Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

Huang Xuan looked down at his position. It seemed that he was by the window, and it was likely to be illuminated by satellites. However, Bin Laden and the others had already found a seat that could not be found inside after a long time of testing.

"Do you want to shoot it down?" Huang Xuan asked.

"I still don't want it. It's easy to make the US government sensitive and change the government's focus again." Cai Yan said softly.

Galadia smiled and said, "Government activities haven't changed that much."

Cai Yan wrinkled her nose cutely and said, "It's a pity that we can't change too much, otherwise it will be convenient for us to elect a president."

Antesa over there heard the English conversation between Cai Yan and Galadia. The Spaniard who wore glasses and pretended to be a cultural person smiled and said, "Mr. Huang is interested in participating in American politics? With your strength, of course there is no problem." gone."

Huang Xuan smiled and waved his hands without answering, turned around and said in Chinese: "Why don't we block the American satellites first."

Cai Yan thought for a while and said, "Or let them see it, especially you."

"And then? I don't want to get entangled with them."

"Anyway, we're not worried about the Americans. Their suspicions will sabotage the plan." Cai Yan suggested: "It would be great if we could divert their attention to China and technology..."

Huang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Then let's shoot down one of their satellites and let them watch."

The three little aides had no objections, but most of the terrorist leaders who had already occupied the seats around them brought English translations. They couldn't understand Chinese, but it was a waiter who came over to pour water tremblingly. Hearing Huang Xuan's last words, Both legs resonated and fell to the ground.

Huang Xuan first tasted the appearance of the two satellites, both of which have abnormally wide wingspans. The main body of "Hockey 4" is a cylinder like a baseball bag, and the new satellite code-named "basic" is round and regular. Not as hideous as imagined.

Nick introduced: "Great master. These two satellites are image satellites. Basic can theoretically see objects as small as 25 cm on the ground. Hockey 4 is mainly used for night observation, but it can also take pictures of the ground during the day. 60 cm in size, simply put, after image enhancement, it can get a very clear human face."

"As long as I look into the sky, I can see clearly?" Huang Xuan stretched out his neck, grinned at the sky against the glass on the street, and then calmly said: "Blow up the basic. They don't need to see so clearly .”

"Understood, advance to the base Nick to execute the order." Nick shouted twice excitedly, and then said: "It's blown up."

In the satellite office of CIA Langley headquarters, a dozen men in suits and leather shoes stared at the screen. Every face is green.

Several technicians were sweating from their busy heads, and finally said in frustration: "Basic cannot be contacted."

"What's the reason? How long has it been since you guys haven't found the reason?" The person who asked the question was Chauncey the supervisor, a Mississippian who worked as a field agent in the 1970s. Secretly racist. His parents run the farm at home, and he has little technical knowledge.

No one answered. The reason can be guessed, but everyone is unwilling to guess at will without accurate information.

The soundproof door was pushed open heavily, and there was a muffled sound. Director Nege had a cold face, and immediately said, "Show me the latest map, what happened?"

The technician first tuned out the hockey map, and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Chauncey didn't pay much attention to Negg. Described in the language of Washington, Chauncey, who has been a secret agent for 10 years, is the so-called insider of the cia. And Nege is the commander of the president's appointment and the highest officer in contact with the cia. Although Nege has the right to dismiss, except for very few cases, Nege, who was born as a professional diplomat, will not exercise this right, more often. Negri appears as a balancing political force. His understanding of cia did not allow him to make an easy decision.

but. Chauncey couldn't hide the information, he said in a very flat tone: "Basic has lost contact."

Nege was startled, and said with hope, "How long has it been?"

Satellites may lose contact under certain circumstances.

"4 hours." Chauncey's expression was not very good. Losing contact for 4 hours basically meant that they lost the satellite.

Nege also didn't understand technology, looked at both sides, and said, "Basic is the latest satellite? How did it disappear?"

Chauncey didn't say anything, but pressed a few keys on the console.

It was Huang Xuan's smiling face that came out.

Cai Yan contacted members of nearly 400 organizations, not limited to terrorist organizations, but also representatives of various bad organizations, criminal groups, and local snakes in different regions who want to whitewash.

When most of the latecomers enter the door, they are both curious about the "mysterious" teleportation and proud of their own strength. They pull their younger brothers to stride forward, but after the harmonious exchange and dialogue, most of them will be immersed in the idol's life. Charming.

