"If you don't agree to my three demands," the major general said at last, "there will be 24 terrorist attacks in Mangxing City in the next 24 hours, one every hour. If the security forces storm the 'People's Hall' where we are, I will
It will detonate the explosives that have been placed, and it will destroy Gaia's power center together, and all remaining terrorist attacks will also be detonated at once."
After Thomas Ball finished speaking, he cut off the image, and all Gaian wristband communications returned to normal.
At this time, President Xin Renyong and the presidential adviser who were in the underground secret office, as well as all the military leaders present were silent.
"Where is He Meili? I need to discuss it with her."
"The Vice President went to the Department of War for on-site dispatch," the presidential assistant replied.
"Now, what should we do?" Singer helplessly asked for help from his subordinates. He sat on the throne of power because he was good at coordinating relationships among various levels. However, he was at a loss when faced with such an unprecedented terrorist attack. p>
"We can't agree to any of them!" A young security assistant boldly said, "His request is to subvert the entire system. The current politics of mankind is like a game, following certain principles. These principles
It is the cornerstone of the entire system. Once it is taken out, the entire political edifice will collapse."
An atmosphere of despair, as restless as waiting for death, pervades this underground secret office.
"What exactly are the Kolyma Islands? Are interstellar prisons made of clothes?" A nerdy-looking boy pondered after reading Major General Ball's public online speech, and immediately began to search for relevant information on the Internet.<
/p>
In fact, he was not the only one raising such a question. The search volume of several key search terms soared so high on the Internet that it paralyzed Gaia's search engine "Mad Dog" within a few minutes.
But soon, people who had been to Kolyma Planet Prison and had been released appeared on the self-media to express their opinions. Originally, this was the confidentiality content of the contract signed when they were released. Now that the situation is in chaos, it is the moment to fight for clicks. "It took us two weeks to get to Kolyma 15. The interior was in tatters and there was no personal washing space." A fat black man recalled sincerely, "...it turned out that there were vast cotton fields where organic cotton was grown.
, in addition to white cotton, there are also various colors of colored cotton, piece by piece, piece by piece. The scene is very beautiful, but the work is extremely hard. Just like in ancient times, we were forced to carry large baskets and pick by hand.
For 12 hours, my waist hurt so much that I couldn’t straighten up."
"I feel like the black slave in the history textbook who grew cotton for the southern manor owner." The fat black man wiped the corners of his eyes sadly.
"I have to work on the sewing machine for 18 hours in a row before I can take a break..." A decadent-looking white man with messy straw-like hair and tattoos on his face said, "You can only use the urine on the side of the toilet.
I had to use rest time to make up for my defecation time. Before I was sent to Kolyma No. 9 Labor Camp, I thought all the clothes were made by automatic cutting and sewing machines... After I came back, I saw those cheap ready-made clothes stores.
My clothes make me want to vomit."
"I went to Kolyma 21, which is a model planet prison. There are many female prisoners there, and they always exceed the quota." A South American woman with scars on her face said sadly, "There are so many clothes, shoes, and hats, but they don't have any."
To transport it back to Mangxing City on an interstellar transport ship, dozens of tons must be burned on site every year. I asked the prison guards why it was such a meaningless waste. They said that labor is never a glorious thing, and labor is inherently punishment."
"Kolyma 59 is 9,800 light-years away from Gaia." An old Japanese gentleman who looked like a professor said seriously and cautiously. He is an old scholar who studies Gaia's interstellar prison system. He usually does this in this area.
No one cares about it. He couldn't even recruit graduate students for several years, but now he is suddenly popular. "This asteroid in the 'Gould Belt' has a very harsh environment. Even after being transformed by the environment, it still has the same characteristics as at the beginning of the world."
Wild and primitive, there are only two seasons in one revolution. One climate is hot and humid, such as the most unbearable tropical rainforest, with extremely frequent volcanic eruptions and earthquakes. The other climate is the ice and snow of the extreme cold, where everything freezes to death. And the revolution
The cycle lasts for 10.5 Earth years. This is the farthest edge of the 'Kolyma Islands', which is used to imprison the 'abandoned children of Gaia'... I know very little about this..."
This cautious old gentleman immediately became vague when he mentioned the taboo topic of "genetically modified human prison".
