After the Han Bird left, the remote holographic meeting in this conference room lasted for a while.

However, as the Los Santo crisis was resolved little by little, the focus of the discussion gradually changed to how to deal with it.

Although the president spoke righteously when talking to the Hanhun, in fact, no one hoped that the fear brought about by this Los Santo crisis spread to the entire human world.

Because this is a catastrophe for the development of technology, and no one wants to really see this disaster.

After confirming that the video information on the Internet was disappearing in large quantities without anyone intervening, they also issued a ban on most authoritative media. Only some gossip tabloids dared to report on the riots in Los Santo. Although it may have brought the people of Los Santo a heart-wrenching day, the world is ultimately forgotten.

As long as no one mentioned it again, in just one month, everyone will forget all the episode that happened in Los Santo.

And in the presidential manor in the distance, the President of the Seahawk took a step back and exited the scope of the holographic photography installation, while turning it off.

After doing all this, the president seemed to feel relieved and reached out: "Pour me a glass of iced Coke."

Although the President of the Seahawks is over 70 years old, he still enjoys the drink of Coke. Perhaps because his accompanying doctor believes that supplementing sugar is good for health, but more people, such as the personal guard in front of him, know it.

This is simply because the President likes this drink.

So a glass of iced coke was delivered to the president. The president drank it all, then wiped the water stains on the corner of his mouth with the handkerchief handed by the guard, and suddenly asked, "Has that plane taken off?"

He didn't say which plane it was, perhaps because it was not a question that needs attention at all.

Because there is only one aircraft that needs attention.

"Yes, it has taken off, and the departure time is 4:50 in the morning." The guard replied.

"The aircraft is still in the airspace of the Seahawk Kingdom, and can be intercepted and forced landings at any time, or directly destroyed."

The president hesitated for a moment.

Yes, being able to directly destroy the suspected suspect is really a very tempting choice.

But again, if it fails, it is equivalent to starting a full-scale war with the other party.

If the riots in Los Santo really spread across the Seahawk Kingdom, it would be a cruel scene that was equivalent to the end of the world.

"Who are there on the plane?" the president asked.

The guard hesitated for a moment, took out a mobile phone and entered a string of passwords, and then the mobile phone projected a large screen that was one meter in radius. On the large screen, the avatars of several characters were slowly listed.

These avatars belong to Lu Yuan, Yue Pengfei, the black guy Tanan, Klein with question marks, two uncles of Santa, and the Seahawk Country pilot who was taught wontons and knife boards.

"This is the person we speculated." The guard said: "There is another woman from the Wilderness Dragon Kingdom who was taken to the underground base in Los Santo, which was previously taken by secret troops. This underground base is the underground base that was attacked during the riots in Los Santo. According to the information received, the underground base was seriously damaged. Commander Major Griya Brown died in the battle, and the whereabouts of the Wilderness Dragon Kingdom woman were unknown."

The president stared at Klein's face: "I seem to have seen this child."

Although Klein is indeed a very handsome white man, he is not so handsome that it makes people blind.

"He is the contemporary second son of the Smith family and is currently the deputy police supervisor of the police station in Los Santos." The guard whispered: "Mr. President may have seen him at a social banquet."

"It should be like this." President Seahawk nodded: "But he is obviously a good boy, how could he get along with these terrorists?"

The guard sweated slightly on his head: "Mr. President, I must correct your statement."

"At present, I have no evidence to accuse these people of being terrorists." He paused: "Even if it is falsely charged."

"And because when the secret troops arrested the woman from the Wilderness Dragon Kingdom named Su Mei, she would be arrested and broadcast it live to the world in a panic, so for the sake of public opinion, we have no way to take compulsory measures against them."

"So, that woman like Su is still missing now?" President Seahawk frowned: "Or she is the cold bird?"

The guard bowed his head and tried not to interfere with the President's thoughts.

"So can't you really kill it?" The President was still interested in the idea of ​​launching missiles.

Although this idea may be based on the simple use of power.

"They applied for a formal route to us and have approved it, but if the President is interested, we can dispatch military aircraft at the coastal airport to intercept and land for the emergency landing." The guards carefully made their comments.

"Then, forget it." The president waved his hand in vain.

"I never thought that one day I would be blocked by a terrorist in the face to negotiate and threaten, but I had no suitable solution at all."

The president muttered, and then he would involuntarily recall what the cold bird said to him.

"What will happen worse in the future, and now everything is just a small wave before the disaster comes."

The president suddenly looked up at the guard: "Do you feel that our world will be worse, something worse than what happened to Los Santo tonight?"

The guard thought carefully and shook his head: "We are at the best stage in history. I don't think such a thing will happen."

"Yes, the best stage in history." The president repeated, then waved his hand a little tired.

"You go out first, I want to make up for that sleep."

"Do you need auxiliary medication?" the guard asked. "I feel a little nervous about Mr. President."

"No, if I can, I want to lie in bed and think about it."

The President of the Seahawk said this.

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...

Above the ocean, the milky white Gulfstream plane is still flying along the morning and evening line, so the darkness has always enveloped this trans-ocean passenger plane.

Because the plane was a truly closed environment, there was no need to worry about someone escaping, but despite this, Zou Ke and Yue Pengfei still took turns to rest and guard the prisoners they controlled, including the pilots.

No one knew the fate of this plane, and had been decided in a moment, and escaped the crisis of life and death.

In the cab, the road turned around and looked at Su Mei's face who was sleeping, and reached out to scratch the girl's perky nose.

Su Mei did not wake up.

Lu Yuan smiled and looked up at the front.
Chapter completed!