The parking building only appears to have parking on the rooftop from the outside, but after opening the gate, it can be discovered that more than half of the first floor is also a parking garage. The first thing that catches the eye is a black Cadillac sedan with the license plate 224001. The eye-catching thing is actually this license plate, which is the ambassador's car and is very likely to have been modified, such as bulletproofing!
"Randy, tell me the truth, are there CIA personnel stationed in the embassy?"
Hong Tao's concern is not the ambassador's car, but the two black full-size SUVs parked in the corner. After walking over and seeing the brand clearly, his small eyes immediately narrowed, and he leaned in close to Randy with a strange smile, whispering.
"Hong, stop suspecting my identity all the time. If you think it's necessary, I can swear to God that I have never joined any intelligence agency!" As soon as Randy saw Hong Tao's expression, she knew it wasn't good news. Sure enough, it was the same old routine.
"Then why do these two cars look so familiar? Are you saying they're just for the embassy chef to buy groceries?" Hong Tao didn't make Randy swear, but he didn't let him off either, continuing to point at the two black cars and ask.
Cars, that's right, cars. Two black Chevrolet Suburbans, the originator of full-size SUVs, a standard American muscle car, and also a favorite undercover vehicle for many US military and police departments.
These cars are nearly 6 meters long, with gasoline and diesel versions, with a gasoline displacement of over 5 liters and a diesel displacement of over 4 liters. They have powerful horsepower, rich functions, and extremely spacious interiors. When the rear seats are folded down, two single-person kayaks can be squeezed in, along with four large suitcases.
If it were just two ordinary cars, Hong Tao wouldn't think too much, but they have obviously undergone extensive modifications. For example, the rear privacy glass windows are sealed and have observation holes, the vehicles are equipped with side collision bars, and the front of the car has a large bull bar. If they were just office cars, why would they go to such lengths?
"No, no, you misunderstood. They are FBI office cars. Look, there are obvious markings here!" Randy finally understood why she was being suspected and quickly circled the cars, soon finding evidence. On the right side of the front fender, there was a not-so-obvious emblem.
"Oh my... you have a great conscience... I want to requisition them, do you have any objections?" Hong Tao leaned over to take a closer look, and his strange smile immediately turned into a sly smile. Yes, it really is the FBI emblem.
Is it normal for the embassy to have the FBI? The answer is very normal. The FBI, unlike the CIA, is under the jurisdiction of the US Department of Justice and is essentially a police department. However, American police are more powerful and have broader jurisdiction.
But no matter what, it is still a type of police. The two countries have established permanent institutions in each other's law enforcement departments to strengthen the fight against crime and illegal activities, which is very reasonable and necessary.
The latter is different. It is a completely secret agency that specializes in eavesdropping and espionage. The CIA does not have law enforcement powers and is directly under the office of the US President, an independent intelligence agency.
"First, you need to find the keys... This time, I'll lead the way to avoid being accused of favoring Americans again!" Randy agreed without hesitation, taking on the responsibility of leading the way as the vanguard to get rid of Hong Tao's entanglement. Holding a shield, she led her team towards the secure passage.
"Sun Ge, you'll be in charge of covering our retreat. I'll go downstairs to look for the keys, and you can just take whichever car you like when the time comes!" In fact, it's not Hong Tao who is most enthusiastic about the cars, but Sun Ge.
He has been repairing cars for most of his life but has never owned a luxury car. Although the cars in the garage are not too expensive, they are enough to make him love them. Seeing this, Hong Tao simply let him be in charge of covering the retreat and stay on the first floor.
In addition to the parking garage, the first floor also has several offices and a warehouse, making the whole building look like an annex of the embassy, nothing out of the ordinary. However, since entering the underground floor, everything feels completely different.
First of all, the doors. They look no different from fire doors from the outside, but even after chiseling with a climbing pickaxe, they couldn't be broken through. The pointed part was a bit blunt, and there were obvious steel plates sandwiched inside the door, which were quite thick.
Next is the walls, they are too thick, and the door frames are made of I-beams. Lastly, the smell, it's similar to the basement of a Hilton hotel, almost impossible to breathe without wearing a gas mask.
