Hardcore crisis

Washington, D.C.

Half past seven in the morning.

The black bulletproof limousine turned and drove out of Maine Avenue, weaving through numerous vehicles, and finally parked slowly in front of a high-end office building.

The bodyguards in black uniforms who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward to open the door of the car and greeted an old man with silver hair who walked out of the car on crutches. He looked up and saw the famous star logo of "Aaron Martin Space Systems" engraved on the car. In front of the office building.

As a branch in Washington, although it is certainly not as large as the headquarters in Maryland, as a branch for lobbying Congress and the President, it is actually more important in some cases.

In front of this old man, his skin was already covered with wrinkles, but this was no longer enough to affect his prestige. When he walked into the building, the bodyguards cleared away the employees inside, allowing the old man to be safely accompanied by the bodyguards. Enter the elevator.

The elevator went straight to the seventeenth floor and then stopped.

For safety reasons, Washington does not allow large-scale construction of high-rise buildings. The 17th floor is already located high in the office building.

In this office specially reserved for the elderly, a blond woman in professional clothes respectfully poured a cup of black tea for the elderly and then quietly left.

The old man came to the floor-to-ceiling glass with a cane. Looking northwest from his position, he could roughly see the Jefferson Memorial and the Washington Monument. Not far above them, there is the most powerful national power on the planet. The symbolic "White House".

The man who has been in charge of the White House for nearly eight years and is about to leave the most powerful seat on earth should be holding a meeting in the "White House Situation Research Room" right now.

Just as he was thinking about it, the secretary's voice suddenly came over the phone.

"Sir, the person you have an appointment with is waiting outside."

"Let him come up," the old man replied without hesitation.

"Yes, sir."

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

He is 1.75 meters tall, with a little black beard, a high nose, and a bit of black secretion in the corners of his deep-set eyes. Although his appearance is not amazing, his unhurried movements make the visitor look like a well-educated person. gentleman.

"No. 1, you're here."

Turning his head, the old man's voice suddenly changed from the old tone just now to a tone without any emotion.

"No. 2, it seems I don't need to put on another body for you."

The middle-aged man who was called "No. 1" by the old man, the wrinkles on his face quickly became smooth, like sudden ripples, spreading rapidly from beginning to end. One moment, he was still an unspectacular middle-aged man, and the next In an instant, it transformed into a robot with a body made of silver-white metal and eyes flashing blue.

"I didn't expect the assassination of this person to be so intense. The intelligence in this regard was not collected completely."

No. 2 replied calmly.

"I probably underestimated the sensitivity of Aaron De Sciglio's identity."

No. 1 replied.

"Yes, he controls the Allen Martin Space Systems Company. As the world's largest arms dealer, many humans hate him."

No. 2 did not continue to pay attention to this past thing, but put the matter on the other side: "The leader did not tell me that CVB371 liquid metal has been successfully developed and tested."

"The preliminary experiment was successful 17 hours and 23 minutes ago, but there are still some weaknesses and it is impossible to fully use CVB371 liquid metal..."

No. 1 said, showing his metal palm, and saw layers of mercury-like waves spreading out, revealing the titanium metal hand bones inside.

"Then it can only be used to change appearance."

No. 2 took a look and said: "I applied to use CVB371 liquid metal. Artificial electronic skin still has weaknesses, which may be seen through, and it is not conducive to concealment at critical moments."

"I am here to take your place this time. You can return to the base tonight for transformation."

After No. 1 finished speaking, he turned to the floor-to-ceiling glass outside. Of course, he was not looking at the empty blue sky outside, but between the electronic eyes of the two, the arranged real-time image data had begun to be transmitted back.

At the end of the corridor on the first floor of the West Wing of the White House, in the White House Situation Research Room, the president was sitting with various senior officials and dignitaries, and a special meeting began.

Here are the chairman of the Joint Conference, the commander of the US Joint Special Operations Command, the Department of Homeland Security, the NSA, the CIA and many other senior officials.

Director Brennan sat on the left hand side of the president, and the red top-secret document was delivered to everyone. Although Director Brennan had read it several times, he still carefully took out the document and read it again.

A detailed map of Southeast Asia began to appear on the big screen, quickly zooming out to the Indonesian province of North Sulawesi.

"More than two months ago, the CIA intelligence department in Jakarta learned the news that according to rumors, more than a dozen pirates and terrorist organizations that have been hovering in the Maluku Sea have been attacked by unknown forces. In just one week, at least nearly The pirate force of five hundred people was wiped out. Please don’t look at me like this. We did not support Indonesia with any weapons, equipment or personnel. Of course, this is not the result of their navy... In fact, if they had such capabilities, dozens of There shouldn’t have been any pirate organizations there years ago.”

"I don't understand why this small matter requires a special meeting?"

Admiral Mullen, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, flipped through the documents and asked Director Brennan this question.

For big men like them, this is really just a small thing. There are countless big things that bother them every day.

"Your Excellency, this is what I need to say next."

"Five months ago, the CIA discovered information from the XS forum on the deep web. A newly established security company in Jakarta was recruiting retired military officers in large numbers from various countries around the world..."

"This is the private security company called 'Pan Rock'. We have not found their specific predecessors and information, but the founder of this company is very interesting. Balefis, 63 years old, previously lived in Paris. He is one of the top executives of the XMFS Group in New York, and managing accounts is his specialty. Because of him, the Tax Bureau and the Drug Enforcement Administration have had several encounters. However, he was later hunted down by the XMFS Group because of his defection. And the five A few months ago, he suddenly became the legitimate legal person of this 'Pan Rock' private security company, and recruited a large number of retired officers and soldiers from all over the world, totaling more than 350 people."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the senior officials present suddenly became serious.

This is by no means a small number. A former mafia gang boss confidant with unknown origins and targeted by the CIA suddenly recruited so many retired soldiers. What is the purpose? If it were other things, it would be easy to say, but when the CIA singled it out, did it threaten the security of the United States?

"Everyone, I think he has recruited so many... and there are many special soldiers among them. I don't think it is to maintain world peace, right?" Brennan briefly humored, making the senior officials present chuckle softly.

"To this end, the CIA infiltrated on behalf of several recruited personnel. Unfortunately, four of them have no contact with them anymore. They are all very good agents and have successfully completed many missions in the past. Fortunately, the fifth person is here Before losing contact, a piece of encrypted data was successfully transmitted back."

As he spoke, Brennan operated the computer, causing a series of photos to flash on the big screen.

A huge camp, many soldiers undergoing training, a large number of thermal weapons that make people breathe hard, and... that robot that makes pupils shrink like a hunting dog, with its extremely comfortable structure and unimaginable agility, national defense The robot dog that the Research Projects Agency and Allen Martin Company have jointly researched for many years cannot be compared with it at all. The gap is so big that even people who don't understand military affairs can see it at a glance.

There are also palm-sized micro drones, exoskeleton armored combat suits, and advanced individual weapons that have never been seen before.

The display of this series of photos, if they were original and untouched photos, would be simply terrifying. When did an unknown force with such advanced technology appear on Earth? (To be continued ~^~)