On the wall of the three-story building, which looks like a typical American red brick exterior, hangs the nameplate of "Bainiu Information Network Services Company".
7:30 in the morning.
Tommy Blanco put on his work badge and walked into the office with a cup of Starbucks - just like an ordinary office worker.
"How's the situation?" Tommy put his backpack on the seat and glanced at several screens hanging on the wall.
The colleague on duty shrugged his shoulders and turned the pen in his hand boredly: "Everything is normal."
Tommy sat down expressionlessly, picked up the coffee he brought and took a sip, staring at the screen on the wall for a while.
Three different split screens display different satellite images.
Three different real-time satellite images show the same target.
In a certain area on the high seas, a certain target is being monitored in real time by three different satellites.
Tommy operated in front of the computer: "After forty minutes, satellite three will enter the blind spot, switch to satellite six and continue monitoring."
Tommy stared at the screen for about a minute, then sat down and looked through the duty monitoring records.
"You said..." The colleague came to Tommy's side, holding the back of his chair with his hand and sighing: "...how long do we have to do this work? I have been here for three years.
"
Tommy looked back at this young colleague and smiled: "Isn't this job good? High salary, high benefits, all insurances are paid for, and you get to get off work on time every day. I hope this job can continue like this - You should really see what the outside world has become."
The colleague muttered, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone: "I fucking retired from the Navy early and was transferred here not to do such a boring thing that wastes my life."
Tommy sighed and touched his graying hair: "When you reach my age, you will understand how valuable it is to have a stable job."
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[Bainiu Information Network Service Company]
Registered capital is US$500,000.
On paper, this is a very ordinary information processing company.
The business scope includes: information consulting, information processing, network construction solution provision, etc. According to the registration data of the municipal system, this company has been operating well for eight years since its registration, and its book and tax status are clean even those of the IRS (Federal Taxation Service)
Even the vultures can't find anything wrong with it.
——Of course Tommy knew that these clean and unremarkable accounts were actually written by those vultures.
In fact, this [Bainiu Information Network Services Company] is just a cover.
Its true identity is a secret surveillance agency affiliated with the Langley Building (CIA).
The eleven members of the surveillance team, including Tommy, are all professionally trained surveillance and information analysis and processing personnel, as well as four armed security personnel transferred from the army.
In addition, the monitoring authority of six satellites can be mobilized at any time, and a water-cooled high-density server hidden in the basement of the building is used for information analysis and processing. The red authority of the federal highest security information network can be entered at any time.
Eight years ago, on the first day when this company was founded.
Tommy Blanco, who had just been transferred from an intelligence analysis department of the CIA at that time, looked at the boss of the newly established surveillance team standing in front of him, pointing one finger at his own eyes and the other at the surveillance screen.
Roaring at himself, the spit almost sprayed into his face.·
"We have only one job!
All eleven monitoring members are divided into three groups in shifts, six satellites have time-period monitoring rights, and 100 hours of coverage monitoring data are stored in the server!
All goals are for one: keep an eye on that damn guy!
Keep an eye on him!!
Make sure there are no blind spots, no dark time periods, no blind spots, all day long, all year round, keep an eye on him!! This is not my request! It is an order from Langley Building, an order from the White House!"
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Yes, keep an eye on that guy.
To be precise: it is on the high seas, with a certain longitude and latitude as the center, and a radius of no more than 200 nautical miles.
According to the order: the target is a boat, and there is a person on the boat... This person, this boat, must move within this range, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not allowed to exceed this activity area, otherwise...
At that time, Tommy, who had just arrived at the job, couldn't help but ask his boss a question: What if he runs away? "
I remember that at that time, the boss with a fierce expression suddenly froze for a moment, and there was a strange meaning in his eyes.
"...If something like that happens...it's not something we can handle. Someone else will deal with it...I hope it can be f**ked up...well no, I hope something terrible like that never happens
occur."
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Eight years, 2894 days and nights, 69456 hours.
Tommy has been staying in Altoona, monitoring this target.
Fortunately, the situation my boss mentioned never happened.
Many times, Tommy couldn't help but think about this: He, a senior CIA intelligence information processing expert, was placed in this small town in central Pennsylvania for eight years. If it were revealed, he had spent eight years.
Years of life are spent here just to...
Monitoring a boat that is always going in circles.
Would anyone believe such a thing?
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Over the past eight years, Tommy has also thought about why so much manpower and material resources are spent on monitoring such a ship that is always swimming within a radius of 200 nautical miles? What is on this ship? Who are the people on this ship?
What Tommy Blanco didn't know was that in addition to Country M, there were intelligence organizations from more than six countries and regional alliances around the world. On a night eight years ago, similar organizations were also established at the same time.
The goal and mission are also very consistent: keep an eye on this ship!
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Tommy took the last sip of coffee, threw the paper cup into the trash can, and looked at the time.
