Chapter 363 Angry from shame
Faced with such incompetence of his subordinates, Assad was so angry that he had a brain congestion, but the situation was urgent after all. Even if he wanted to punish those people, he could only suppress it temporarily and deal with it after the difficulties were resolved.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he immediately gave instructions to his deputy next to him.
"Immediately mobilize the secret forces on Solo Island and start the helicopters to search for the location of those people. Once found, open fire and destroy them! The entire island is in blockade mode. No one in the core area can be let out, let alone allowed in."
"Understood!" The colonel immediately took the order, took out the walkie-talkie and began to mobilize troops.
"Those guys landed on my island, they must have been trying to get some valuable treasures from me, damn them! They are just a bunch of annoying flies! Where are those Cuban vegetable and fruit merchants? This matter must be related to them, go and capture all their people!" Assad questioned his men next to him again.
The black Haitian soldier stuttered, "General, they were at the party before, but then they asked to go for a drive on the island and made an excuse to leave the core area. They don't seem to be here now, and we don't know where they are now. If there really was an invasion outside, they are likely to be in the port area now, or even have fled on a ship."
Assad became even more angry after hearing this and started to curse: "Now, take people to conduct a carpet search immediately and find those people! Chop them into pieces! Also, drive a few cars over and follow me to the command room!"
Seeing this, the captain of Haiti also suggested: "General, now the signal and power supply stations outside have been occupied or controlled by the enemy. It is not recommended to approach the outer areas. They are likely to attack our leaf greenhouse area and drug processing factory."
"I don't have time to deal with those trivial matters now. Notify the soldiers over there and ask them to stay on standby and be ready to fight at any time. They must make sure my assets are not destroyed by the enemy, otherwise there is no need for them to stay any longer." Assad said with a cold face.
"Yes." The captain answered without even breathing.
Soon Assad's personal soldiers mobilized and drove over several bulletproof vehicles. Assad went out surrounded by the crowd and sat in the bulletproof car. After the personal soldiers got in the car and closed the door, the driver immediately started the vehicle and rushed to the command room.
It took several minutes to arrive at an outer building area. The bulletproof vehicle stopped at the door and Assad entered the attic under the escort of his personal guards.
"So the command room is here. It's actually an ordinary attic."
Ever since Assad showed up, the Acr organization has concentrated all its spy equipment on him. Spy balloons have also locked onto his position from high in the sky, tracking and monitoring him all the way until he arrived at the mysterious command room by car, and then they felt that the source of the signal had disappeared.
"No wonder we couldn't find the enemy's command center. It turns out that the buildings here are all made of signal jammers. Assad must have spent a lot of money on this! It's even more confidential than the military bases in North America!"
"If only a missile could hit the attic right now, it would surely blow them up into the sky!"
"That's impossible. Assad will definitely build a base in the basement. Even if the attic is destroyed, it will only be a superficial appearance and will not have any impact on the real command post."
"The other side has sent over another troop of personal soldiers."
The hacker think tank team saw in the images sent back via spy balloons that after Assad arrived at the attic command room, he dispatched a team of Haitian soldiers from all directions. They were fully armed and drove camouflaged armored vehicles over. They set up defensive fortifications on the next floor and on the ground, and set up mortars and even RPG rocket launchers.
The firepower of both sides is not at the same level at all. If the gunner team is allowed to approach here rashly, they will definitely be shot by the other side and won't even recognize their own mothers.
After discussion, the hacker think tank team also felt that they needed to continue trying to hack into the other party's database. At least now that both sides have revealed their cards, they can cause some interference and influence to the other party and continue to disgust the other party.
They acted immediately. An internationally renowned hacker group used their trump card to hack into the explosion-proof building on Solo Island using network technology.
After Assad led his personal soldiers into the attic, he took the elevator to the underground command post. After arriving here, he saw that there were only two or three people on duty, and Assad was also amused.
"Hurry up and call someone over! Bastard!"
"Yes! General!!"
The technicians in the underground command post also hurriedly called other permanent personnel. The other party also knew the news of the invasion of the island and hurriedly got up and rushed over.
"General!! We are sorry that we didn't detect the enemy's invasion in time. The truth is that many people went to the party today, and our island has not had any problems for many years, so we were a little lax..." The technical director apologized to the general with a bitter face.
