Millennial world.
"Do you think this video is real?"
In a conference room, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character and a military uniform asked while watching the live video of Deng Zhenhua and Shi Dafan knocking out the elites.
In fact, he has watched this video dozens of times, but he still can't believe that the elites in his team are just like a group of children. They are worse than children, and they are treated silently like this. , hundreds of people showed no resistance at all.
He always had an unreal feeling.
"Huh~~, why don't you believe it yet? Aren't the facts right in front of you?"
An old male voice said.
This man's face was already wrapped in smoke. There was a mountain of cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him, and it was obvious that he was not at peace in his heart.
"I know it's true, but I can't accept this fact. These boys are all real elites. They have been selected through hellish training. How could they be knocked down so easily? ."
The middle-aged man with a Chinese character said, banging his fist on the table.
"Although I don't believe it, these two security guards are right. If you haven't seen anyone killed with blood, you are not considered an elite. You can only be regarded as a sword without an edge. These two people are the real elites."
A gray-haired man next to the middle-aged man with a Chinese character pointed at Shi Dafan and Deng Zhenhua and said: "They have a complete set of bloodless red flags, with at least a hundred lives on them. I haven't seen them in almost twenty years." Such an excellent sniper team, they choose the most secretive route for every action. This kind of choice cannot be practiced in the training ground, it can only be achieved by rolling in blood and fire. "
The gray-haired man put his hands together in front of his nose, with a smile on his lips, but it was a cruel one.
"What's wrong, what are you thinking about?"
The middle-aged man looked at this man and said.
"I wonder if we had a sniper team like this in 1998."
The gray-haired guy said with red eyes: "I shouldn't have laid off all the old people in the first place, otherwise I wouldn't have been so passive at the time."
When this man spoke, his teeth clenched.
"Stop talking, no one thought of that. Besides, it's not like you don't know our situation. We laid off people for construction."
The bald old man sitting in the main seat knocked on the table with his right hand and said, his left hand clenched his fist tightly, blood was flowing out, but there was no expression on his face, as if he felt no pain.
The gray-haired man glanced at the old man and said nothing, just lowered his head.
"Okay, you all tell me whether this is true!"
The bald old man watched the man lower his head, took out his tablet and said.
"The world in 2012? It's really unbelievable."
A young man in his thirties sitting on the left side of the old man quickly moved his finger across the screen and browsed the content on it.
"One thing I am sure of is that on July 13, 2000, we will become the host country of the 2008 Olympic Games. The Olympic Committee has already told us this, but our organizing committee has not told anyone. "
A woman in her fifties on the left said.
"Yeah, it's already been booked. This is one thing, but what about the others?"
The bald old man asked.
"We can't be sure about this."
The people on the left shook their heads, how could they confirm something that didn't happen.
"MBT-2000, we have already developed it. We have manufactured the test model just over a month ago. This one is the same as ours. All the parameters are similar, but theirs is better than ours."
A short, stocky middle-aged man on the right said.
"There are other weapons and equipment mentioned above that we are currently developing, or have been finalized, and there are also projects that have just been approved."
Said a man with a scar on his face on the right. The scar on his face was scratched directly from the corner of his right eye, and could still be seen on his neck, disappearing into the collar, as if he had been chopped off with a knife.
"So, we have no secrets from them, right?"
A bald old man on the left said.
"right."
The scar-faced man said.
"Did you watch the process of the two of them disappearing? Do you have any ideas?"
The old man continued.
"My subordinate Gong Hanzhang now completely believes in them. Moreover, the psychological defense has been broken and cannot be recovered in a short time. Even if he recovers, the other party will not talk to him. They have slapped us. , I gave Tianzao just to negotiate with our senior management, and Han Zhang’s identity seems wrong to them.”
The old man took out the cigarette from the cigarette case with his left hand, put it in his mouth and lit it. When he stood up, he realized that his right hand was missing. He was one-armed.
The one-armed old man sat in front of the projector and smoked a cigarette. Everyone else was looking at him, but no one spoke.
"For what Qiu Feng gave me, the Academy of Sciences sent me information. Some of the technologies in it are about fifteen to twenty years ahead of us, and are at least five generations ahead of the latest technology on the market."
It was indeed almost this time, because in the millennium, Zhuxia's technology was still in a relatively weak state, and many technologies had not yet begun to develop.
In the world, the latest technology will not be used. What is put into the market is already weak technology. Those capitalists will not use new technology before they have the old technology and squeeze out the benefits. This is true in vitamin C. This can be seen in C manufacturing technology.
So what the one-armed old man said is correct, but no one knows why he mentioned this.
"We select a few people to talk to them directly. No matter whether it is true or false, we have to talk about it. Once it is true, we will make a lot of money. Even if it is false, we will get These things are also a great improvement to our technology, and I don’t think it is fake. There are some things in it that I can’t tell you, but what I can tell you is that we have already investigated the Bald Eagle. All technology companies don’t have these things, and even research on these things has just started.”
The one-armed old man held a cigarette in his mouth, took out some mobile phone parts from his trouser pocket, and showed them to the people in the conference room.
There were expressions of distress and regret on everyone's faces. How could a good thing be dismantled?
And these people are a little curious about what the one-armed old man said, that he explored all the technology companies in Bald Eagle.
"Do we still have top insiders in Bald Eagle now?"
This thought flashed through everyone's mind.
