Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

Gao Zihao and Zhao Tu said helplessly to Huang Xuan: They are not very happy to communicate with us.

Did you talk to them? Huang Xuan asked Zhao Tudao.

Of course. Zhao Tu mumbled.

Huang Xuan frightened him with an unbearable expression: 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'll just talk about it. Huang Xuan laughed suddenly, 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.

Huang Xuan pointed to the document in his hand. He asked for the written content. First of all, to ensure the accuracy of the content, and at the same time allow everyone to have enough time to think. Most importantly, don't let the person in front talk about a certain issue, and the person behind People just give up, and every attack plan should be carefully crafted and unique—bombing and bombing should be different, and most terrorist attacks are bombings.

As for why not see it yourself, the only reason is laziness.

The almost habitual silence reappeared.

Huang Xuan stretched out his finger and said, Sir, tell me your name.

The one he hit was a stocky black man. This guy glared at Huang Xuan, but didn't say a word.

Hmm... Huang Xuan turned on the energy screen and took a look, Rwanda Liberation Army? Oh, the name translates, are you a racist? Do you have a plan? Don't try to use grenades and ak47 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 expect much from you, and I need to kill a chicken to show the monkey... I'm sorry.

His index finger is bent downward. Lightning fell from the sky, as if Jesus was born.

The Rwandan hunk died naturally.

Xiaohe, clean up the corpses. Huang Xuan had faced many corpses before. Almost every time travel allows him to see different corpses, and a corpse cooked by lightning is just a child's play.

This kind of death is very cruel, but it is definitely not the cruelest. Even Yushi Hao, the leader of Aum Shinrikyo, just looked at the ground in front of him blankly.

Huang Xuan felt a little powerless. If a person is not afraid of death, his fears can really be many. Of course, he never believed that the head of a terrorist organization must not be afraid of death, but the problem was that he couldn't tell the difference between those who were afraid of death and those who were not.

During his silence, Jangalani from the Philippines broke the situation and said: Mr. Huang, I will offer a plan, will you promise to provide us with support. And keep it secret for us.

Of course. Huang Xuan said happily: You can even ask to kill other irrelevant people to protect your secrets, but your organization is in the Philippines, right? How does Abu Sayyaf complete the plan?

I can provide you with other people's. Isn't the idea what you want? Let others do it.

Huang Xuan raised his eyebrows and said, Let's listen.

How about blowing up the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the most famous structures in America.

Oh, the Golden Gate Bridge is beautiful, you want to blow him up? Huang Xuan really looked like a boss interviewing. Holding a pen in his hand, he scratched on the table casually and said, Why?

Jangalani had a scar on his face, and he twitched his cheek. To make that scar stand out, he said: Everyone here knows that Americans are afraid of terrorist attacks. They are afraid of car bombs, human bombs, not to mention charcoal and dirty bombs. But since 9/11, the United States There is almost no sound of bombs. Is it because there are too few bombs in the world? Or Mr. bin Laden used up all the bombs in the world at one time. I think the more likely reason is the cover-up by the Americans?

So... Huang Xuan answered.

Jane Gallani said in a serious way: The Americans can cover up a riot on a street corner, a personal attack, and a mail bomb. They can cover up a few people being killed, but they can't prevent the disappearance of the Golden Gate Bridge. Once we Blow up the Golden Gate Bridge, people will be afraid. If we blow up the Golden Gate, the bridge that the Americans always claim to be safe, it means that there is no safe place in the United States. …”

It's not like that. Antesa suddenly objected: After 9/11, people once thought that the United States could be easily attacked, and Americans were terrified, but now? There is no large-scale attack. If you blow up the Golden Gate, the United States will Of course people are also afraid, but it seems that the connection with Mr. Huang's plan is not so close.

Huang Xuan said with great interest: How do you say, Spaniard?

Ignoring his new nickname, Antesa pouted his chin like a neurotic professor and said, The Americans will blame their government, their government will look for the murderer, and of course they will mobilize all their strength

Mr. Huang, from your description, since you were able to find Bin Laden, you pointed your finger and said, Then your so-called mysterious organization should be hidden deeper. When the Americans failed to find it after a long time, They will take it for granted to 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.

Jan Galani snorted twice proudly, but he was actually just thinking about it casually, and didn't think deeply.

Antesa said loudly: What if the Americans directly 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 it, maybe he did it, and your plan will not come true.

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 revisions.

Okay, in my rules, opponents are allowed to appear, you comply with the rules, so you can survive. Huang Xuan nodded and said, In my impression, you were arrested by the Spanish government?

That's right.

Where do you want to go after it's all over?

How about going to Russia for a change? I'll love it there, little Russian girl. I miss it. Antesa said, licking her lips.

Huang Xuan grinned and said, You're really disgusting, but disgusting doesn't violate the rules. You will get what you deserve.

He looked away from Anderson's face and said: Next, who has any constructive opinions? Mr. Jane Galani, you can also re-express your opinions, but I don't want to hear similar, or other wastes of my time Views..

As Huang Xuan spoke, he looked at Zhang Si, who nodded slightly, indicating that what Jan Galani said was indeed prepared.

Jane Galani shrugged, not commenting on Huang Xuan's actions.

At this time, Huang Xuan's previous time travel experience helped him a lot. Huang Xuan, who has become accustomed to being in a superior position, has performed the chairman's role very well under the circumstances of taking advantage of his strength. He has set rules for everyone, a vague one, but everyone can understand it. A rule, a rule in your own favor, with more lightning, more corpses, more promises, and more facts, many people are willing to give their opinions.

Among them, the most influential reason for everyone is the magical ability of the base. Terrorists are the first to be exposed to advanced technologies and the first to understand them, and this is no exception since the 1970s. When the modern family business was born, when most families in Italy were still wondering, the mafia took the lead in starting their corporate reform revolution; when the world was discussing the application of poor bombs, terrorists used dirty When doctors are troubled by whether they should carry out human organ transplantation, major organizations have formed a black market for organs worth tens of billions of dollars; when countries around the world are troubled by the funding of biochemical laboratories, charcoal has already Became the symbol on the US mail.

When Huang Xuan showed his abilities again and again, when related images from all over the world began to appear on the energy screen, and when everyone recalled Huang Xuan's promise, the scene gradually became heated.

It's like a hot job fair. 100 people applied for the job, only a few people will be admitted, but the process is definitely exciting.

Constant comments: Hitting New York's subway system...

Contaminate their drinking water supply...

More radicals shouted: Blow up the airport and port...

Many people think that the White House is a good choice, and Zawahuri 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 reduces the effectiveness of Americans.

The last opinion is also Huang Xuan's main consideration. If it really reduces the Americans' ability to fight, the ability to search for information, or even the area is so wide 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 time and space spies?

Huang Xuan felt that such a plan was not so much to accomplish his goal as to vent his anger without purpose. It's better to simply discuss it with the President of the United States-although CIA may not necessarily ignore Mr. President's order in the first place.

Just when everyone's enthusiasm was about to run out, the slow and aging Bin Laden, supported by a bodyguard, slowly stood up and said, I have an idea. Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Bin Laden . .