Assad remained calm and said, "It's okay. I was also wrong. I didn't expect someone would dare to take advantage of me. Those people are simply tired of living."
"We can definitely catch all those rats and cut them into pieces!!"
When the technical director saw that the general did not hold him accountable, he was relieved and quickly expressed his loyalty.
But Assad sneered and said in a cold tone: "After this matter is over, all those who are on duty tonight will be thrown into the cold storage and frozen into ice cubes, and then thrown into the sea to feed the sharks! I, Assad, don't need these incompetent guys!"
The technical manager felt his scalp tingling, his hair stood on end, and he took a deep breath.
Assad asked his personal guards to bring a chair. He sat next to the computer in the command room, looked at the busy technicians, and said, "Two-thirds of the signal stations and power stations on the island have been destroyed by the enemy. I don't even know who the enemy is, what kind of firepower they have, or how many people they have. They acted so quickly that I was caught off guard. This shows that those people had planned it in advance. What methods did they use to monitor me?"
"It is possible that it was through spy balloons." The technical director carefully gave his speculation after careful consideration.
"Only spy balloons can go undetected and carry out long-term interference and hacking. The reason why our cameras are malfunctioning is most likely because of those people, not the electromagnetic interference from the sea breeze. Of course, there is definitely the influence of the electromagnetic anomalies of the sea breeze, but it should only account for a minority." The technical manager didn't dare to say anything, otherwise wouldn't it mean that they were all useless?
The enemy has been secretly sneaking in and monitoring for so long, but they didn't discover it. How could the general still use them in the future? It would be good if he didn't throw them all into the sea to feed the sharks!
Fortunately, they discovered it in time and the most serious impact has not yet occurred, so there is still a chance to make amends.
Assad also knew that now was not the time to pursue responsibility, because if one really had to pursue responsibility, his brothers-in-law should bear the greatest responsibility, and secondly, he himself had made the wrong choice of people, and all the people he recruited were useless.
Those guys, he can just ask his personal soldiers to throw them into the meat grinder to get rid of them, but he must not leave the stain of employing the wrong people on himself, so as not to affect his image of wisdom and bravery! Assad immediately said: "Is there still a chance to call the Haitian army for support now?"
"General, we just tried to contact the military base in Haiti, but received no response, which means the enemy has disrupted the entire island and our messages can no longer be sent out. Now we can only rely on the personnel and firepower left on the island to defeat the enemy." The technical manager also replied immediately: "Even if we notify the military base, it will take some time to transfer people over. I'm afraid the navy will not easily send patrol boats over."
"As long as a few armed helicopters and patrol ships can come over, that will be enough."
Assad was also a little annoyed. "Since there is no way to mobilize the personnel of the military base, forget it. Although the weapons on the island are not that advanced, they should be enough to deal with those flies."
As a Haitian warlord, his family's private army is much stronger than Haiti's regular army. For example, the Mexican government army does not have many regular armed helicopters and does not have decent naval equipment, not to mention the poor Haiti?
But he not only has armed helicopters, but also some old-model patrol boats and sea patrol ships. There are also several armed helicopters on the island, hundreds of people, and anti-sea missiles and anti-aircraft missiles with a range of dozens of kilometers.
Compared with him, ordinary pirate forces and illegal armed organizations are nothing but dwarfs, like an egg hitting a stone. He is the uncrowned king of the Solo Island waters!
But he didn't expect that after such a long period of peace, someone would dare to touch his tiger whiskers? He didn't know how those guys dared to do that! There must be someone behind the scenes!
What was even more unexpected was that the other side was really capable, and the military force that he was so proud of was defeated at the very beginning.
Two-thirds of the island's infrastructure had been demolished before it could be used, and it was almost running into the backyard when his people discovered it.
Damn it, the signals have been blocked. The initiative is not in our hands. Even if we have missiles, we can’t launch them. If they are interfered with, what should we do if the missiles hit us on the head?
Assad felt a little aggrieved. He clearly had powerful firepower at his disposal, but he only dared to send a few helicopters to conduct a carpet search, instead of directly locking onto the opponent's position and launching a firepower coverage strike.
Or maybe information and intelligence are the most important.
