Huang Xuan lowered his head and looked at his position. It seemed that he was by the window and might have been illuminated by the satellite. However, bin Laden and others had tried their best and had already found a seat that was out of reach and sat down.
"How about shooting him down?" Huang Xuan asked.
"It's better not to do it. It will easily sensitize the US government and change the government's focus again." Cai Yan said softly.
Galadia smiled and said: "Government activities are not that changing."
Cai Yan wrinkled her nose cutely and said, "It's a pity that we can't change too much, otherwise it would be convenient for us to elect a president."
Antesa over there heard the English conversation between Cai Yan and Galadia. The Spaniard, who wore glasses and pretended to be a cultural person, smiled and said: "Mr. Huang is interested in participating in American politics? With your strength, of course there is no problem." ”
Huang Xuan smiled and waved his hand without answering. He turned around and said in Chinese: "How about we block American satellites first."
Cai Yan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it would be better to let them see it, especially you."
"Then what? I don't want to get entangled with them."
"Anyway, we are not worried about the Americans. Their suspicion will destroy the plan." Cai Yan suggested: "It would be great if they could shift their attention to China and technology..."
Huang Xuan's eyes lit up and he said, "Then let's shoot down one of their satellites and let them watch."
None of the three junior staff members had any objections. However, most of the terrorist leaders who had occupied the seats around them still brought English translators and could not understand Chinese. However, it was a trembling waiter who came to pour water. After hearing Huang Xuan's last words, His legs resonated and he fell to the ground.
Huang Xuan first tasted the appearance of the two satellites. They were both things with abnormally wide wingspans. The main body of "Hockey 4" was a cylinder like a baseball bag, while the new satellite code-named "BASIC" was round and regular, with a little bit None of them are as ferocious as imagined.
Nick introduced: "Great master, these two satellites are both imaging satellites. 'BASIC' can theoretically see objects 5 cm in size on the ground. 'Hockey 4' is mainly used for night observation, but during the day, it can also It can capture objects up to 60 centimeters on the ground. Simply put, after image enhancement, it can get very clear faces.”
"Can I see clearly as long as I look up at the sky?" Huang Xuan stretched out his neck as he spoke, grinned at the sky against the glass on the street, and then said calmly: "Blow up 'BASIC', they don't have to look. So clear."
"Understood, advance to the base Nick to execute the order." Nick shouted twice excitedly, and then said: "It blew up."
…
In a satellite office at the CIA's Langley headquarters, a dozen men in suits and ties stared at the screen, all of them with green faces.
Several technicians were so busy that they were sweating, and finally said in frustration: "BASIC can't be contacted."
"What's the reason? How long has it been and you still haven't found the reason?" The person asking the question was Director Chauncey, a Mississippian who worked as a field agent in the 1970s. He is a secret racist. His parents run a farm at home. He basically Not technical.
No one answered. The reasons can be guessed, but no one is willing to make random guesses without accurate information.
The soundproof door was pushed open hard, making a deep muffled sound. Director Nege had a cold expression on his face, and immediately said: "Show me the latest image, what happened?"
The technician first brought up the hockey image and lowered his head without daring to speak.
Chauncey didn't care much about Nage. To describe it in Washington terms, Chauncey, who has been a secret agent for 10 years, is the CIA’s so-called insider, while Nagle is the president’s top official who accepts orders and contacts the CIA. Although Nagle has the right to dismiss, except in rare circumstances , Nagle, who was born as a career diplomat, will not exercise this right. More often, Nagle appears as a balancing political force. His understanding of the CIA does not allow him to make decisions easily.
However, Chauncey could not hide the information. He said in a very calm tone: "BASIC has lost contact."
Naige was shocked and said hopefully: "How long has it been?"
Satellites may lose contact under certain circumstances.
"Four hours." Chauncey didn't look very good. Losing contact for four hours basically meant that they lost the satellite.
Nege also didn't understand technology. He looked both ways and said, "BASIC is the latest satellite? How could it be missing?"
Chauncey said nothing and pressed a few keys on the console.
What came out was Huang Xuan's smiling face.
…
Cai Yan contacted members of nearly 400 organizations, which were not limited to terrorist organizations, but also included representatives of various bad organizations, criminal groups, and other local smugglers in different regions who wanted to be whitewashed.
Most of the latecomers came in with both curiosity about the "mysterious" teleportation and pride in their own strength. They pulled their younger brothers to hold their heads high and step forward, but after a harmonious exchange and conversation, most of them would be immersed in their idol's words. In charm.
Drug traffickers will meet the long-awaited upstream growers.
