Simmons is very correct in keeping people away.
Because he doesn't know at all whether this thing is a great peace.
But regardless of whether it's Great Peace or not, this thing is indeed a dangerous item.
This is the only thing that everyone can confirm.
Seeing that everything was arranged, Simmons led people into the underground bunker. At the same time, a large number of radiation protection troops appeared in the surrounding area for 10 kilometers, sealing off the nearby area for a gas leak.
It is a very correct approach. It is not like this. In a country with such a developed media, blocking an area without justifiable reasons will attract the attention of the media.
This kind of attention is not what Simmons wants.
What he hoped most was that this thing was either a great peace or a scam.
But after seeing Xiang Yu's departure mode, he understood that this thing was probably true.
That's why he is so cautious.
"Is the time up? It's half an hour. Now I want to know how long it will be. I can't wait."
Simmons sat in front of the TV station with his arms folded, tapping his arms with his fingers, and his expression became extremely serious, which was completely different from his previous performance.
"By the way, tell the intelligence department that guy went to the shit city, no, the romance city."
Simmons shook his head, "I was led astray. Paris is a romantic city, not a shit city. Although I think the name shit city is more suitable for Paris than the romantic city. Where I have always stepped on dog poop. There are more dogs than people. They relieve themselves casually and never need to take into account our presence. The smell of perfume there is extremely strong. But it still can't be stopped. Live the stench of shit.”
Simmons complained endlessly, but no one had any objections, because they had also been to Paris, and Li was indeed full of shit.
"Sir, I want to say that Paris is no longer a shit city. Berlin has become a shit city."
After this person finished speaking, everyone looked at him.
Are they talking about the problem that Paris is a shit city?
Not at all?
Everyone is just venting their grievances.
Whenever Xiang Yu goes to a city, they will say it is a city of shit.
Because this is how they vent their grievances.
"Young man, do you rarely go to Paris? I decided to give you time, then you can go to Paris more and experience that shit, especially the Champs Elysees. I think the 7th arrondissement can be there You are the perfect person to set up a point of contact.”
Simmons said, pointing to the man's nose.
This made everyone laugh, and they all thought Simmons was trying to put everyone at ease.
But who knew that Simmons wrote a transfer order on the spot.
"Congratulations, kid. The first foreign contact point in District 7 has been born. Well, he is the person in charge."
This time no one could laugh anymore.
"Young man, go back and select people, and take them with you to find Xiang Yu. I want to know where that person is, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, I understand."
The young man looked frustrated at first, and then excited.
The person in charge of the first overseas contact point is a good job.
At least there should be ample funding for activities.
"You are a very good young man. As a reward, you are allowed to raise the funds for the event yourself."
After Simmons finished speaking, his young and frail face turned dark.
What does it mean to be self-funded for this activity?
Simmons is simply using his hands empty-handed.
But the first level of official rank is overwhelming, and the gap between himself and Simon is not one level, so the young man can only knock out his teeth and swallow blood, and endure this matter.
"Sir Simmons, there's only one minute left, do you want to start the broadcast?"
"Yes, broadcast the live broadcast immediately to the Chili Building, the Oval Office, and all the intelligence agencies, quickly, quickly, no place is missing, and they must all see it. I can't suffer here alone."
In the Oval Office, Uncle Xi Tiande received the application for broadcasting. He immediately called his valet and turned on the live broadcast. Holding a bag of popcorn in his hand, he took his staff and ministers to watch the live broadcast.
In the Chopjiao Building, all the generals and everyone in the Joint Chiefs of Staff were watching the live broadcast together. Everyone was holding a cup of coffee in their hands. They all thought it was a time to rest, so no one paid attention to it.
In their view, what Simmons said about a radiation-free peace based on small punishments was complete nonsense.
Miniaturization can be achieved, as long as the equivalent capacity is not enough.
But without radiation, this is impossible. It is impossible to do it with the existing human technology. You know, that is something that can only be achieved by complete explosion. Human beings cannot do this, at least they cannot do it. .
So everyone thought that the great uncle Lixi Tiande was deceived.
Various intelligence agencies have received reports from the Simpsons, so they know these things, but they don't believe it.
However, Great Bolixi Tiande did not know that their intelligence agencies knew these things. In his understanding, only he, the ruler of Great America, and the previous ministers knew these things.
But he didn't understand that the American Intelligence Department had existed much longer than him, and they were a permanent unit. As for the owner of the Oval Office, it was just a temporary unit.
How can a temporary unit know more than a permanent unit?
It’s always the one they want, the one who knows what. If they don’t want him to know, then he will never know.
It's just that District 7 will take a lot of money from their hands, and what they get will not belong to them, so they are pretending not to let the owner of the Oval Office use it. its own independent funds rather as expenditures for a governmental unit.
It seems correct to everyone.
Because only in this way can they trick a fool into spending money to do what they should spend the money on.
At the same time, it will also give that fool a sense of superiority, that is, only I know this matter, and no one else knows it. In fact, everyone else knows this matter, and only he himself does not know that everyone else knows this matter.
And those predecessors who already know about this, the owners of the Oval Office, will not tell it, because they hope that their successors will be as stupid as themselves. They cannot suffer the loss alone. It is only fair that everyone suffers.
