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Chapter 363 Enraged

Faced with the incompetence of his subordinates, Assad was so enraged that he almost suffered a stroke. However, given the urgency of the situation, even if he wanted to punish those people, he could only suppress it for the time being 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 beside him.

"Immediately mobilize the classified forces on Solo Island, launch helicopters to search for those people's location, and open fire to eliminate them as soon as they are found!! Put the entire island under lockdown, and do not let a single person out of the core area, nor allow anyone to enter."

"Understood!!" The colonel immediately accepted the order and took out his walkie-talkie to begin mobilizing the troops.

"Those guys landed on my island, they must be trying to steal some valuable treasure from me, damn it! They're all annoying flies! Where are those Cuban fruit and vegetable merchants? This matter must be related to them, go and arrest all their men!" Assad questioned his subordinates.

The Haitian soldier stammered, "General, they were at a party earlier, but then they asked to go for a drive on the island, using that as an excuse to leave the core area. They don't seem to be here now, and we don't know their whereabouts. If there really has been an invasion, they are likely in the port area now, or they may have already escaped by boat."

Enraged by this, Assad roared, "Now, immediately take men and conduct a thorough search! Find those people and tear them to pieces!! Also, bring a few vehicles with me to the command center!"

Seeing this, Captain Haidi suggested, "General, the signal and power stations outside have been occupied or controlled by the enemy. We do not recommend approaching the outer areas, as they may also target our leaf greenhouse area and drug processing plant."

"I don't have time to deal with those trivial matters right now. Notify the soldiers over there to stay put and be ready for battle at any time. Make sure my assets are not destroyed by the enemy, otherwise they have no reason to stay any longer," Assad said coldly.

"Yes, sir," the captain replied, barely daring to breathe.

Soon, Assad's personal guards mobilized and brought over several armored vehicles. Surrounded by the crowd, Assad stepped out of the door and sat in one of the armored vehicles. After his personal guards got in and the doors were closed, the driver immediately started the vehicle and headed towards the command center.

It took only a few minutes to reach a residential area on the outskirts. The armored car stopped at the entrance, and Assad, under the protection of his personal guards, entered the attic.

"So this is where the command center is; it's just an ordinary-looking attic."

Since Assad's appearance, the ACR organization has focused all its spy equipment on him. Spy balloons have also locked onto his location high in the sky, tracking and monitoring him as he arrived at the mysterious command center by car, and then the signal source disappeared.

"No wonder we couldn't locate their command center. It turns out the buildings here are equipped with signal jamming materials. Assad must have spent a fortune on this! It's even more secure than military bases in North America!"

"If only a missile could hit the attic right now, it would definitely blow them to bits!"

"Impossible. Assad will definitely build a base in the basement. Even if the attic is destroyed, it will only be a facade and will not have any impact on the real command post."

"The other side has sent over another personal guard unit."

The hacker team saw through the footage transmitted by the spy balloon that after Assad arrived at the attic command room, another Haitian soldier team was dispatched from all directions. They were fully armed and drove camouflage armored vehicles to the scene. They set up defensive fortifications on the adjacent building and the ground, and even set up mortars and RPG rocket launchers.

The firepower of the two sides is not even in the same league. If the gunmen team were to rashly approach this place, they would definitely be shot to death by the other side.

After discussion, the hacker team also felt it necessary to continue trying to hack into the other side's database. At least now that both sides have their cards on the table, they can cause some interference and influence on the other side, continuously harassing them.

Without hesitation, a group of internationally renowned hackers immediately launched their trump card, hacking into the blast-proof building on Solo Island.

After leading his personal guards into the attic, Assad took the elevator to the underground command post. Upon arriving, he was amused to find only two or three people on duty.

"Call someone over here right now, you bastard!"

"Yes, General!!"

The technicians at the underground command post hurriedly called the other resident personnel, who also knew about the island's invasion and rushed over.

"General!! I'm so sorry we failed to detect the enemy's invasion in time. It's just that many people went to parties and banquets today. Our island hasn't had any problems for so many years, so we became a bit complacent..." The technical director apologized to the general with a bitter face.