8:01 in the morning.
There are less than ten minutes left until my 69,457th hour in this company.
He stretched subconsciously and glanced at the screen on the wall again.
On the screen, the logo representing the ship is moving.
"It seems a bit fast?" Tommy couldn't help but rub his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.
Moreover, the direction of the target's movement is getting closer and closer to the critical point of 200 nautical miles radius marked by the surveillance!
Tommy opened his mouth subconsciously.
A few seconds later, when the ship's logo finally touched the critical point marking line on the screen...
Tommy suddenly jumped up as if he was electrocuted, his expression was horrified.
"WTF!!!"
The sound came from behind. Two colleagues on duty in the same group were staring at the screen, and one of them made a sound.
Tommy instantly felt a surge of blood in his head... as if he had been waiting for this moment for eight years of work.
At this moment, Tommy, as a civilian intelligence officer, did not realize anything more. In addition to being shocked, there was even a hint of absurdity in his heart.
...actually, really, happened?
Tommy reacted immediately, hurriedly picked up the phone on the table and pressed a button.
"BOSS, something happened."
"What?" the boss's voice came from the phone.
Tommy swallowed: "Red alert."
On the other end of the phone, there was an angry curse - it seemed like the boss had spilled the coffee.
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Four minutes later, in an office in Langley Building (CIA headquarters), a gloomy-looking middle-aged man picked up the phone and listened, then silently put it down and cursed: "WTF!"
Eight minutes later, in the largest office of the White House, an old white man picked up the phone and after listening, he couldn't help but cursed: "WTF!"
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December 23, 2021 at 11:21 am local time.
British Lonehill Island in the South Pacific.
The entrance of a local shop on the hillside.
A middle-aged man in a sweatshirt was sitting on a rock smoking a cigarette.
The middle-aged man sat on the stone, turned around and looked down the mountain. He didn't light another cigarette until a silver yacht slowly sailed away from the dock.
But after just one breath, he started coughing violently.
However, the middle-aged man didn't seem to care. Instead, he turned around and waved to a vendor sitting next to a shop not far away with a floor full of fruits.
The vendor seemed stunned for a moment.
"Okay, come here." The middle-aged man frowned and sighed while holding a cigarette: "Let all your people come out too."
The vendor seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and slowly stood up and walked over.
As he walked, he took off his coat, revealing the tactical vest underneath. He performed two actions at the same time.
One is to let your companions show up.
The other one raised his hands high to show that he had no intention of attacking.
Centered on the middle-aged people, on the hillside, around nine o'clock and three o'clock, from behind the trees and the hillside, a group of fully armed warriors quickly emerged.
The middle-aged man looked at it and whistled: "Six tactical groups, are there any others?"
The merchant walked up to him slowly: "There are four sniper positions aimed at this place. There is a navy submarine waiting nearby in the water. As long as I give the order, your men and the ship will not be able to go far at all."
We will sink it!"
The middle-aged man curled his lips and smiled disdainfully: "Put away this meaningless threat. You can't afford that price. Now, you must have a satellite phone with you, right? Let me talk to someone who can keep his word."
"You shouldn't have broken the agreement, you walked out of the safe zone we agreed on!" The merchant looked gloomy: "Langley Building and the White House are very dissatisfied with this."
The middle-aged man shook his head: "Then let those dissatisfied guys go to hell. Now, let me talk to the person who can really take charge."
The vendor gritted his teeth, turned around and took out a satellite phone. After connecting it, he whispered a few words, stood up straight subconsciously, then turned around and handed over the phone with a complicated expression.
The middle-aged man answered the phone with a cigarette butt between his fingers.
His eyes looked at the coastline in the distance, as if carelessly. Then he made a face: Hello, Mr. President... Um... Um... Hi! Don't curse!
"...Okay, okay, I understand, now is no longer the time to complain." The middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette while talking on the phone: "Any agreement will expire at some point. I have been at sea for eight years."
I have given enough face to the great United States, and now, I just want to step on the soil of the land and smoke a cigarette."
"...We don't need to beat around the bush. You know my physical condition very well. You will check every time I buy a piece of potato on my ship. You are also very clear about the medicines I take regularly. Your medical experts must have recommended my medicines."
The physical condition and the progression of the disease are deteriorating, isn’t it?”
"Then let's make a deal, yes, one last deal, now is the time."
"The sixteen sets of nuclear bomb codes I stole from you will all be invalidated, and all counter-detonation procedures will be automatically canceled after three months. My request is very simple: three months. Within three months, you must not
Take any steps to hunt down my people. My people will go underwater and disappear from this world."
"As for after three months, you can do whatever you want, I have no control over it."
"This is my final condition. If you accept it, we can open a champagne ceremony remotely. If you don't accept it... BOOM! Is it exciting if a local nuclear bomb explodes?" The middle-aged man held the phone a little further from his ear.