Of course, these various folk gossips were quickly deleted. "Kolyma Islands" has always been a taboo that cannot be touched.
But at this time, Gaia's online public opinion was already in chaos. In addition to the official rolling reports, many Internet celebrities rushed to the scene in order to broadcast clicks, and many were stopped. At the same time, online rumors continued to ferment, and the official
It was reported that more than 8,000 casualties were reported one hour after the air strike, but the public prefers to make sensational claims of several times or even ten times the number.
The last remaining 60 or so "terrorists" occupy the political center of the "Tower of Babel". In the face of terrorist attacks and blackmail, the coalition government is completely helpless.
At this moment, Kalki and his party passed through the secret passage, took the elevator, and arrived at the underground command post. All the officials of the Department of Homeland Security seemed at a loss.
"The airborne troops are coming?"
"Get out of the way."
"This is a fake director. It is said that he is looking for someone to take the blame."
These officials all looked bad and seemed very nervous. The Department of Homeland Security was the unit that was hit hardest by the terrorist attack in the morning. Not only was the director killed, but many departments already suffered heavy casualties immediately, and they lacked responsible persons and commanders.
, amidst the leaderless chaos, many staff members are still in a state of fear, and the administration seems to be partially paralyzed.
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Everyone got out of the way automatically, as if they were avoiding the plague. The former director was a retired general with a dignified and official accent. He was tall, in his sixties, loved to smoke cigars, and sometimes deliberately used an old Oxford accent.
Speaking of which, this is a portrait of a typical high-ranking Gaia official. The new acting director is as young and handsome as an actor, with shiny blond hair, wearing a formal black uniform, and has a sense of arrogance from a classical aristocrat. No one knows where he comes from.
Come on, although he is also Caucasian, he is so different from the previous director.
A tall, beautiful girl with black hair stood next to the acting director. Everyone was exchanging glances. She was accompanied by a woman of unknown origin. This was a continuation of the tradition of the director of Homeland Security. The lustful Director Dewey often brought various kinds of women with him.
Subordinates have become accustomed to women going to the office to fool around.
Xuanji looked around. This was her first time entering Gaia's power field. Before, she was just an insignificant pilot. Letting her be by his side was a small condition of Kalki, and the Gaians were happy to agree.
After experiencing separation from her and having his life in danger, he became more certain of her status in his heart.
In the chaos of the Department of Homeland Security, no one introduced him to anything, and everyone tacitly isolated him.
"Excuse me, where can I check the information?" He spoke like a Gaian, and Xuanji knew that he was pretending again.
But no one even responded to such a simple inquiry.
"If you want me to help you take back the 'People's Hall', you must fully cooperate with my work!" He turned to Li Qinghuan, the acting assistant director who had just been assigned to him, and said forcefully. The crisp and clear tone of a soldier took responsibility for this.
The clerk who was looking after him was startled. This civil servant, who was accustomed to bowing his head, quickly went to gather a group of people to listen to the instructions of the new director.
This group of people had to constantly explain the situation to the acting director and analyze a lot of known intelligence.
Xuanji looked at Kalki on the projection touch screen and carefully looked at the information of all the personnel who had been confirmed to have participated in the terrorist attack. Most of these were young labor reform prisoners from Remark No. 10. His face was gloomy and melancholy. Kalki was trying to be peaceful.
A group of Platos who had the same problem as him were captured and faced with each other and were traumatized.
Xuanji, on the other hand, was evaluating his crisp uniform, because this was the first time she saw Kalki wearing Gaia's military uniform. In her eyes, he looked handsome in the uniform of a Homeland Security general, even if it was
He looks so handsome even in a poorly designed black uniform that is often ridiculed as the "Penguin suit" by other departments.
While Kalki was concentrating all her thoughts on how to handle this crisis, she looked around with bright black eyes with the curiosity of a newcomer. Now she was actually commanding the underground of the "Tower of Babel"
Inside the facility, it turns out that when the "Tower of Babel" was being built 500 years ago, in order to cope with possible crises, an extremely complex underground world with countless secret passages was built 2-3 kilometers beneath the "Tower of Babel".
It is not an exaggeration to think that millions of troops can be hidden in the hall and hall, Xuanji thought to herself: The secrets of Mangxing City exceed the imagination of ordinary people.
