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Chapter 1306 The Reality of Autumn (2)

"God..."

It wasn't just the people at the scene who witnessed the massacre.

Everyone watching the Angel News Channel in front of the TV also saw this scene.

It was indeed...a massacre.

Although the signal was quickly cut off, there was no doubt that this was an extremely bad incident.

"Okay, now it's time for us to appear."

Wesker is loaded.

Now is the opportunity.

"What is that?"

Suddenly, someone spotted the plane in the sky.

"What's going on?!"

Wesker was stunned for a moment.

He had a bad premonition.

Or... a very bad feeling.

Time goes back a few hours.

9:58 a.m. Washington time.

"Autumn is the season of harvest."

Osama bin Laden.

At this moment, he was looking at his watch.

"Now, it's time."

9:58 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 127 took off from Boston Airport with 92 passengers on board, bound for Los Angeles.

Boeing 767, this is a new aircraft, handed over at the beginning of this year.

At 10:00 a.m., another Boeing 767 took off from Boston Airport, also bound for Los Angeles.

At this time, the parade officially begins.

10:13 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 127 had its last normal call with the Boston Air Traffic Control Center.

10:19 a.m.: An attendant on American Airlines Flight 127 called American Airlines and said, "There is no response from the cockpit. A passenger in business class was stabbed to death. We may have been hijacked."

10:20 a.m.: Another plane takes off from the Washington, D.C., airport, also bound for Los Angeles.

10:24 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 127 diverts to New York.

10:30 a.m.: A shooting occurred in front of Rockefeller Center, which turned into a massacre.

10:47:52 a.m.: The Federal Aviation Administration's Boston Aviation Center notified the Northeast Air Defense Command under the North American Aerospace Defense Command that American Airlines Flight 27 was hijacked. The Boston Aviation Center requested the U.S. military's assistance in intercepting American Airlines Flight 27

flights.

10:46:40 a.m.: American Airlines Flight 127 crashes into the North Tower of the World Trade Center at 490 mph.

11:02:54 a.m.: United Airlines Flight 175 crashes into the South Tower of the World Trade Center at approximately 590 mph.

Lithuania, Palanga Airport.

Palanga Airport was completed in 1937 7 kilometers east of the current site, close to the Palanga-Dalbenai highway. In the early days of the airport's construction, it was a pilot training base for the Lithuanian Air Force. In 1939, Lithuania's first regular civil aviation route was opened, with

Between Palanga and Kaunas.

From 1940 to 1941 and from 1945 to 1963, Palanga Airport was requisitioned by the Soviet Air Force. From 1963, Palanga Airport was converted into a domestic civilian airport of the Soviet Union.

9:58 a.m. local time: Makarov loaded the bullet. Several people behind him were also ready.

Inside the airport, a couple was waiting in the middle of the crowd with their baby.

I have to say that compared to looking at the submarine, this is what Makarov wants to do.

Ever since...the man named "Osama Bin Laden" found Zakayev, they have planned such a plan.

The time...is today.

The massive financial support and surging plans for the future make the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse very excited.

It couldn't be more perfect.

"Is all the equipment ready?"

Makarov looked at his men, and then...his eyes fell on Yuri.

In other words, Vladimir Putin disguised as Yuri.

"Already... ready."

Vladimir is a little strange. It should be about this time, but... Why has there been no response to the information he reported?

He tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

If an emergency comes, Vladimir will be ready to kill Makarov directly.

This is the safest method.

"That's good."

After Makarov said this, he was about to leave, but at this moment, he suddenly raised his hand. Then he shot Vladimir!

“Yeltsin!!!!!!!!”

The moment he was shot, Putin understood what was going on.

Although he was a member of the KGB, this whole matter had to be done "accepting Yeltsin's leadership and instructions" for the sake of convenience and convenience.

But the moment he was shot, he understood - his identity as an undercover agent had been exposed.

And the only person who might reveal his identity... is his only boss.

"Now that you're fine, you can go to hell. We... don't need traitors."

No! We can't let them walk out like this! No!

Vladimir struggled, and then, a large amount of blood loss made him almost unable to move.

Stop him!

Stop him!

Stop him!

We can't let what happens later happen.