"The enemy probably doesn't have helicopters and naval forces. At most, they only have a few submarines and speedboats. They probably want to take some treasure from you. But the other party probably hasn't discovered the location of the vault and the core command room yet." The technical director comforted General Assad.
Assad sneered, "Of course they can't find the vault because it's not only mysterious, but also doesn't have any modern electronic equipment. As long as I don't use radar and combination locks, no matter how advanced the enemy's high-tech technology is, they won't be able to hack in and find the location."
This is also what Assad concluded from the lessons he learned from many bank robberies and island robberies. No matter how advanced the technology is, it will eventually be targeted by more powerful technology. But as long as I don’t use technology, you can’t target me.
It turns out that the more indigenous method is more effective. For so many years, no one except himself has had the opportunity to open his vault.
"Connect me to the channel of those soldiers. I will command their combat operations behind the scenes." Assad gave another order.
The technicians immediately began to operate and helped General Assad enter the channel of the Haitian soldiers. From the screen, we can see that the soldiers were driving military vehicles and helicopters taken out of the armory. They rose to high altitudes and began to spread out from the core area, conducting a carpet search for the enemy's position.
But before Assad could take a closer look, the screen seemed to be disturbed by the magnetic field and began to distort. It even played an unpopular song in the channel.
"What the hell is going on?" Assad was shocked.
The technician was sweating profusely and quickly replied: "General, the enemy must have discovered the location of our command post and started to launch network attacks and interference on us! Our channel has been hacked!"
Assad was furious and yelled: "Then fight back and get them out of the channel!"
"We can't do it, General. Our network technology firewall is not as powerful as the opponent's attack, and we don't have any auxiliary software to counter it. We can only let them be infected. Now even the monitoring room has been hacked." The technician wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Assad was even more angry after hearing this. He took out his pistol, pointed it at their heads and cursed: "Think of a way to fight back immediately! Otherwise, there is no need for you to live, you annoying flies! I will make them pay the price!!"
The technicians felt very distressed, but they had to take immediate action and used all their skills to deal with the attack. They saved some channels and restored the picture to normal, but it was soon interfered with again. The technicians were also very annoyed, and the two sides started a tug-of-war over network technology.
After seeing the other side launch a resistance, the hacker think tank team found it difficult to suppress it and could not interfere effectively. They could only consider changing ways to disgust the other side. They hacked into the enemy's monitoring room, played rap music to the island through the loudspeaker, and killed the alarm that was blaring.
The Acr organization also took the opportunity to hack into the conversation channel and sent a notification to Assad, "Hello, General Assad, it's an honor to meet you today. I have to say that your island's firepower is indeed very strong. Ordinary organizations can't compete with you at all, but we have now discovered the location of your treasure and are preparing to attack your vault. At present, your team is gathering in the outer area, searching for our people everywhere, but this is no threat to us at all. You can't find our people!"
"We can tell you clearly that our next step is to attack your treasury. We know all your operational deployments, but you have no idea about our personnel deployment. This is really a pity! Our people also filmed all the scandals on the island. From today on, General Assad may lose his international reputation!"
Assad heard the voice coming from the channel and was furious, "These damn bastards!!"
"Call a car and send people to guard the vault immediately." Assad shouted angrily.
"General, this is most likely just their conspiracy. If we concentrate our people in the vault area, they will definitely know where the vault is." The technical manager immediately raised an objection.
"It doesn't matter even if they find out. Concentrate all your forces on the vault. I don't believe their firepower can break through the defense line! If they have found the vault and taken action, but I just sit there and do nothing, then who will bear my losses?" Assad was furious. He didn't dare to gamble on this probability at all.
"Understood." The technical director immediately notified the personnel and asked all soldiers to gather at the target location.
The helicopters and armored vehicles on Solo Island received the news and immediately turned around, all heading towards one direction of the island. After observing this phenomenon, the hacker think tank team looked at the dense red dot area on the screen and was a little surprised.
"Assad actually placed the vault in such a remote location? Isn't he afraid of being discovered?"
That side turned out to be an undeveloped mountainous forest area on the island. There were even few people guarding it, and most of the kitchen waste was piled there.
It turned out to be a garbage disposal center!
(End of this chapter)
