"It will directly pass through Russian airspace from the lowest satellite orbit, and then drop the drop capsule on the easternmost side of the Baltic Sea... Theoretically, it is possible in thirty minutes."
"From departure to landing, there won't be a minute's delay. Maybe that's enough."
Looking a little panicked behind his back, Director Carson swallowed and continued speaking.
What kind of delivery method can deliver a pair of steel divisions armed to the teeth from Jinling, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away, to the middle of the Baltic Sea
I am afraid that only the Chinese people themselves know the secret of this.
The three airborne pods are currently in the cabin of the "Oseberg". Although intelligence personnel from various countries are salivating, no one dares to take any rash action against them.
When the British special forces arrived by helicopter from the nearest military base, they had not only completed the aftermath, but even cleaned up the blood stains on the deck.
The man sitting behind the desk had a surprised expression on his face.
The old section chief grinned: "If you stay in the task force for a long time, you will always learn various things."
"Perhaps they have a bigger agenda besides amassing money, but they are very careful in doing things and have not shown very clear political demands, so so far they have not attracted the attention of other governments."
"Their strategic projection power is stronger than we imagined!"
The Steel Division that descended from the sky can be said to have shocked the attention of intelligence agencies around the world.
After witnessing the power of this orbital airborne force, no one dared to challenge them easily, and no one dared to stop them.
"Cosmic Spirit Foundation?" Hearing this strange name for the first time, the man sitting behind the desk showed an unexpected expression on his face, "What is that?"
As for the Institute for Advanced Study and a lot of visible and invisible scientific research legacies he left behind, those things cannot be erased by bombs or a few killers.
There used to be a lot of debate in this conference room about the combat effectiveness of this orbital airborne force.
"Find out who hired those pirates."
This is a true statement.
"Interpol? They can't control this kind of thing," the old section chief smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, "And there's no need to ask them for such a trivial matter, there are a hundred ways I can think of. kind."
"Damn it," the president took off the glasses on his nose, pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger and said in a difficult tone, "How did they do it so fast..."
And this time, the silence was a little scary.
"It seems to be a new religion, or an organization that makes money through this new religion... It is more popular in developed countries and regions, but we have not seen any trace of their activities in our country. They regard former IMCRC employee Professor Garrett Miro as their Forerunners and believers in the doctrine of cosmic animism.”
The conference room fell into silence again.
In a cloud of smoke, the group of soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons used vigorous tactics to clear away all the militants on the deck without any sloppiness.
Director Carson's speech made everyone's expressions grow heavier.
For this orbital airborne brigade, their intelligence is almost blank.
No one would have thought that the Steel Division, which was armed to the teeth, looked as consistent as their sci-fi appearance, and their performance in actual combat was also unambiguous.
In an instant, pairs of eyes in the conference room all looked at him.
It wasn't until this moment that they truly realized what kind of opponent they were facing.
"This is no longer our job."
"What about this case?"
The man sitting behind the desk was thinking a little differently from the old section chiefs. After briefly flipping through the information in the file bag, he spoke.
"What method are you referring to?"
It sounds like a setting in a movie or online game, and it really doesn't look like something that would appear in the real world.
The entire conference room was silent.
Without making any comment on this, the man read the file, placed it on the corner of the table, and sighed softly.
"How to crush this grasshopper."
"Isn't this theory rejected by Professor Lu?"
Five years ago, this might have been profitable.
There is no other reason.
"I didn't expect you to know so much about physics."
Faced with such a defenseless force, do they have any chance of winning in any sense
No one thought that this crisis would be resolved in this way.
Having said this, the old section chief couldn't help but frown.
"There are so many things that have been denied by science, but who has really listened to them? Besides, Professor Lu did not completely deny whether there is such a mysterious will in the universe. He just classified it into the category of agnosticism and made it clear The existence of the void, and the existence of n+1 dimensions.”
But this statement is somewhat far-fetched.
"How to say?"
The president shook his head grimly.
"But even so, time is quite tight."
"One-hour global deployment is probably just the most conservative estimate."
"Thirty-seven minutes."
However, now, not only have all the voices of argument disappeared, but even the looks exchanged by everyone here have changed from the original expressions of different expressions to the same worry on the surface.
Hearing this, the old section chief smiled.
Even those British Royal Secret Service troops who had already boarded the deck withdrew to the helicopter in dejection after no progress was made in the negotiations.
With a slight cough, the senior military adviser of the Ministry of National Defense broke the silence in the conference room and clicked twice on the large floor-to-ceiling screen with the laser pointer in his hand.
"The organization that attacked Academician Lu has been identified," an old section chief wearing a national security uniform said, looking like a slightly younger man sitting behind the desk, with his index finger tapping on the file bag, "According to our offline According to the intelligence collected and summarized by intelligence officers, the group of pirates who were hired should be an organization called... the Spirit of the Universe Foundation."
But now, their only gain is to kill a respected physicist.
On the large floor-to-ceiling screen, the footage captured by a high-altitude drone was played.
"I just don't know why they suddenly targeted Academician Lu."
At this moment, the cargo ship is being controlled by the orbital airborne brigade, and is slowly crossing a large area of the high seas, heading towards East Asia.
…
"I have never authorized such a stupid action! I believe that our CIA director would not be so stupid and do such a stupid thing behind my back."
Pentagon.
"Awesome... Are you transferred to Big Fish?" The man sitting behind the desk couldn't help but sit up straight, and continued with curiosity on his face, "What are the people above planning to do? ?Notify Interpol?”
The video show ends.
"Shet... they can clean the deck faster than I can wash my car."
Could it be that the death of Professor Garrett Miró was blamed on Academician Lu
Especially for the National Security Bureau, the cases they handle are often more difficult than ordinary criminal cases.
"I want to know who had the idea of that cruise ship," the president tapped his index finger heavily on the conference table. The president added with a sullen face, "It's best if it has nothing to do with us."
At this moment, NASA Director Carson, who had been silent, suddenly said, "It's possible that they didn't completely leave the atmosphere."
"... According to news from other departments, it is said that our satellite hangs above the head of the suspected pirate organization 24 hours a day, and followed their fishing boat to find their lair."
"If necessary, we can also sell the Chinese people a favor."
On the contrary, it could get them into big trouble.
No one can answer this question.
Just as intelligence agencies around the world were focusing their attention on this cargo ship, at the same time, in an office in Shangjing, China, a file bag filled with photos and various documents had been It was placed on a simple desk.
The Minister of Defense saw him.
"Isn't it the CIA?"
"To be precise, it should be thirty..." The Defense Secretary of the Pentagon, who was sitting in front of the conference table, put his hands still clasped on his chest on the table, his face so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water, "They learned about the cargo ship. It only took thirty minutes in total from the news of being hijacked by militants to the delivery of orbital airborne troops over their heads.”
It's not just the Pentagon that's in disarray.