When Huang Xuan came back as a child, some people came up with plans, while others did not.
Gao Zihao and Zhao Tu helplessly said to Huang Xuan: "They are not willing to communicate with us."
"Did you talk to them?" Huang Xuan asked Zhao Tudao.
"Of course... of course." Zhao Tu said in a grumpy voice.
Huang Xuan showed an unbearable expression and scared him: "Oh, you are so bold. Did you say your name? Do you know how they kill people?"
Zhao Tu looked at Gao Zihao at a loss, and then both of them became at a loss.
"I'm just talking." Huang Xuan suddenly laughed, took the lead to sit behind the long table covered with a red blanket, and said loudly: "Now, you can start to explain your plan, according to your description. "
yellow People give up. Every attack plan should be carefully crafted and unique - bombings should be different from bombings. Most terrorist attacks are bombings.
As for why I don't watch it myself, the only reason is laziness.
The almost habitual silence reappeared.
Huang Xuan stretched out his finger and said, "Sir, please tell me your name."
The person he picked was a strong black man. The guy glared at Huang Xuan, but said nothing.
"Hmm..." Huang Xuan opened the energy screen and took a look at it and said: "The Liberation Army of Rwanda? Oh, this name translates to, are you a racist? Do you have a plan? Don't think about using grenades and AK47s to solve the problem."
The big man still didn't speak.
Huang Xuan shrugged and said: "Okay, it's up to you. Since you didn't come up with a constructive plan, I don't have much expectations for you. Plus, I need to kill the chicken to show the monkey... I'm sorry."
His index finger curves downward. Lightning falls from the sky, just like the birth of Jesus.
The Rwandan man died naturally.
"Xiaohe, pick up the corpses." Huang Xuan has faced many corpses. Almost every time travel allows him to see different corpses. A corpse cooked by lightning is just child's play.
This way of death is cruel, but it is definitely not the cruelest. Even Aum Shinrikyo leader Yu Shihao just looked at the ground in front of him expressionlessly.
Huang Xuan felt slightly powerless. If a person was not afraid of death, he would really have a lot of fear. Of course, he never believed that the leader of a terrorist organization must not be afraid of death, but the problem was that he couldn't distinguish between those who were afraid of death and those who were not.
While he was silent, Jane Galani from the Philippines broke the situation and said: "Mr. Huang, I will provide you with a plan. Will you promise to provide us with support and keep it confidential?"
"Of course." Huang Xuan said happily: "You can even ask to kill other irrelevant people to protect your secrets, but is your organization in the Philippines? How can Abu Sayyaf complete the plan?"
"I can provide you with what others have given you. Isn't it true that what you want is creativity? Let others do it."
Huang Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Come and listen."
“How about blowing up the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the most famous structures in America.”
"Oh, the Golden Gate Bridge is very beautiful, you want to blow it up?" Huang Xuanzhen looked like a boss interviewing, holding a pen and scratching on the table casually: "Why?"
Jan Galani had a scar on his face. He twitched his cheek to make the scar more conspicuous and said: "Everyone here knows that Americans are afraid of terrorist attacks. They are afraid of car bombs and suicide bombs. Not to mention anthrax, dirty bombs and so on. But since 911, Americans have almost no sound of bombs. Is it because there are too few bombs in the world? Or is it more likely that Mr. Bin Laden used up all the bombs in the world at once? The reason is the Americans’ cover-up, right?”
"So..." Huang Xuan continued.
Jane Galani said matter-of-factly: "The Americans can cover up a riot on the street corner, a personal attack, a mail bomb, they can cover up a few people being killed, but they can't stop the disappearance of the Golden Gate Bridge. Once we If we blow up the Golden Gate Bridge, which Americans have always claimed is a safe bridge, it will mean that there is no safe place in the United States..."
"That's not the case." Antesa suddenly objected: "After 911, people once thought that the United States could be easily attacked. Americans were extremely afraid, but what about now? There is no large-scale attack. If you blow up Kinmen, the United States Of course people can be afraid, but it doesn’t seem to be so closely related to Mr. Huang’s plan.”
Huang Xuan said with interest: "What do you mean, Spanish?"