Assad said without changing his expression, "It's alright, I was also at fault. I never expected that anyone would dare to plot against me. Those people are simply asking for trouble."

"We'll definitely find all those rats and tear them to pieces!!"

The chief engineer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the general had not held him accountable, and quickly pledged his loyalty.

But Assad scoffed, his voice icy as he said, "After this is over, all those on duty tonight will be frozen solid in a freezer and then thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!! I, Assad, don't need these incompetent fools!"

The chief engineer felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end, and he gasped for breath.

Assad had his personal guards bring him a chair and sat down next to the computer in the command room. Watching the busy technicians, he said, "Two-thirds of the signal 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. Their swift action caught me completely off guard, which means they planned this all along. How exactly are they monitoring me?"

"It's possible it's via spy balloons," the chief technologist cautiously suggested after careful consideration.

"Only spy balloons can remain undetected and conduct prolonged interference and hacking. The malfunction of our cameras is most likely due to those people's tricks, rather than electromagnetic interference from the sea breeze. Of course, the electromagnetic anomalies of the sea breeze certainly have an impact, but they should only account for a small portion." The chief engineer dared not speak definitively, otherwise wouldn't that mean they were all useless?

The enemy has been secretly infiltrating and monitoring them for so long, and they still haven't discovered them. How could the general possibly use them in the future? It would be good enough if he didn't throw them all into the sea to feed the sharks!

Fortunately, they discovered it in time, and the most serious consequences have not yet occurred, so there is still a chance to salvage the situation.

Assad also knew that now was not the time to pursue accountability, because if anyone were to be held responsible, it would be his brothers-in-law who bore the greatest responsibility, followed by his own poor personnel management, having hired only incompetent people.

He could have his personal guards throw those guys into the meat grinder and get rid of them, but he absolutely couldn't let the stain of his poor judgment in hiring people remain on his person, lest it affect his image of being wise and mighty!

Assad immediately asked, "Is there still a chance to call in Haitian troops for support?"

"General, we just tried to contact the military base in Haiti, but we didn't get a response. This means the enemy has interfered with the entire island, and we can't send messages out anymore. Now we can only rely on the personnel and firepower left on the island to defeat the enemy." The chief technician immediately replied, "Even if we notify the military base, it will take some time to send people over, and the navy probably won't easily send patrol boats over."

"As long as a few armed helicopters and patrol ships can get over, that will be fine."

Assad was also a little annoyed. "Since we can't mobilize the personnel from the military base, then forget it. The weapons on the island aren't that advanced, but they should be enough to deal with those flies."

As a Haitian warlord, his family's private army was far stronger than Haiti's regular army. Even the Mexican government forces didn't have many regular armed helicopters or decent naval equipment, let alone the impoverished Haiti.

But he not only has armed helicopters, but also some older patrol boats and maritime patrol vessels. There are also several armed helicopters on the island, as well as several hundred people, and anti-ship and anti-air missiles with a range of tens of kilometers.

Ordinary pirate forces and illegal armed groups are nothing compared to him; they are like eggs hitting a rock. He is the uncrowned king of the Solo Island waters!

But after so much peace and quiet, someone actually dared to provoke him? How dare those guys! There must be someone behind this!

What was even more unexpected was that the other side was actually quite capable, and his proud military force was defeated right from the start.

Two-thirds of the island's infrastructure was demolished before it was even put into use, and it was only when it was about to be moved into the backyard that his people discovered it.

Damn it, the signal has been blocked, we don't have the initiative, even if we have missiles we can't launch them. What if the missiles are jammed and end up hitting us on the head?

Assad felt somewhat frustrated. He clearly possessed powerful firepower, but he could only send a few helicopters to conduct a carpet search instead of directly pinpointing the enemy's location and launching a full-scale fire strike.

That is to say, information and intelligence are the most important.

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"The enemy probably doesn't have helicopters or naval forces; at most, they only have a few submarines and speedboats. They likely want to take some treasure from you. But they probably haven't discovered the location of the vault or the core command center yet," the chief engineer reassured General Assad.