Drug dealers will meet the long-awaited upstream growers.

Arms dealers meet long-familiar rebels.

Zealots will meet long-hated heretics.

Amid the chaos, a healthy Mr bin Laden remains a beacon.

Under his chairmanship, more than 400 people spoke on behalf of their organizations. Long before this, the diners in the western restaurant quietly disappeared.

The two remaining waiters and the manager listened tremblingly to a group of "lunatics" talking in a language they didn't understand -- the most frightening thing was that other crazy people were talking in a language they understood...

At the beginning, Huang Xuan would pay attention to their conversations, but soon, the technology distribution led by Cai Yan turned into a bidding and auction model. There are too many people, and those who have tasted the sweetness and heard the sweetness are not willing to give up.

Improving the development of p112 is a long-term thing, Huang Xuan is not too anxious, he is alone playing with the ornaments on the table, and when most people are satisfied, Cai Yan opens an energy screen in front of him and said: "689 technology, sold for $4 billion.”

A piece of technology is only less than 10 million US dollars, Huang Xuan curled his lips and said, "It's like giving away for nothing, how much will we lose?"

Cai Yan chuckled twice and said: "The technologies we sell are all quite mature technologies. Every time a technology is realized, the few may lose thousands, and the many may lose millions. Especially space technology, the loss is particularly large. .”

"Millions?" Huang Xuan exhaled.

"Well, the continuous loss may last for many years. What is certain is the amount of loss in a short period of time. According to Lorraine's estimation, if 689 starts to be realized at the same time, our instantaneous energy loss will be about 12 million, and then we will lose 4000 per year. 10,000, if we count the people or things related to it, we have to prepare 100 million tons in the first year."

Therefore, it is not easy to raise a plane. The cost of self-developed and artificial fattening is also different. Huang Xuan tapped his fingers on the table and said: "100 million can be 100 times, which is 10 billion ?”

"That's not how it works." Galadia knew more about the plane world, and said with a smile: "We used to buy from Mr. Commas, but the problem now is that the r plane may not be available. Innerton, at least the Commas family can't get it out."

There are more than 60 bases in the r plane, and the authority exceeds tens of millions, but their own consumption is also very large, and it is indeed difficult to flow 100 million energy.

Huang Xuan nodded understandingly, and said, "I'll deal with today's matter after it's over, and it's not today's matter for them to realize the technology. How much can p112 do?"

It was Xiao He who was always monitoring the status of the plane, and he said in a dark voice: "If the normal operation of the plane is not affected, there are still 2 million energy tons left."

The disadvantage of p112 lies in its barren Negtun zone. This alone is thousands of times cheaper than other planes. For a plane such as r138, the limit loss must be more than billions of energy, let alone a 3-series plane.

"Buy 10 million Wannengtons from the r plane first." Huang Xuan whispered to Galadia, "Try to talk to Mr. Commas, if it doesn't work, 5 million is fine, don't ask for less, as for the rest Next, let me see and talk."

"What about the price? 100:1 is the purchase price of Mr. Commas. It is not good for us to buy it like this." Galadia thought.

Huang Xuan said uncertainly, "What do you think?"

"Let Mr Commas drive it himself?"

"Also."

Huang Xuan finished his whisper, and seeing Cai Yan and Galadia each turned on their energy screens and started working, he sneaked his hands towards Ruochan.

Xiao Diaomei doesn't like politics and business. She was just sitting next to Huang Xuan and listening, her thighs suddenly felt cold. Before she could shout, she saw Huang Xuan's narrow eyes. To drip out.

Huang Xuan pursed his lips, half-closed his eyes, feeling the delicate skin, really wanted to put on a camouflage mask and rush forward.

The two of them at this moment are quite happy after a little farewell. Little Sable Meimei clenched her teeth, her lips were drawn into a line, and her face seemed painful and happy. The little daughter is full of coquettishness.

While the two were chatting, other people were also hurrying to communicate. I don’t know how long it took before Jangalani from Abu Sayyaf asked, “Mr. Huang, should we talk in a safe place? It's been an hour and the police are going to come in at any moment."

Meimei Ruochan firmly held onto Huang Xuan's hand, not to let him play tricks any more. The latter coughed lightly and said, "Don't worry, I still have something to do. I'll send you back when it's over. I'll deal with the police."

He said loudly to everyone in the hall: "Guys, I don't know who has pirates under his command? I want to recruit some.".