In the 300-person conference hall of the Table Bay Hotel in Cape Town, South Africa, there were twelve GTC standing committee members, ninety-seven non-voting members, the "World" operations team headed by Dr. Bartholomew, and the senior management of Taihao Company headed by Wu Tianlan.
The staff members were sitting around the three-dimensional data projection in the center of the conference hall, listening to Bartholomew's analysis report on the "world" operating data.
At this time, someone walked into the venue and said something in the ear of GTC Standing Committee and Annual Executive Chairman Dr. Mark Thompson. Thompson nodded, stood up, and interrupted the speech on the stage: "Sorry, Brandon, there is an emergency.
happened, the briefing from the Counter-Terrorism Intelligence Division will be advanced."
Bartholomew used the remote control to turn off the complex data model and walked back to his seat silently.
Wu Tianlan, who was sitting next to him, was wearing a lake blue silk top and a pair of slightly old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses. "Don't be angry, they always put killing things first. For safety reasons
Think about it, there's nothing wrong with it." Wu patted his arm and consoled him. Bartholomew's messy gray beard trembled slightly and said nothing.
"Yorden?" Thompson made an invitation gesture towards a dark-skinned middle-aged man.
Member of the GTC Standing Committee and Director of the Counter-Terrorism Intelligence Division, Yorden Smith walked to the center of the conference hall with a huge body nearly seven feet tall, lit up the projection, and a slowly rotating earth appeared in everyone's sight.
The sphere is marked with GTC countries in blue, IPU countries in red, and neutral countries or anarchy-level network hub countries in black. In Europe, the Middle East, and the Far East, IPU countries are like blood drops spattered on the blue wall, although the number is small.
It is pitiful, but extremely conspicuous; except for South Africa, Algeria, Nigeria, Egypt, Morocco and other more developed countries, which are blue, most countries on the African continent are lifeless black. Central Africa, Sierra Leone, Congo, Djibouti and other countries are
IPU members are competing with GTC member states.
Smith zoomed in on the Ukraine area and positioned it at 51 degrees 23 minutes 14 seconds north latitude and 30 degrees 6 minutes 41 seconds east longitude. The huge smooth steel dome "ark" of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant clearly appeared on the satellite image.
"These are photos taken four hours ago." Smith drew a circle around the "Ark" with the laser pointer in his hand. "The idiots in the Communications Office didn't discover the tens of thousands of photos they took in four hours until twenty minutes ago.
They are all fakes. Someone played a little trick and deceived us for three hours and forty minutes."
The venue was filled with buzzing discussions.
"Fifteen days ago we received intelligence that the IPU militant organization might carry out terrorist operations in Chernobyl, and I sent a team in completely legally.
Just now, the team exchanged fire with terrorists and killed the other party's chief scientist who was in charge of the operation.
Originally, the boys could have done better, but the idiots of the Far East Special Service Group sent an optical camouflage team across the border to conduct a raid on terrorist peripheral personnel without GTC approval, killing ten Ukrainian soldiers. After losing four of their own, let
The terrorist turtle retreated into the 'ark'.
All this happened under the watchful eye of numerous surveillance cameras. Mr. Dupont, do you realize how big your trouble is?" Smith's eyes coldly swept across the area where the committee members were present. A fat white man with sweaty brows was shaking all over and didn't dare to
Make eye contact with him.
"I just received news that the Ukrainian president's office called to question the truth of the matter and submitted a protest to the United Nations - of course we deny responsibility for this matter - but the Ukrainians left an ultimatum: get everything done within three hours and evacuate the border, otherwise
Send regular troops to clear the area," Thompson added.
The discussion in the conference room became louder, and Bartholomew rubbed his eyebrows irritably. Wu Tianlan handed over the water glass with concern: "Are you okay?"
The Father of Creation shook his head.
"It's now 11:04. Let's solve the problem before 14:00. Mr. Sergey of the Ukrainian Socialist Party is our good friend and he promised to try his best to help. Where is the largest GTC armed base in Eastern Europe? Mr. Dupont?" Smith asked.
The fat man kept wiping his sweat with a checkered handkerchief and said nervously: "Poland, Mr. Smith. Ten A-level action teams, one mechanized unit, four drones, and one equipped with 'Mr. Big' tactical weapons."
S-class action team."
"Too far. Does the drone have a crew capsule delivery device?" Smith turned the map.
"Yes." Du Pang took out his personal computer and enlarged the screen to scroll quickly.
"I want you to place the S-class action team on the north side of the Ark before 12:30, taking Mr. Big with you." Smith arranged, then turned to Dr. Thompson: "Mark, I ordered my people to guard the north gate.
A few people from idiot Du Pang were guarding the south gate. No matter what the terrorists wanted to do, they couldn't finish it before reinforcements arrived. In addition, there was a woman in the ninth department, and it was she who killed the opponent's chief scientist."
"Can any information come out?" Thompson turned to ask a member of the Standing Committee next to him. The old man in charge of the "9th Branch" of the secret service replied softly: "No, the Ark itself is shielded from radiation. There is no connection path."
Thompson nodded, "Yorden, continue the briefing."
