"We need an explanation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Maynard said to the old man opposite, "According to what we have discussed, shouldn't we cooperate? Why would the PLA directly attack Gensokyo?"

"It's useless for you to tell me this kind of thing. At this time, there was no trace of the kind and somewhat old cleaner on Lihexuan's body. "The actions of the military are not something we can restrict. The aborigines of Gensokyo have destroyed one of our infantry regiments and an armored battalion, how can you let us swallow this bad breath? Or rather, what benefits can swallowing this bad breath bring to China? And who can guarantee that Gensokyo will not attack us again? Because the above judgment has determined that the benefits of fighting are more than not fighting, and the disadvantages are less than not fighting, so even if we terminate this cooperation, we will fight. In addition, the premise of cooperation is no longer valid, and we have achieved our goal by getting the whereabouts of the missing troops. ”

"But, but, aren't you afraid of U.S. countermeasures?"

"Have you taken few countermeasures over the years? Are there any new tricks?"

"All in all, the United States should have the right to explore Gensokyo!"

"Then it depends on whether you are sincere or not. What are you hiding? tell us that what you want to do against Gensokyo will be possible without being interfered with by the military. Otherwise, there is nothing to talk about. ”

Now, Maynard finally got a taste of how the Soviets felt during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Whether it is the air supremacy over Gensokyo, the right to control the sky, or the only way to connect Gensokyo in the present world, it is all in the hands of the People's Liberation Army, and the chance of success in the defense breakthrough is very small. In this case, there is simply no other way than to cooperate.

"I can't reveal the ultimate goal. After thinking for a while, Maynard said, "How about each side take a step back? The United States will send personnel to Gensokyo to carry out corresponding exploration work, but this process must be under the supervision of Chinese personnel." ”

This is a challenge book.

Li Hexuan raised an eyebrow. The other party's meaning is clear: let's bet on the ability of the agents to do their jobs and fight a game. If you have the ability, then snatch the information from us, otherwise, it will be our final victory!

A very bold gamble. In this desperate situation, it is the only way to achieve the goal.

"Very interesting proposition. But, like you, I don't have the right to decide. Li Hexuan raised his left hand and looked at the ancient mechanical watch on his wrist, "I will give you an answer before six o'clock tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Hopefully, this time, we can have a great collaboration. ”

"Of course. I can foresee that this is how things will turn out. The sixth sense of the elderly is often very accurate. ”

The two sides stood up, shook hands politely, and walked out of the café one after the other.

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"It's ...... Did you just cut the onion, boss?" Ge Yiwei looked at the white and purple things on the plate, "Why did you think of cutting onions......?"

"This ...... You can cut it if you want, do you have any opinions? Eating onions can also prevent colds!"

"Ah, I know this, my mother is shouting at the dinner table all day long, it can also prevent cancer......" Seeing Lingmeng grab a large handful of onions and stuff them into his mouth, Ge Yiwei had no choice but to nod slowly, "Then the three, are you sent from Europe?"

"Of course. The blonde man put the sniper rifle in his hand on his back and stretched out his hand to Ge Yiwei, "The captain doesn't like to talk much, so let me introduce you." My real name isn't very nice, just call me K. Kudzu...... Yiwei is it? Maybe the pronunciation is not quite right, don't mind it, brother. ”

Looks like he's supposed to be his peer. Ge Yiwei also stretched out his hand: "Next, we have to cooperate well, K." ”

"Of course, we're still peers, aren't we? Would you like to take the time to try your marksmanship? I'm pretty confident in that. ”

"In that case, forget it. Competing with the special forces in marksmanship, my self-esteem will not be able to stand it. Ge Yiwei shook his head with a smile, turning his face towards the tall brown-haired man at the window, "So, who is this?"

"Jim, squad leader. Responsible for command and fire support in the ranks. ”

"Well, one person can bring a rifle, a squad machine gun and so much ammunition?" Seeing the other party stand up, the ammunition on his body collided with each other, making a "bang" sound, Ge Yiwei was a little surprised, and then stretched out his hand, "You are really ...... It's amazing. Please accept my respect and jealousy as an ordinary soldier. ”

Feeling the thick calluses on the other party's hands, Ge Yiwei couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart: It is said that special forces are not people, if you want me to see, this level is no longer something that can be described in these three words, right?

Seeing Jim retract his hand and crouch down again, taking out a cigarette, as if he was sulking in some way, Ge Yiwei turned his gaze to K for help. The other party smiled: "Don't mind, the captain is not angry, he has this temper, he likes to nest alone in the corner and not say anything." Thanks to this, his orders were the most concise and accurate in battle. And finally, ......"

"Please wait a minute, as far as I know, shouldn't the average special squad be four people?"

"Ah, about this or ...... Don't mention it yet. K scratched the blonde hair.

"Yes...... I'm sorry, "There should be something hidden, right?" Looking at the obedient expression on the other party's face, Ge Yiwei thought, "I didn't mean to offend you......

"It's okay, it's okay, after all, you don't know how to know what's going on. K waved his hand, "Finally, this is Gaskel." ”

"Hello. We're going to be fighting together for a while, so let's get along. "The guy in front of him has brown hair and heterochromic eyes, one blue and one gray. Is it wearing contact lenses, or is it really heterochromia? While making various guesses in his mind, Ge Yiwei stretched out his right hand.

"Don't touch me like cannon fodder, you don't have to get my hands dirty. ”

What? Did I hear it wrong? Looking at the other party's garbage-like eyes, Ge Yiwei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Hey, Gaskel, don't do that. Haven't we tested Ge's strength yet? Don't jump to conclusions!"

