From black technology to super engineering

white house.

The master kicked everyone out the door.

But still couldn't stop those voices from echoing in his ears.

"President, you must know that they have actually acquired the ability to shoot down and control our satellites."

"President, the significance of strong artificial intelligence to science is indescribable. If we still refuse, then we will completely lose our academic leadership."

"President, a month ago, mathematicians from Russia used their quantum computer Aita to break the latest encryption technology. We can no longer guarantee the security of SWIFT..."

"President, Nasdaq and the New York Stock Exchange have fallen by more than 30% in the past two days, which has triggered many protests."

"President, the European market is selling a large amount of U.S. debt, and the U.S. dollar exchange rate has continued to fall..."

"Sir, the United Nations convenes an emergency meeting calling for calm and restraint..."

"Sir, the multinational envoy requests..."

These countless voices gathered together this afternoon, converging into a massive amount of information and pouring into this white palace.

These voices represent the collective will of business, enterprise, finance, science, diplomacy... at this moment.

them……

They're all cowards who can't afford to lose!

The master was silent, looking towards the door.

A moment later, the door opened wide.

Milley entered the room hand in hand with Mr. Minister.

The owner of the white house stood up immediately.

From the speed at which he stood up, we could see how anxious he was.

However……

What greeted him was the silence of the two of them.

A few seconds later, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff took out a document with difficulty.

The owner's pupils shrank slightly!

"They...demonstrated carrier-based interception technology under the eyes of our young man."

"What's that? Can't we?"

"We can do it, but..." Millie took a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and the image passed in his mind.

"Our shield ships can only intercept conventional missiles."

"What are they intercepting?"

"Hypersonic missile."

"what is that?"

"That is... an anti-ship missile that can make our boys despair, pain, and howl in the burning steel."

Mr. Chairman slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of loneliness: "Boss, as long as Mr. Consultant is sick, we can strive for the most decent ending."

"How decent? You tell me, how can you be decent!"

"They're not going to land on that island right under our noses."

Millie stared at the master: "If Mr. Consultant doesn't change the itinerary...they will definitely! And we can't stop them."

"At the same time, BOSS, I think... Mr. Advisor, who is full of fanatical McCarthy ideas, is no longer suitable to be your advisor."

The master raised his head instantly and stared at Milli coldly.

"Although it is very reluctant to admit it, we believe that for a long time to come, we may all need to focus on the North Atlantic."

*

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Tokyo.

The consultant is holding a cup of coffee elegantly, and is looking at the picture on the notebook.

This is a shot from the fleet.

When he saw the interception scene that filled the sky like fireworks in daylight, there was no wave on his face.

He doesn't know how awesome the technology is inside, and he doesn't need to know.

But he was able to judge that the reason why the opposite party performed in such a way showed that the opposite party was still rational.

As long as the opponent is rational, then... there is no way to stop him.

He absolutely did not believe that when he took off in a special plane, the other side would dare to shoot him down!

And as long as you go by yourself, that is victory!

After turning off the video, Mr. Consultant took a sip of his coffee and flipped over a strategic map of the first island chain.

Looking at this picture, his brows really wrinkled, and he also got a headache.

Frankly speaking, he didn't believe the rumors that the opponent was going to build a 100,000-ton Helicopter Carrier to go to the sky—as an old man who had experienced the Star Wars era, he keenly felt that this was the opponent's intention to magnify the opponent's short-term advantage in engine technology , and relying on the industrial production capacity accumulated over the past few decades, delusional attempts to drag their own country...

But that spaceship is possible.

And what's more terrible is that the strength of the opponent has already shown that it can break through the island chain.

In silence, he drew several circles on the island.

If a sufficient number of strategic missiles and defense systems can be deployed here... then strategic defense and deterrence will be re-established...

It's just that this reason...

For a moment, he even had some expectations that he would be shot down—then, his country would have enough reason to devote all of its resources to fulfilling its vision.

The moment Mr. Consultant lost his mind, the door was pushed open.

"What's up?"

"Sir, go to the hospital."

The consultant looked puzzled: "I am in good health."

"No, sir, you are sick." The commander of the garrison looked at him complicatedly.

...

On the night of the fourteenth.

The consultant announced on Twitter that he had a sudden intestinal infection and that the trip would be suspended.

On Twitter, "he" also posted a photo of him lying on a hospital bed receiving treatment. He also said that it is very likely that the sashimi from Hokkaido did not adapt to his gastrointestinal tract, which led to his bed rest this time.

As soon as the news came out, the depression covering the whole world seemed to disappear in an instant.

...

Xichang.

"Damn... I'm not acclimatized, can I find a better reason? Can't I have a stroke?"

The corner of Ye Ming's mouth twitched, very dissatisfied.

On the opposite side of the video, Director Niu laughed heartily: "Then what should he say? Say I'm cowardly?"

Ye Ming also laughed.

The moment the news came out, global netizens stopped talking, domestic netizens...

Let's put it this way, in just one hour, a Chinese character became the number one hot search.

"call"

Yeah! It is the onomatopoeia for booing when listening to cross talk.

For domestic netizens, "calling" is the most standard response to the poor performance initiated by Mr. Consultant.

But in order for netizens to issue this word...

As far as Ye Ming knows, except for some regions and countries, the whole world is working hard.

Whether it is the academic circles on both sides, or the business world, or capital...

In short, exchanges from various fields are working hard to develop the plot towards a non-dangerous situation.

Especially capital.

The sense of smell of capital has always been sensitive.

When China announced that all twelve hypersonic missiles had been successfully intercepted, the stock market there plummeted.

Not only that, but the financial markets of several participating countries are also extremely volatile.

On the contrary, the domestic stock market is booming across the board, and the euro is rising against the trend...

...

"Then... what should I do?"

"What's in the bag, don't rush for a while."

Ye Ming sighed in great disappointment: "Oh...the battle is so big."

"Hahaha! Didn't you feel that we are actually not in a hurry now? From today on, that point...is our card."

Ye Ming was slightly taken aback: "How to say?"

"You experience it yourself."//I really can't write this, I really experience it myself.

After finishing speaking, Director Niu hung up the video.

Ye Ming turned his head and spread his hands facing the paint and ink.

The latter chuckled: "The thing in the bag means that if we pinch it, whoever will lose face..."

Ye Ming also laughed.

Yes, from today, that is my own card.

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//It's really not satisfactory at all, but I tried my best (this paragraph has also been revised.)