Assad sneered, "Of course they couldn't find the vault's location, because that place is not only mysterious, but it also lacks 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 into it or find its location."

This is also a conclusion Assad drew from many bank robberies and island lord robberies: no matter how advanced the technology, it will eventually be countered by more powerful technology. But as long as I don't use technology, you can't target me.

As it turns out, the more traditional methods work better. For so many years, no one but himself has had the opportunity to open his vault.

"Connect me to those soldiers' channels. I need to direct their operations from behind the scenes," Assad ordered again.

Technicians immediately began working to help General Assad connect to the Haitian soldiers' channel. The footage showed soldiers driving military vehicles and helicopters retrieved from the armory, taking off and beginning a carpet search for the enemy's location, spreading outwards from the core area.

But before Assad could even glance at it, the screen seemed to be affected by a magnetic field, and began to display gibberish. It even played an obscure song on the channel.

"What the hell is going on?" Assad was taken aback.

The technicians, also sweating profusely, hurriedly replied, "General, the enemy has likely discovered our command post location and has begun cyberattacks and interference! Our channels have been hacked!"

Enraged, Assad roared, "Then give them a good retaliatory strike and get them off the channel!"

"We can't do it, General. Our network firewall is not as powerful as their attack, and we don't have any countermeasures software. We can only let them infect us. Now even the monitoring room has been hacked." The technician wiped away his cold sweat.

Enraged, Assad pulled out his pistol, pointed it at their heads, and yelled, "Find a way to retaliate immediately!! Otherwise, you have no reason to live, you annoying flies! I will make them pay the price!!"

The technicians were frustrated, but they had no choice but to take immediate action and do everything in their power to deal with the attack. They managed to salvage some channels and restore the picture to normal, but the interference soon returned. The technicians were also very annoyed, and a tug-of-war ensued between the two sides over network technology.

After seeing the enemy launch a counterattack, the hacker team found it difficult to suppress them and could not effectively interfere. They could only consider changing their methods to annoy the enemy. They hacked into the enemy's monitoring room, played rap music through loudspeakers to the island, and even shut down the alarm that was blaring.

The ACR organization also seized the opportunity to hack into the communication channel and sent a message to Assad: "Hello, General Assad, it is an honor to meet you today. I must say, your island's firepower is indeed very strong. Ordinary organizations simply cannot compete with you. However, we have now discovered the location of your treasure and are preparing to raid your vault. Currently, your forces are gathered in the outer area, searching for our people, but this poses no threat to us. You will not be able to find our people!"

"We can tell you plainly that our next step is to raid your treasury. We know all your operational plans, while you know nothing about our personnel. That's a real shame! Our people have also filmed all the scandals and dirty secrets on the island. From today onwards, General Assad may be utterly disgraced internationally!"

Hearing the voices coming from the channel, Assad was furious. "These damned bastards!!"

"Call a car over and send men to guard the vault immediately!" Assad shouted angrily.

"General, this is very likely just an open scheme of theirs. If we concentrate our people in the vault area, they will definitely know where the vault is," the chief engineer immediately objected.

"Even if they find out, it doesn't matter. Concentrate all our forces at the vault. I don't believe they can break through the defenses with their firepower! If they've already found the vault and taken action, and I just stand by and do nothing, who will bear my losses?" Assad was furious and embarrassed; he didn't dare to gamble on the odds.

"Understood." The chief engineer immediately notified the personnel, ordering all soldiers to assemble at the target location.

Upon receiving the message, the helicopters and armored vehicles on Solo Island immediately changed direction and headed towards a specific location on the island. The hacker intelligence team, after observing this phenomenon, looked at the dense area of ​​red dots on the screen with some disbelief.

"Assad actually placed the vault in such a remote location? Isn't he afraid of being discovered?"

That area turned out to be an undeveloped mountainous and forested area on the island, with few people guarding it, and most of the kitchen waste was dumped there.

It turned out to be a waste disposal center!

(End of this chapter)