Amu Island-London City.
At the west end of Downing Street, in an inconspicuous small building.
The leader was a seventy-year-old woman, and a group of seven people were discussing the murder of a member of the SAS Special Air Service in Los Angeles.
A middle-aged man with a tattoo on his neck and a sense of strength all over his body guessed, "It looks like the tactics of evil forces in the Middle East."
"It does look similar, but the evil forces in the Middle East cannot enter the allied countries," the seventy-year-old woman asked, "Is there any other reason?"
Everyone looked at each other silently, because there were too many tasks to perform, too many bad things to do, and there were too many people with motives to count.
I can only start recalling the bad things I did recently.
He had ambushed a tribal leader named Ah Khan, helped the allies assassinate the scientist Paulang, helped the allies plot against the Z people, and most recently raided a stronghold of the rebel Leili.
If you think about it carefully, these people are all capable of revenge, and it's hard to figure out who the murderer is for a while.
At this time, the office door was pushed open from the outside, and a female civilian officer walked in and quickly reported: "Ten minutes ago, three Amu nationals were beheaded in Phuket..."
As she spoke, the female civilian officer looked at the middle-aged man with a tattoo on his neck and a sense of power all over his body, "They are Mr. Martin Smith's parents and sister."
His brain exploded, and the tall and strong Martin Smith almost lost his balance.
"It must be Raleigh!" Martin Smith shouted with a terrifying expression, "It must be him, because we raided his hiding place and killed his assistant, so we took revenge!"
The leader, 70-year-old Holly Sutton, frowned slightly. She felt that this judgment was very emotional, but it also made sense.
Because the identities of all members of the SAS Special Air Service Regiment are kept secret, it is possible for Reilly to obtain information through his own convenience before becoming a rebel.
"Martin," Holly Sutton decided, worried that the other party would be too excited, "according to regulations, you will take leave starting today."
While talking, Holly Sutton personally took away Martin Smith's gun.
After leaving the secret command headquarters, Martin Smith decided to take revenge on his own. Just like in the movie, he would grab a few good friends and kill them to the extreme!
At the same time, Candela came to North Africa.
Because of the war, there were scrapped cars everywhere on both sides of the road, there were very few pedestrians, and occasionally gunshots could be heard in the distance.
A cold wind blew through, and the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees were fluttering, giving a strong sense of doom.
This made her suddenly feel that her behavior was wrong and she should wait and try again.
Having made up his mind, Candela decided to leave, but found that he was surrounded by six men and women in civilian clothes with guns.
"Miss Candela," the leading middle-aged woman said, "please come with us, Mr. Reilly wants to meet you."
Because his father was the founder of the second software, Candela was really not afraid at all and agreed with a smile.
Just like Xiao Yunyun, if someone dares to touch her, the consequences will be beautiful.
Still like little Jeb.
King Jebu has been tracking down the murderer. To this end, he personally came to Ulaanbaatar and met General Gong.
Looking at the middle-aged man with a broad body and a big back sitting behind the desk, Jeb Brown said hello, "General, long time no see."
"The last time we met was seven years ago, when I was General Peng's assistant."
Looking at Jeb Brown, who is about 1.9 meters tall and of medium build, 66 years old this year, Jiang Jungong said in a relaxed tone, "I didn't expect that when we meet again, you would have become the governor."
Jeb Brown nodded, "Come here this time. I need your help with two things."
General Gong knew all about Jeb Brown's visit.
"We have done our best regarding the disappearance of your son in Ulaanbaatar."
Jeb Brown pressed, "Is there anyone you suspect?"
Unexpectedly, General Gong pointed at himself, "I was hunting down defecting scientists and arranged a large-scale bombardment. It's highly likely, possible, maybe."
Jeb Brown: "!!!"
"It turns out that this is just a guess," General Gong said calmly, "Since we can't find anyone, there is a high probability that he is gone."
"General tribute!" Jeb Brown roared ferociously: "You think I can't do anything to you!"
"Sit down and chat," General Gong said calmly throughout the whole process, pointing to the chair opposite the desk, "My people are restricted from entering the allied countries. You must solve this matter, and visas will not be allowed in the future;
I also need 50 units, five types of 3-nanometer mother beds produced by Sijing Group, with no usage restrictions and no remote backdoor lock;
In addition, we need 400,000 tons of sugar and 200,000 tons of cocoa beans. "
"No problem," Jeb Brown sat down, "I will do my best to handle these three things."
General Gong nodded appreciatively, "We have discovered a new rare earth deposit, but if we set up a factory in Ulaanbaatar to purify it, tax evasion will be severely punished."
"This is great," Jeb Brown promised. "There will be a small target investment of 10 meters, and the factory will be set up in place. There will be no tax evasion or tax avoidance."
"10-year mining rights."
Jeb Brown was quite satisfied, "This is really good."
"Your youngest son?"
"Death is death," Jeb Brown said, patting his chest. "I still have an eldest son, not to mention I can continue to live."
Across the desk, General Gong stretched out his hand, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Jeb Brown got off his chair and bent down to shake hands with General Gong. "It was quite pleasant."
General Gong smiled.
For him, mining is a bargaining chip. It not only earns money, but also provides jobs and taxes, as well as additional benefits.
Jeb Brown laughs too.
He claims to be a king to rule the people, whoever believes this is a fool.
Otherwise, why would a business empire that originally only owned restaurants, theaters, wine estates, hotels, ski resorts, etc. be involved in minerals?
Far beyond the surface.
Zhang Jing didn’t know that people like Holly Sutton and Martin Smith existed, but he also saw Phuket news on YouTube.
Because the rulers were different, the pictures I saw were a little bloody.
I don’t know the contents of the deal between Jeb Brown and General Gong.
Push away and gently push Silan away, letting Zhang Xiaojing leave the big and soft body.
In his heart, Zhang Jing felt more and more that the surface of the earth was too dangerous, and he became more and more certain of Ding Jiaqi's original artificial intelligence plan.
In theory, as long as artificial intelligence is smart enough, it can greatly improve a person's safety.
I don’t know how much the beautiful big cock can improve the research and development progress.
Under normal circumstances, developing a new artificial intelligence would take about ten years based on the envisaged huge scale.
Leopard’s artificial intelligence research and development has just entered its third year.
The cost of purchasing huge-capacity storage equipment, high-power graphics cards, supercomputers, and employees has already reached a small target of more than 60 meters.
He also looked completely mindless.
As for private company satellite plans, Zhang Jing also supports them.
He had never thought of it before. According to Ding Jiaqi, this matter was not difficult. All he had to do was report to the United Nations Space Development Agency in advance and find a private launch company to send the satellite to the sky.
If you don’t seek to bully others, you can at least have safer communication conditions.
If you are more willing, you can send a few more to provide signal services for robots produced at home in the future.
Silan didn't know that her boyfriend had many thoughts on his mind, so he put down his gray sweater and walked into the bathroom.
