!"

Henry responded in a hushed voice, "I’d advise against immediate lockdown; it might raise suspicions."

Fisher shook his head, replying softly, "Doesn’t matter. Lock it down. Pass me a walkie-talkie. Report any updates immediately."

Henry pointed to a side table and said, "Grab one yourself. Uh, how else should we coordinate?"

"We don’t need more coordination. If we fail to secure them, notify security to detain everyone from the list. No one gets out. Also, special authorization—any resistance, shoot on sight."

Fisher issued the command bluntly. Yuri whistled softly, then patted Henry’s shoulder, adding cryptically, "Maybe toss something into the Director’s office, buddy. If you happen to notice anything..."

Henry froze for a moment before replying, "Can I just turn off the cameras? Then nothing can be seen."

Yuri chuckled and said, "Smart move. But I’ve got a question—could a hacker disable the security system and blackout the surveillance?"

Henry thought briefly and replied, "Theoretically yes, but I don’t know how. I’m not an expert in that area."

Yuri shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Good enough. Let’s move out."

Gao Yi and the team turned and left.

Fisher took the lead, his demeanor still a mix of shabbiness and sharp vigor—an indescribable air.

Gao Yi felt slightly deflated. All this... just to storm in and arrest a few people? It’s like catching fish in a barrel—what’s there to anticipate or get excited about?

They did bump into other staff in the hallways. Nearly every passerby glanced curiously at Gao Yi and his unusual group.

Fisher ignored everyone, heading straight to the elevator. Card swipe—straight to the fourth floor.

Once there, another badge scan—then entry into the classified Intelligence Bureau Analysis Room.

To be fair, at CIA headquarters, classified areas abound. It’s the unclassified sections that are rare.

Exiting the elevator, they walked down a long corridor. Hardly anyone in sight until they reached a shut double-door. A female employee, holding coffee in one hand and a badge in the other, repeatedly swiped the reader to no avail.

She looked visibly perplexed. Without lifting her head to acknowledge Gao Yi’s group, she muttered to herself, "Weird—why won’t it open?"

"Step aside. Stay right here. No movements. No talking. That’s an order."

Fisher coldly addressed her before turning to swipe his own badge.

Right then, Yuri interrupted, "Hold up."

Addressing the female employee warmly, Yuri said, "Emergency operation. You know what that entails, right?"

She nodded blankly.

Yuri gestured toward the restroom and said, "Go to the ladies’ room. Find a stall and hide. Don’t come out. If you hear gunfire, stay hidden. The building’s under lockdown—you can’t leave. Hide yourself well. Go. Now."

Like dismissing a child, the stunned female employee turned and hurried to the restroom.

Once she was gone, Yuri turned to Gao Yi and said, "Don’t you feel like we should plant a bomb in the Director’s office?"

Gao Yi’s eyelid twitched.

Fisher stared at Yuri in disbelief.

Xinfeng shook his head, addressing Yuri, "Buddy, take it easy. Don’t go there."

Yuri shook his head and replied, "Treason... you need tangible evidence. You say they’re here to steal intel, but Wei Feng might claim it’s to expose the truth. To pin treason on them, you need something solid—and a bomb makes the perfect ’evidence.’"

Gao Yi grudgingly nodded at Yuri’s logic.

Yuri continued, "Besides, investigations can turn messy. If one explosion cleans up everything—removing all traces—doesn’t that work better?"

"Hmm. That’s not a bad idea."

Yuri smiled slyly before adding, "I’ve brought a bomb. It could go under the Director’s desk..."

Gao Yi glanced at Yuri meaningfully. Yuri grinned sheepishly.

Fisher suddenly suggested, "In that case, why waste it on the Director’s empty office? Go for the Intelligence Bureau’s Deputy Director instead. He’s still here, and he’s clearly tied to this situation."

Gao Yi and Yuri both froze, staring at Fisher.

In a surprised tone, Yuri remarked, "You never mentioned the Deputy Director earlier."

Fisher shook his head and corrected, "I did. Just didn’t mention the title—Intelligence Bureau’s Mike Lao is the Deputy Director. How about this—his office is on the fourth floor. Plant the bomb there, then we drag him into the office. How’s that sound?"

Yuri visibly lit up, looking at Fisher as if meeting a long-lost relative, nodding enthusiastically, "I think your suggestion is excellent. Absolutely brilliant."

Gao Yi thought it over and agreed, "Hmm. It’s indeed pretty good."

Clearly, the Director of Intelligence Bureau and Panetta weren’t aligned. Whatever went on before didn’t matter—Lao’s presence here was problematic.

Gao Yi couldn’t interrogate or hunt for evidence on Panetta’s behalf. His approach was simple—eliminate all suspects.

"You handle the bomb."

Gao Yi directed Yuri, then fidgeted with his hammer, adding, "We’ll go catch the others. Wait. This is the Intel Bureau. Arresting the Deputy Director here..."

Yuri muttered casually, "Doesn’t it look totally plausible? A group of traitors sneaks in, kills the Deputy Director who wouldn’t cooperate, causing mass casualties. Fits the narrative."

Fisher exhaled lightly and murmured, "Sounds reasonable."

Gao Yi also found it reasonable. This seemed like a clean opportunity to get rid of unwanted elements—wait, no—an unfortunate blunder leading to tragic consequences from lack of rescue resources.

Of course, going too far might jeopardize Panetta’s political aspirations.

Gao Yi hesitated over this consideration.

Fisher whispered, "The Director tasked me with going undercover for years to uncover moles. Today is my failure—not preventing the Deputy Director’s death caused by these moles for daring to silence the one who exposed their conspiracy. Well, at worst, no accolades—is that so bad?"

Gao Yi couldn’t help but mutter, "You’re a damn genius. But does it have to be a bomb?"

Yuri grinned slyly, replying softly, "It’s gotta explode—even if just for show. Maybe we’ll catch the people first and decide later."

Yuri had this modest dream. Gao Yi couldn’t possibly deny him.

"Fine. Evidence matters, right? Bombs it is, then."

Standing in front of the door conspiring briefly, Gao Yi couldn’t resist stroking his hammer once more, saying, "Open the door."

Fisher swiped his card. With a faint beep, the door unlocked.

Gao Yi, brimming with energy, exclaimed, "Let’s catch them!"

Shouting commands to apprehend in the heart of CIA headquarters sure felt exhilarating.