Arms dealers will meet rebels with whom they have long been friends.
Fanatics will meet long-hated pagans.
Amidst the chaos, a healthy Mr. Bin Laden remains a bright light.
Under his chairmanship, more than 400 people spoke on behalf of their organizations. Long before that, the diners in the Western restaurant had quietly disappeared.
The two waiters and the manager who stayed behind listened with trepidation to a group of "crazy people" talking in a language they didn't understand - the most terrifying part was that other crazy people were talking in a language they knew...
Huang Xuan would pay attention to their conversation at first, but soon the technology allocation led by Cai Yan changed to a bidding and auction model. There are simply too many people, and those who have tasted and heard about the benefits are unwilling to give up.
Improving the development of P11 is a long-term matter. Huang Xuan was not too anxious. He played with the decorations on the table alone. When most people were satisfied, Cai Yan opened an energy screen in front of him and said: "689 technology, sold for 4 billion U.S. dollars.”
A piece of technology cost less than 10 million U.S. dollars. Huang Xuan curled his lips and said, "It's like giving it away for free. How much will we lose?"
Cai Yan chuckled twice and said: "The technologies we sell are all quite mature technologies. Every time a technology is implemented, the loss may be several thousand, or it may be millions. Especially for space technology, the loss is particularly large. ”
"A million?" Huang Xuan breathed out.
"Well, the continuous losses may last for many years. What can be determined is the amount of losses in a short period of time. According to Lorraine's estimate, if 689 starts to be realized at the same time, our instantaneous loss will be around 1 million, and then we will lose 4,000 per year. Ten thousand, if we include the people or things related to it, we will prepare 100 million tons in the first year.”
Therefore, it is not easy to raise a plane. The cost of developing one's own plane is different from that of artificial fattening. Huang Xuan tapped his fingers on the table and said: "100 million can be pressed 100 times, which is 10 billion." ?”
"That's not the calculation." Galadia knew more about the plane world, and said with a smile: "We used to buy from Mr. Conmas, but the problem now is that the R plane may not be available. 100 million energy dollars, at least the Conmas family can’t afford it themselves.”
There are more than 60 bases in the R plane, with authority exceeding 10 million, but their own consumption is also very large, and it is indeed difficult to move 100 million energy.
Huang Xuan nodded understandingly and said: "I'll deal with it after today's matter is over. It's not today's thing that they realize the technology. How many more can P11 be able to stop?"
It was Xiaohe who was always monitoring the state of the plane. He said in a dark voice: "If it does not affect the normal operation of the plane, there are still 000,000 energy left."
The disadvantage of P11 is its barren energy zone. This alone is tens of millions of times cheaper than other planes. For planes such as R18, the ultimate loss must be more than billions of energy, let alone the system plane.
"First buy 10 million Magtons from the R plane." Huang Xuan whispered to Galadia: "You try to talk to Mr. Conmas. If it doesn't work, 5 million will do. Don't ask for any less. As for the remaining Let me take a look and talk about it later.”
"What about the price? 100:1 is Mr. Conmas's purchase price. It's not good for us to buy it like this." Galadia thought.
Huang Xuan said uncertainly: "What do you think?"
"Let Mr. Conmas drive it himself?"
"That's fine."
Huang Xuan ended his whisper and saw Cai Yan and Galadia opening their energy screens and starting to work. He moved his sneaky hand towards Ruochan.
Miss Diao doesn't like politics and business. She was just sitting next to Huang Xuan and listening. Her thighs suddenly felt cold. Before she could shout, she saw Huang Xuan's narrow eyes. Her face suddenly turned red, and her eyes flickered. Water should drip out.
Huang Xuan pursed his lips and half-closed his eyes, feeling the delicate skin. He really wanted to just put on a disguise and rush forward.
At this moment, the two of them were quite happy after their little farewell. The little mink girl clenched her teeth tightly, her lips stretched into a straight line, her face looked like pain and happiness. The little daughter is in full bloom.
While the two were chatting, others were also seizing the time to communicate. After an unknown amount of time, Abu Sayyaf's Jan Galani asked: "Mr. Huang, should we change to a safe place to talk? It's over." It's been an hour, and the police will rush in at any moment."
Ruochan Meimei firmly resisted Huang Xuan's hand to prevent him from causing any more mischief. The latter coughed lightly and said, "Don't worry, there's still something else to do. I'll send you back when it's over. I'll take care of it, the police."
He said loudly to everyone in the hall: "Everyone, I don't know who has pirates under his command? I want to recruit some."
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