"Jump to conclusions? What strength can such a commodity that can't even get into the reconnaissance unit have? All they can do is to be cannon fodder on the front line. Why on earth do we elites want to work with such people? It's an insult to my guns. ”

"Alright, Gaskel, you can talk a little less!"

"Mr. Gaskel...... Really?" Ge Yiwei stabilized his emotions, "Can you please repeat what you just said?"

"Do you want to hear it again? No problem, listen well, a guy like you who can't even get into the reconnaissance unit can only be cannon fodder on the front line, that is, to send him to death, and nothing else can do anything! You are just a bunch of garbage, do you understand?"

"Ah, it turns out that this is how Mr. Gaskell views our group of ordinary infantry......" Ge Yiwei's smile had froze on his face, "We are just ordinary infantry, then, are the special forces amazing?"

His outstretched right hand trembled slightly, then jerked it back, and his left hand, which had been hanging down, slapped Gaskell in the face, only to be stopped by the other man in the middle of the process. However, this was just a feint, and at the same time as this action, the Type 98 on Ge Yiwei's waist was pulled out and resisted Gaskel's head.

"Now, then, tell me, Mr. Special Forces, is there any difference in action between a special soldier and an ordinary infantryman in such a situation? Is it just because you are a special soldier, that this bullet I fired will not go through your head, shatter your skull, and splash your brain on the wall behind you?"

"Calm down, Ge, we're supposed to be partners, aren't we? Why is this happening?"

"I'm calm now! I agree, but partner? Ge Yiwei turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Special Forces, have you ever experienced positional warfare? Do you know how it feels to be a comrade-in-arms you are familiar with to fall one by one next to you? Attention, it's not just one, it's one after another, one after another, and it never ends until the battle is over! You have to watch the bastards who were still chatting with you yesterday being killed by any possible means, and when you can no longer see this hellish scene, there is a high chance that it means that you are dead! If you're lucky enough to survive, then tell me that hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of people lying on the battlefield are garbage, and they're all going to die! Special forces, good marksmanship, an egg! A stray bullet still opens your skull! On the front line of positional warfare, all people are fragile and equal, and when you really become an unkillable non-human, you have the right to despise us, understand!?"

"Mr. Ge, don't look like this! You're very strange now!"

"Put the gun down, Ge, or I'll shoot first!"

"Mr. K, can you calm down, please!"

"Sanae? What's going on? Why did Xiaowei point a gun at that person? He must have said it was dangerous, right?"

Gaskell didn't speak. Taking advantage of Ge Yiwei's inattention, he knocked down the other party at once, and then rode on Ge Yiwei, controlled his hands, and smashed punches into the other party's face one after another.

"Hey, Chinese guy, weren't you very arrogant just now?

"Alright Gaskel, stop. Jim, who had been crouching in the corner, spoke. Gaskell snorted and moved away from Ge Yiwei. With the support of Sanae and Reimu, Ge Yiwei wiped his nosebleed and stood up.

"Xiaowei, are you okay?"

"It's just a little nosebleed, it's nothing, put away your gossip furnace. Ge Yiwei patted Marisa's hat.

"I apologize for the immature remarks of my players. I'm very sorry. ”

"No, I'm at fault too. Or rather, it's mostly my fault. However, it is a bit ...... to hear that others not only insult themselves, but also those who have died."

"I understand. So, can we start the mission?" Seeing Ge Yiwei nodding, Jim projected a holographic screen into the air, "Let's pick up the three of us in Nagoya first, and then put on the radiation suits that have been prepared and go to Tokyo Bay, where a submarine is waiting for us, and then land in Busan, South Korea." Let's talk about the rest when we get to Busan. That's it. Transportation is ready, and we will depart in ten minutes. ”

"Understood. Boss, Marisa, Miss Toshiya. Ge Yiwei turned around. I don't know why, he really doesn't want to see Gaskell's face now, I guess the other party should be in the same mood, "Do you still have onions? I want to eat some." ”

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The observer is dreaming again. No, to be precise, this should not be considered a dream, the observer cannot rest, and once the observation is over, the consequences will be very serious. But if it's a simple reminiscence of the past, it's not the same thing...... I can't understand this strange state of mind even when I observe it.

He "dreamed" of something that had happened a long time ago. At that time, he was still a student.

"Let's see what you learned yesterday. What is the definition of 'entropy'?"

"Entropy?entropy refers to the degree of chaos in the system......"

"Wrong! How many times have I told you, discarding all your previous views, and now your task is to redefine the specific meaning of each physical value from the perspective of the observer! Listen to it again, entropy is a mathematical description of the number of possibilities and the probability of probability in the system itself!"

"However, this definition is flawed in all cases......

"From the observer's point of view, it's just fine! After teaching you for so long, you don't seem to understand the concept of an observer. Do you still think that the so-called observer is God?"

"Isn't it?"

"It's weird. When performing double-slit interference experiments with electrons, all we can do is know the probability of electron distribution. Is it true that the electrons of the scientists will obediently hit the place they designate as soon as they point the finger? The observer, too, knows only probability. No matter how small the probability is, it can happen, but are you still imprisoned in traditional determinism? Then I can only say that I really found the wrong person. Again, the question of whether God exists or not is a question. Anyway, I think if he exists, the image will not be too good. ”

The last sentence intrigued observers. He cautiously asked, "What is the image of God in your eyes?"

"Oh God. If he really exists, and if he can decide everything in this universe, then he is definitely a gambler, and his right hand has been cut off for a debt to the casino. Otherwise, how did he create this universe?"

He was joking. In the memory of observers, this is the only time he joked.

Then, the "dream" "wakes up". The observer freed himself from that state of mind and "looked around" for a moment. Once again, he deeply felt that this universe was really bad.