At one o'clock, a roaring voice seemed to come from the phone.
The middle-aged man continued to laugh, then his face turned serious and he said: "Okay, stop slamming the table and put away your acting skills towards Congress. I just want to ask you now, is it a deal? Mr. President?"
The other end of the phone became quiet. The middle-aged man whispered something to the other end of the phone and returned the phone to the vendor.
The merchant answered the phone, listened for a while, and then hung up with a complicated expression.
A few minutes later, a bottle of champagne was delivered.
The vendor opened it with his own hands, but the middle-aged man simply threw away the cup and took the bottle over.
"The taste is average." The middle-aged man took a sip from the bottle and curled his lips: "Considering the tight time and urgent task, you can immediately bring out a bottle of champagne instead of mouthwash. I am satisfied with the work efficiency of Langley Building."
.”
As he spoke, he raised the champagne bottle and made a toast gesture to Tian Zu.
"They are watching us with satellites, aren't they?" The middle-aged man smiled.
"So, is this the last moment?" The vendor suddenly sneered: "The most notorious terrorist gangster in the world is listed as the most dangerous person in 14 countries, banned from entry and wanted in 32 countries.
Underground King, is your end today?"
"You seem to have a grudge against me?" The middle-aged man looked at the vendor with a smile.
The merchant shook his head and said in a sarcastic tone: "I, together with the three departments of Langley Building, and more than 400 of the best elites of the American intelligence services, have been 'serving' for you for the past eight years." When it comes to the word "service"
At this time, this guy seemed to be gritting his teeth.
"Hahahaha." The middle-aged man laughed: "I just like your expression: you can't stand me, but you can't kill me."
"This is not a joke." The merchant said solemnly: "Lord Lucifer!"
When the middle-aged man heard this name, his eyes suddenly flashed with sharpness, he raised his eyelids and smiled: "Actually, I don't like this nickname you gave me at all. According to the tradition of my hometown, I prefer
Others call me...Yam Luo!"
The middle-aged man put down the champagne bottle and lit another cigarette.
But this time, his fingers were trembling slightly.
The merchant looked hard and made a gesture secretly, and the armed men around him tried to move closer.
"It's useless." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed to his head: "The brain tumor cells have spread to the cerebral cortex and compressed the right spine. What's more, I also took some medicine that allows me to accurately grasp the time of death. I
There is still life left..."
The middle-aged man lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "Ten..."
"Nine."
"eight."
The vendor exclaimed: "Back off!!"
The armed men dispersed quickly.
The vendor rushed forward and helped the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man raised his head and smiled: "How do you think a person like me could let myself be captured by you? The guy in the White House understands it, but you don't. Five...four..."
The merchant gritted his teeth: "Fake!! I will catch all your companions! I swear!!"
The middle-aged man looked disdainful: "Stop bragging, you don't have that ability, and your president doesn't dare to issue such an order. Three...two...one."
"I really wish I could see them again, but... angels should go to heaven, and devils like me should go to hell..."
"Zero! Hell...I'm coming...hahaha..."
Watching the middle-aged man slowly close his eyes and lose his breath...
The merchant exhaled and waved his arms.
Armed men rushed forward quickly, as well as prepared medical personnel.
After cursing in a low voice, the vendor tore off the tactical vest and threw it to his men. He grabbed a medical expert and said, "I don't know much about medicine, but he said that the brain tumor cells spread to the cerebral cortex and compressed the spine... something like this
people……"
The medical expert looked strange: "I can only say that even a Siberian white bear, under such circumstances, can only lie on the hospital bed and cannot move a finger."
The vendor's eyes were complicated: "But just a minute ago, he was smoking cigarettes, drinking champagne, and cursing with our president over the phone."
"...I can only say that this is a miracle." The medical expert stammered.
"Huh!" The vendor often exhaled and looked solemnly: "Fortunately, this miracle... is over! It is very lucky for the United States! This devil finally went to hell... no, it should be said that he returned to hell! He
It was originally supposed to belong there."
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2000, December 23, 11:45 am.
No. 8 Vocational High School, JN District, Jinling City, Sudong Province, China
Grade 2(6) class
A young man suddenly woke up from his sleeping position on his desk.
On the podium, the math teacher was pointing at a question on the blackboard.
It is known that log3(x-2y)+log3(x+2y)=1+log3x+log3y, find the value of log2x-log2y...
The math teacher threw away the chalk, then looked around, stared at the boy, and pointed at him.
"You, Chen Nuo! Come up and solve it."
The young man's eyes were dazed for a moment, then he slowly focused and looked at the classmates around him, at the classroom, and then at the blackboard...
The afternoon sun, the dilapidated classrooms, the white walls...
Looking at the string of math problems on the blackboard...
"emmmm...this is really...hell..."
The young man suddenly smiled bitterly and sighed. His eyes were as bright as stars.