Antesa ignored his new nickname and clapped his chin like a psychotic professor: "Americans will blame their government, and their government will look for the murderer. Of course they will mobilize all their strength, but Mr. Huang , Judging from your description, since you were able to find Mr. Bin Laden..." He stretched out his hand and pointed: "Then your so-called mysterious organization should be hidden deeper. When the Americans failed to find it after a long time, , they will naturally find a scapegoat, any terrorist organization, or simply blame Al Qaeda.”
Huang Xuan raised his neck and said: "To be precise, I just want the US government to do its best in a short time. I don't have much time to waste."
Jian Galani hummed proudly. In fact, he just thought about it casually and did not think deeply.
Antesa said loudly: "What if the Americans just find a scapegoat?"
He looked at Huang Xuan and said: "If we blow up the bridge at night, maybe the next morning, poor Bush will claim that bin Laden did this. Maybe it was him who did it, and your plan will not be realized."
"your thoughts?"
"I am an opponent." Antesa nodded, raised his hands and laughed: "I am an opponent. I only raise objections and do not guarantee modifications."
"OK, in my rules, opponents are allowed to appear. You comply with the rules, so you can survive." Huang Xuan nodded: "In my impression, you were arrested by the Spanish government?"
"That's right."
“Where do you want to go when this is all over?”
"How about changing your appearance and going to Russia? I will like it there, the little Russian girl. I miss it very much." Antesa said, licking her lips.
Huang Xuan grinned and said: "You are really disgusting, but disgusting does not violate the rules. You will get what you deserve."
He moved his eyes away from Anderson's face and said: "Who has any constructive opinions? Mr. Jane Galani, you can also express your opinions again, but I don't want to hear similar comments or other wastes of my time. Views."
Huang Xuan said and looked at Zhang Si, who nodded slightly, indicating that what Jian Galani said was indeed ready.
Jian Galani shrugged and made no comment on Huang Xuan's actions.
At this time, Huang Xuan's experience in time travel helped him a lot. Huang Xuan, who has become accustomed to being in a superior position, performed the chairman's "duties" very brilliantly while taking advantage of his strength. He set rules for everyone, a vague one that everyone could understand. Rules, a rule that is beneficial to oneself, as more lightning, more corpses, more promises, and more facts appear, many people are happy to give their opinions.
Among them, the reason that affects everyone the most is the emergence of the base's magical abilities. Terrorists are the first to come into contact with advanced technologies and the first to understand them. This has been the case since the 1970s, and it is no exception now. When modern family businesses were born, when most families in Italy were still confused, the Mafia took the lead in starting a revolution in the reform of their companies; when the world was discussing the application of depleted uranium bombs, terrorists used dirty bombs without any scruples. ; When doctors are troubled by whether they should carry out human organ transplants, major organizations have created an organ black market worth tens of billions of dollars; when countries around the world are troubled by the funding of biochemical laboratories, anthrax has become a logo on US mail.
When Huang Xuan showed his abilities again and again, when relevant images from all over the world began to appear on the energy screen, when everyone recalled Huang Xuan's promise, the scene gradually became heated.
It's like a booming job fair. More than 100 people apply, and only a few will be accepted, but the process is definitely exciting.
People kept making comments: "Attack New York's subway system..."
"Contaminating their drinking water supply..."
Some radicals shouted: "Blow up the airports and ports..."
Many people believe that the White House is a good choice, and Zawaholi is a staunch supporter among them. He called it the counterattack of the Islamic world...
However, there are countless objections: "The effect is not outstanding enough."
"It may not be recognized as a terrorist attack."
“It’s too broad and ineffective for Americans.”
The last opinion is also what Huang Xuan considers. If it really reduces the Americans' war capabilities and ability to search for information, or even covers an area so large that they think they have encountered a full-scale attack, and then enter a state of war. Then where do they have the energy to find the time and space spies
Huang Xuan felt that such a plan was more of a purposeless venting of anger than accomplishing his goals. It's better to just discuss it with the President of the United States - although the CIA may not necessarily pay attention to the President's order in the first place.
Just when everyone's passion was about to run out, the slow and aging bin Laden, supported by a bodyguard, stood up slowly and said, "I have an idea."
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