"There are only 62 people in total, and there are wounded inside. They are trapped in a hall. You can mobilize at least 5 million troops from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but you can't even get in?" He habitually used a government agency term corresponding to Plato. p>
"We have to listen to orders from our superiors." A young official with a low official rank answered his question perfunctorily, "Our bureau has also suffered serious losses. Many leadership positions need to be filled, but none have been appointed."
"The person with the highest official rank will be appointed. If one department does not have enough staff, redundant personnel from other departments will be transferred. This order will be written into a notice and I will sign it directly."
Kalki simply gave an order, and the Vietnamese assistant Li quickly carried it out. He immediately signed on the projection screen with a laser pen. Xuanji saw that he instinctively wrote the beginning of Plato's name, and then quickly crossed it out.
, changed to the Latin alphabet common to Gaia.
Although the method was simple and crude, the execution ability was restored so neatly that everyone present was impressed by the scheduled "scapegoat". He seemed to be more than just outstanding in appearance.
"Calling all commanders above the battalion level to the conference room for a meeting!"
As soon as the acting director gave the order, Assistant Li quickly started running. He seemed to be gradually addicted to obeying orders.
Kalki continued to look at the information on the projection screen with a gloomy expression. Thomas Ball's various personal information and his profile picture were displayed. Ball's face looked very much like the military instructor in his memory. This was the last
A typical military aristocrat of Plato's "White Tiger" race, what they taught him was the toughest and most ruthless worldview. Only such people would launch such bloody terrorist attacks.
"A fight between two tigers will inevitably lead to losses for both sides, and this can only benefit the third party." He mused, "In this regard, the two of us have the same interests. Perhaps, I can use this opportunity to gain true freedom...
…Even if the outcome is death.”
"Death? Kalki, what are you talking about?" Xuanji unconsciously put her hands on his broad shoulders, "When you make a decision, you must ensure your own safety, because 'Anastasia' cannot save anyone.
Human cells cannot be activated and updated indefinitely after being reborn twice."
Her care was always more like a bond, a bond that he instinctively wanted to escape from. Kalki lowered his head and looked at Xuanji's hand, which was the soft and slender hand of a young girl. His gaze made her realize that she was too close.
, she immediately stood up straight and took her hand back.
When he went to support the Platos without hesitation, at that moment they both opened their hearts and saw clearly what they looked like in each other's eyes.
"Xuanji, I have been tied to a dangerous chariot. I can only give it a try." After he woke up, his tone when he spoke to her became much softer, and the condescending commander's tone almost completely disappeared.
"In this matter, I have no retreat and can only fight to the end. For me, noble resistance, even at the cost of death, is better than cowardly waiting."
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"Hey, hey, let me tell you, young man, I am the director of the director's office, and your assistant has to inform me of everything."
Just as the two were talking in front of the screen, at the door on the other side, Director Aziz, an old bureaucrat in the "former" director's office, grabbed Assistant Li because he was shocked to find that the "airborne troops" had begun to gather.
The elite special service officer began to plan to retake the People's Hall, and summoned many people at once. This was a violation of old rules, he thought to himself, didn't he mean to let him take the blame and let me watch him carefully? p>
"This is the acting director's order." The young man showed a smooth expression and pointed in the direction of Kalki.
The office director, who was not tall but well-dressed and had a typical senior bureaucratic demeanor, had his black hair combed to a shiny finish. He walked with a slight stumble, exuding an elegant temperament. In this way, he walked to the new director.
in front of.
"Mr. Acting Director, we have to listen to the instructions of the President's Office." Director Aziz asked him not to act rashly.
"Then you invited me here for tea?" Kalki looked very cold, "Making a plan as soon as possible and rushing in is the right way."
"If the plan is too hasty and the attack fails, wouldn't it be all over? Deputy Director Ruan and General Bernat..." the director reported a list of names and titles that he didn't recognize at all. "They are all working together."
In the president’s office, we must obey the president’s orders and dispatches.”
Just when he was about to muster up his courage, just like a warrior about to go to the battlefield, to fight against the Gaia government's bureaucracy, which was as soft and flexible as porridge and paste, suddenly someone else shouted loudly: