The abrupt power outage illuminated three pairs of eyes in the darkness for a fleeting moment, filled with uncertainty.


    As Hank stood bewildered in the dimness, a loud voice red through the inte.


    A voice eximed, “Why is there a power outage?! Our monitoring systems arepletely down!”


    Another responded, “All detection equipment is offline, nothing is visible in the central control room, and the Identification Friend or Foe system is out ofmission!”


    A third voice questioned, “What’s happening?! Doesn’t this vi have two power supply lines?!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Someone retorted, “Having two or three lines doesn’t matter! The critical issue is that the power is gone! Where is the logistics support leader?! Why wasn’t an emergency power supply arranged?!”


    Others chimed in, “No one mentioned needing an emergency power supply! Even the FBI doesn’t always carry backup power unless they’re on a mission to the Middle East or Afghanistan! With so much equipment requiring high power, what do you expect? Should I bring in a power supply truck for you?”


    “What the hell! Are you serious?”


    “Are you just making excuses? Do you have any idea how powerful the various monitoring systems in the central control room and on the roof are? If you can onlyin, then step aside!”


    The unexpected power failure left the usually professional team feeling somewhat disoriented.


    In vi areas equipped with dual power lines, power outages are a rare urrence, happening perhaps once every decade or so.


    Moreover, this residence was originally a private home that the Rothschild family acquired to surveil the neighboring Zhou family manor. To them, this was akin to a pack of tigers lying in wait for a mouse—an entirely illegal act of dominance.


    Located merely a few dozen kilometers from New York, this vi is right in the heart of Rothschild territory, making everyone feel exceptionally secure. The greatest concern among them was whether the mouse they aimed to catch had slipped into their trap unnoticed. No one anticipated that the mouse would dare enter the den of the tigers.


    It felt akin to police officers setting a trap to catch a suspect; their only worry was whether the suspect would show up or escape, never considering that the criminal might infiltrate their own headquarters.


    Thus, when Hank first arrived for a security evaluation, he never imagined this location could be attacked.


    Even now, despite the power outage, he didn’t believe anyone would dare to assault them.


    Instead, he instinctively felt that the outage had been orchestrated to facilitate a theft of the Sifang Treasure Tower!


    After all, while the Rothschild family had installed a multitude of advanced technology to ensure tight security, the drawbacks of such high-tech systems were ring. Once the power ran out, everything would be utterly useless.


    Anyone familiar with the game Red Alert understands that regardless of the number of cannons, prism towers, SAM missiles, or air-to-ground defenses built to the maximum, if the power supply falters, all equipment will lose its functionality.<fn4ffb> This content belongs to fin?novel</fn4ffb>