Smith waved the remote control, and Balvendra's unclear profile appeared in the projection. Someone at the table exclaimed: "It's him!"
"Our old friend. In Central Africa more than three years ago, he led the volunteer corps to support the coup that overthrew the GTC's intended president and brought General Lassich Okoronkwo to power. Okonkwo is a complete idiot. He
Making Central Africa the first IPU country in Africa, I bet he doesn’t even know what IPU is.” Smith commented.
"Let me add," the Director of the Ninth Division moved his withered lips, "We planned six assassinations in three years, and except for killing several of his deputies in a car bombing, we achieved nothing. He is a cunning man.
The Indian Fox.”
Smith switched the screen, and a video recorded during the firefight between the lurking troops appeared on the projection. The picture captured by the three-dimensional camera was combined with the detailed data model of the "Ark", and it looked like a process replay of some kind of shooting game.
Several terrorists appearing on the screen are specially marked, accompanied by investigation records and risk assessments.
The two sides launched guerrilla operations around the "sarcophagus" of Chernobyl. The tactical performance of the close combat was basically the same between the terrorists and the special service team, and there were no casualties until the spies from the Ninth Branch shot and killed the scientists and hid, and the terrorists
Intensifying firepower, the SWAT team exited the north gate of the Ark and connected the data link, immediately turning on the optical camouflage. The terrorists did not pursue them and closed the gate from the inside.
Next is the second paragraph. The team sneaking from the Hungarian border raided the remaining personnel with the optical camouflage turned on, killing the Ukrainian soldiers. The remaining terrorists fled into the south gate and closed the gate. This scene was caused by the optical camouflage.
Interference appears less clear.
"Wait a minute. Who is this person?" the director of the Ninth Division asked, pointing to the blurry figure on the screen. This was the last moment recorded by a dead soldier, and the M1911 pistol in the other person's hand was firing violently.
Smith gestured behind him, and a technician from the Communications Office unfolded his portable computer. He tried his best to focus, cut, and enhance the images of this person in several videos, but in the end he got the clearest freeze-frame image, which was the fire hose that exploded after being activated.
When firing a high-pressure gas tank from the front, the face is still unclear.
“No usable comparison information is available.” the technical staff reported.
"I'm more concerned about how they saw the soldiers under the cover of optical camouflage and how they turned on the fire hose." Thompson twirled his chin. "Are there hackers lurking nearby?"
"Ukraine's national firewall won't be so vulnerable," Smith said. "In short, we hope that the Communications Department will make a report after the meeting. I will continue. The terrorists' plot against Chernobyl was through the IPU.
It was obtained by a senior administrative official. He was not a member of the Ninth Division, but a direct line of the Counter-Terrorism Intelligence Division. We invested a lot of resources to help him gain status. After the news came out, he was immediately used by IPU militants as a spy.
The crime is punished."
"Indian - Chernobyl - dirty bomb. This is the key message of the quantum encrypted text he sent.
We have some doubts about the authenticity of this information. GTC atomic energy scientists believe that digging out nuclear materials from the underground of the sarcophagus of Chernobyl Unit 4 to make a dirty bomb requires extremely strict radiation protection equipment.
A large number of construction machinery takes great risks and takes a long time. All of this requires very professional atomic energy scientific guidance.
I believe that even if they could have done it, they no longer had the ability to obtain nuclear materials after the death of the university professor named Tariq. As soon as reinforcements arrived, attack immediately," Smith concluded.
"Then what are they doing inside now?" the director of the Ninth Division said thoughtfully.
"Who knows," Smith replied.
Vasya sat by the wall, covering the small bullet hole in his abdomen. Blood left from between his fingers, and a small pool of blood accumulated under him. All members of Shiva had returned to the south gate airlock, and Su
Aunt La gently put down the body of Professor Tariq, and everyone silently clapped their hands to the old man.
Sniper Joe sat opposite Vasya, stared at the pale double agent and said: "This bullet has a reduced charge. The hydrostatic pressure will have very little shock to the organs. You will bleed to death like this. It will cost you five dollars."
Hours of time. The longest five hours of your life.”
"Jo..." Amber tugged on his sleeve.
The Italian's eyes were indifferent and he said no more.
People took off their helmets and sat down, replenishing food and water.
"It's really amazing. We had a picnic with radioactive sources in a steel coffin, and there was a strange woman beside us who was about to bleed to death." Gu Tie took a bite of the energy bar and commented.
"What's the next plan, leader?" Timpani asked.
"Eat first, don't talk about work while eating." Gu Tie hurriedly waved his hands, "Oh shit! You knocked my teeth loose." He chewed the food and suddenly cursed.
"You hit harder. What kind of punch was that?" Barr's expression seemed calm, and he rubbed his chest from time to time.
"I learned a little bit of Bajiquan from Lao Zhao, who cares for the yard at home. I'm pragmatic and didn't work hard, otherwise you would have died long ago." Gu Tie replied.
"Where's Chinese Kung Fu?"
"Don't dare to take it seriously."
The two looked at each other and chewed something enthusiastically.
Once no one spoke, the "Ark" became as quiet as a tomb, and Major Denblin stopped shouting with the loudspeaker. Gu Tie couldn't help but miss his English with a strong Polish accent.