Vladimir couldn't even think of such horrific things.

Isn't this a great opportunity?

Why did such a thing happen at this time?!

No... don't! Don't!

9:59 a.m.: The elevator reaches the upper level from the basement.

"Okay, now let's get started - remember. no-russian!"

no-russian, not allowed to speak Russian. Or... kill all the Russians...

Time, 10 o'clock sharp.

The waiting couple pulled the explosives hidden on the baby.

"Bang!"

At 10:02 a.m., Makarov fired the first shot.

The airport quickly became chaotic.

"It will be resolved within five minutes. The car will be waiting for us outside. Don't let the Soviets react!"

Saying this, they quickly began to take action.

A true... massacre.

"I see."

Andropov suppressed his anger.

"Write a report on what happened and send it to me. Your most important job now is to rescue the injured and... catch the murderer!"

Furious.

Palanga Airport suffered the most horrific attack.

Although another piece of news from the United States seems to make people gloat a little bit, what can be saved?

"In the entire Soviet Union, from top to bottom, no one is wary. Such a bad and serious attack could happen in our great Soviet Union!"

He was extremely angry.

This is a provocation!

Soon, the call came again.

"General Secretary, we found an abandoned vehicle in the suburbs. After our inspection, we found that this was the vehicle the other party used to escape last time, and there was a body on it. After we compared and verified... this person is the same as the one we targeted.

An American spy is the same person."

Could it be an American?!

Andropov's anger was rising.

Aren’t they afraid of nuclear bombs?!

At worst, we can all finish playing together!

Americans! You are playing with fire by doing this!

"Mr. General Secretary, there is a phone number here."

"What phone number?!"

The sound on the line made Andropov a little impatient, why bother him at this time?!

But the operator's voice was hesitant.

"It's Vladimir... Comrade Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin."

Wait, Andropov remembers this guy.

He should be the undercover agent in this incident!

"Hurry. Take it!"

Andropov immediately asked the other party to take the phone.

"General Secretary... there is a traitor among us!"

Vladimir's voice was weak.

In fact, when he was found, he was already in shock due to excessive blood loss. But after waking up, in order to avoid the worst outcome, Vladimir insisted on talking to Andropov.

The strange thing is that Makarov was too confident. He did not confirm Vladimir's life or death at that time.

"Wait, please don't break in!"

This is the whine of a nurse on the other side of the phone.

"General Secretary... please... be careful of Yeltsin..."

Before the call was finished, Andropov heard a busy signal.

"..."

Andropov put down the phone silently.

No one knows what he is thinking.

"I see."

Reagan put down the phone.

Are they Soviets?!

Almost immediately, Reagan thought of this possibility.

Aren’t they afraid of a nuclear war?!

At worst, everyone will die together!

At worst, the world will be destroyed!

But...why would the Soviets do such a thing again?

Why did they come to the United States to attack?

Revenge? Provoke a war? Or a radical organization?

What on earth is going on?!

"But... this is also an opportunity, an opportunity to pass on the crisis... or even... something higher...?"

Reagan's heart was filled with ambition.

"But the main problem now is to find out the enemy and understand the Soviet Union's trends..."

Having said that, Reagan was a little worried about the Soviet Union.

I heard that there was also a massacre in the Soviet Union. Reagan didn't know the specific situation, but for some reason, Reagan felt a sense of suffocation in his heart.

It's like...the illusion that a storm is coming.

At this moment, the phone rang.

"Mr. President, the Soviet Embassy has just submitted a protest..."

"Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation."

Wesker laughed at himself.

After the collapse of the Twin Towers, another massacre occurred in Lithuania that shocked the world.

The whole world seemed to become lively all of a sudden.

On the contrary, the "misfire" at Rockefeller Center obviously became unimportant.

The whole world is trembling, who has time to pay attention to the two little lice next to it?

Wesker suddenly realized that his plan seemed so ridiculous.

"It seems like this is really not the right time."

He sighed.

"But no matter what...the goal has been achieved...at least, Miss Edson's goal has been achieved..."

"Autumn...this is the season of harvesting fruits. But unfortunately, I seem to be unable to harvest anything."

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Ahem, a little late...

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