The corridor here is very narrow, with rooms on both sides. The dusty room doors look extremely ordinary, but when touched with the hand, the heaviness of the metal can be felt. In fact, these room doors are wrapped in steel plates on the outside, and the hinges are about a foot long, even the door frames are all metal, very sturdy.
"Secure... This is the photocopy room, there should be a fax machine." Unfortunately, no matter how strong the door frame and door panel are, the lock cylinder still can't withstand the destruction of a drill.
Soon, the first door on the left side of the staircase was opened, and Randy, holding a shield, entered first. After a quick look around, she didn't find anything unusual and was about to break open another door.
"Shh, wait a minute... Don't you think it's too quiet? We've been making noise for so long, almost to the point of using a power drill to break through the wall, but not a single zombie has come over, and there are no survivors calling for help. Isn't that too abnormal?" After coming down, Hong Tao had been shining a flashlight at the corner of the corridor, preparing to snipe any zombies that were alerted by the noise. But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement on the other side of the fire door in the middle of the corridor, and no sound of zombies banging on nearby rooms."Could it be that the basement of the visa building is designed the same way, with thick walls and a sandwich design for sound insulation... If your judgment is correct, could they have starved to death because they couldn't get any sunlight and absorb energy?" Randy pondered, first proposing a reasonable explanation, but after saying it, she herself didn't quite believe it and proposed another hypothesis.
"Let's hope so... I always feel something is strange. How about this, we don't try to break the doors that can't be opened, let's first search around here and see what's going on."
Both explanations were reasonable, but neither was entirely convincing. No matter how soundproof the walls were, the metal-wrapped doors wouldn't be soundproof, right? If there were zombies scratching and banging behind them, some noise should be transmitted.
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The idea of them starving to death was even more debatable. Could it be that when the disaster happened, not a single zombie came out and they were all locked in the room? Hong Tao instinctively resisted any too coincidental thoughts. Now, finding weapons had become the second choice, the first was to fully assess the safety of this place.
"Zhang Tao, come, let's form a shield trio and open that door!" How to search? Hong Tao looked around and found a solution.
He called Zhang Tao over to form a shield trio, standing side by side, effectively blocking the corridor. No matter how many zombies suddenly appeared, they would be blocked, which was beneficial for the spearmen and crossbowmen behind to attack.
"Swish..." The fire door in the middle of the corridor was silently pushed open, and two beams of white flashlight shone in.
"Hiss...ugh...fxxk..." Immediately, someone gasped, someone dry heaved, and someone cursed softly.
"Stay calm, watch out ahead!" Hong Tao didn't make a sound. The moment that extremely pungent stench came out from the door gap, he noticed it, immediately held his breath, and stared at the dark depths of the corridor from behind his goggles, issuing a low command.
The corridor behind the fire door was like hell on earth, bodies... or rather, limbs and severed arms, scattered in various positions on the ground over ten meters long. No, there were also some stuck on the walls, probably some kind of human organ. Judging from the dried blood, not only zombies but also living people were among these limbs!
"Your comrades were brave. They blocked this door with their lives and didn't let the zombies pass until they died..." After only a few minutes, Hong Tao had completed the on-site investigation and found the general answer.
At least 4 marines and 10 zombies died together, the roughly accurate number came from counting the heads. The ones with mangled flesh and blood were humans, and the ones with fibrous muscle tissue were zombies.
The reason why it was roughly accurate was that some heads were shattered into many pieces. Hong Tao barely managed to piece together two relatively intact ones with a climbing axe. Whether there were other heads that suffered more severe damage was still unclear.
"...It was a grenade, they pulled the pin themselves. There are also traces of machine guns and shotguns being fired, a fierce battle took place here..."
While Hong Tao was investigating the scene, Randy was not idle either. However, her reaction was slightly slower, so she didn't rush to piece together the bodies. Instead, she put on double-layer rubber gloves, focused on observing the bullet holes and explosion marks around, and casually picked up a pistol and a rifle from the dried blood pool, but unfortunately, both were severely damaged.