So everyone unanimously chose the next one.
This has become a tradition that has been maintained for decades.
So this time, he still thinks that only he knows, but everyone is watching his fun.
"Oh, has it started?"
In the Oval Office, everyone looked at the TV screen with only a small cone on it.
There are dozens of small red dots on it, but now there is only one bright one.
"Is this a miniaturized Great Peace? It's really too small."
Dabolixi Tiande stood there with a bucket of popcorn in the middle of everyone. He didn't want to sit down, because he thought that only by standing like this was he different from the others.
"Sir, I think you should sit down."
John looked at the boss dancing in front of him with a dark face.
"This is my dance time, I need to move, this is my doctor's advice and I need to follow his orders."
Dabuli Xitiande danced there and said.
"Then could you move your butt away from my face? I don't want to see him."
John said angrily.
"Aren't we friends?" Uncle Lixi Tiande said a little aggrievedly.
"Never. If you weren't the owner of this place, I'd really like to kick your ass!"
John's words made Uncle Lixi Tiande a little unhappy.
Except for him, though, and all happy.
In the Chopjiao Building, the generals were waiting for news from their research departments about this cone. Everyone wanted to know whether this thing was the Great Peace.
As a result, the answer disappointed them. Across the screen, the researchers had no idea what the thing was.
And they also looked at the news that was sent back before. The metal detector could not detect it, the radiation detector had no readings, and the casing was made of one piece. Only the red dots could be seen, but there was nothing inside. External LED.
In this case, no one can figure out what the hell is this? Unless it explodes.
After that, everyone can determine what it is.
All intelligence agencies are also very nervous now. After all, the emergence of a great peace in the mainland shows their dereliction of duty to a large extent.
More importantly, the technology displayed by that little thing is not what the earth should have.
They couldn't believe what Simmons said about the single-person space-time jump technology. I said that the former miniaturized and radiation-free peace should not be available on the earth, but the latter single-person time-space jump technology should not be available to the entire solar system. might have.
In this matter, they can use the head of their mortal enemy as a guarantee. If there is one, the enemy will be killed and the whole family will be killed.
Just when everyone didn't take it seriously, an indescribable light appeared on the screen. The screen turned black and turned into another screen. On this screen, a pure red fireball appeared in front of everyone.
Then a huge shock wave appeared in front of everyone in a way that was visible to the naked eye. Everything in this weapons testing site was blown over, and then was blown to ashes bit by bit.
Then the screen went black again, and the screens farther away lit up, one after another, and one after another.
In the end, everyone could see it clearly. The mushroom cloud, which was thousands of meters high, appeared in front of everyone's eyes without any cover.
At this moment, everything in everyone's hands fell to the ground. Popcorn was scattered on the floor in the office. Coffee in the Chopped Pepper Building fell on themselves and the heads of their predecessors. Many people in the intelligence department jumped directly from their stools. Everyone jumped up and yelled words of unknown meaning.
Everyone lost the ability to speak at this moment. They didn't know what to say or what to think. There was only one reaction in everyone's mind, the Great Peace exploded, and it exploded on the mainland.
In the modern world, a piece of news reaches the entire world through the Internet every three minutes.
This is just a small piece of news. If it were big, such as a big peace rising in America, the news would be even faster.
Three minutes is enough for all the TV news to start showing this content. If you wait a few more minutes, the special edition will appear.
At this moment, the whole world wants to know what happened in America and why a mushroom cloud rose over the country.
The next moment, there was another zero-dollar shopping activity in America. A large number of people poured into the streets, holding signs saying "We need the truth" in their hands, and then started beating, smashing, looting and burning the commercial blocks.
Then the American Jinyuan police officers drove their cars and appeared in the wealthy neighborhoods. They needed to maintain law and order here, which was more important than the business district.
As for the commercial area, they have given it all to friends who make zero-yuan purchases.
After all, America's gold-dollar police only serve the rich, and that's still the case this time.
Dabuli Xitiande looked at the mushroom cloud on the screen and asked with a trembling voice: "Simmons, um, are you still alive?"
"Yes, sir, I'm still alive. We entered the basement in advance. We are still safe now. The nuclear radiation detector shows no fluctuations at all. However, the weapon yield tester has detected a 10,000-ton explosion, which is really not inferior to a small explosion. boy."
Simmons's words were still calm, because he had evacuated the nearby area in advance. All possible residents nearby and within a radius of dozens of miles were their security personnel and monitoring personnel. They could get the most accurate information at the first time. information as long as they are alive.
After Simmons told his uncle Lixi Tiande, he felt a little relieved in the Oval Office.
Simmons is indeed an elite and a very good agent. He should be given a formal establishment. District 7 should not be his destination.
In this way, without knowing it, Simmons was about to become a regular agent on staff. He didn't even know that he was a temporary worker before.
"Sir, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Simmons asked tentatively.
"Simmons, is the single-player time-space jump technology you mentioned true?"
The great uncle Lixi Tiande used his remaining strength to ask such a question.
He didn't believe it before, and he didn't want to believe it now, but he understood that the small-scale radiation-free Great Peace had exploded, so the single-player time-space jump technology was probably real.
This is not good news for America as a whole.
