Chapter 0 [The Origin of Everything]

December 23, 2021.

107 Plank Street, SN District, Altoona, Pennsylvania.

On the wall of a three-story building with a typical American-style red brick exterior wall, there is a nameplate of "White Bull Information Network Service Company".

7:30 a.m.

Tommy Blanco walked into the office with a badge and a Starbucks — like an ordinary office worker.

"How's it going?" Tommy put his backpack on his seat and glanced at the screens hanging on the wall.

The colleague on duty shrugged his shoulders and turned his pen in his hand boringly: "Everything is normal." ”

Tommy sat down expressionlessly, picked up the coffee he had brought and took a sip, his eyes fixed on the screen on the wall for a moment.

The three different split screens show different satellite images.

Three different real-time satellite images show the same target.

In an area of the high seas, a target is being monitored in real time by three different satellites.

Tommy operated in front of the computer: "Forty minutes later, Satellite No. 3 entered the blind zone, and Satellite No. 6 was switched to continue monitoring. ”

Tommy stared at the screen for about a minute, then sat down to look through the watch records.

"You say ......" the colleague walked up to Tommy's side, holding his hand on the back of his chair and sighing, "...... We're going to have to do this for a long time, I've been in this place for three years. ”

Tommy glanced back at the young colleague and smiled: "Isn't this job bad? High salary, high benefits, all insurance is paid for, and you commute to and from work on time every day." I wish this job was going to continue like this - you should really see what the hell the world has become of the outside world. ”

The colleague muttered, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone: "I was transferred from the early retirement of the Navy, but I didn't do such a boring thing and wasting my life." ”

Tommy sighed and stroked his somewhat gray hair: "When you reach my age, you will understand how valuable it is to have a stable job." ”

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【White Bull Information Network Service Company】

The registered capital is 500,000 US dollars

On paper, this is a very ordinary information processing company.

The business scope includes: information consulting, information processing, network construction solution provision, etc. According to the registration data of the municipal system, the company has been operating well for eight years, and its books and tax status are so clean that even the vultures of the IRS (Federal Revenue Service) cannot detect the fault.

- Of course, Tommy knew that these clean and inconspicuous accounts were actually the work of the vultures.

In fact, this [White Bull Information Network Service Company] is just a cover skin.

Its true identity is that of a secret surveillance agency affiliated with the Langley Building (CIA).

The 11-member surveillance team, including Tommy, were all professionally trained surveillance and information analysis personnel, as well as four armed security personnel transferred from the military.

In addition, the monitoring rights of six satellites can be mobilized at any time, and a layer of water-cooled high-density servers hidden in the basement of the building are used for information analysis and processing. and can be accessed at any time with the red clearance of the Federal Supreme Security Information Network.

Eight years ago, when this company was just the first day of its existence.

Tommy Blanco, who had just been transferred from a certain intelligence analysis department of the CIA at that time, looked at the boss of the newly established surveillance team, standing in front of him, pointing to his eyes with one hand and the surveillance screen with the other, roaring at himself, and almost spraying foam on his face.

"We have only one job!

All 11 monitoring members are divided into three shifts, six satellites have time-based monitoring privileges, and 100 hours of overlay monitoring data storage servers!

All with one goal: keep an eye on that damn guy for me!

Keep an eye on him!!

Make sure there are no blind spots, no dark side time periods, no dead ends, all weather, all year round, keep an eye on him! This is not my request! It is the order of the Langley Building, it is the order of the White House!"

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yes, stare that guy to death.

To be precise, it is on the high sea, with a certain latitude and longitude as the center, and the radius does not exceed 200 nautical miles.

According to the order: the target is a boat, and there is a person on board...... This person, the boat, must move within this range, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not allowed to exceed this activity area, otherwise......

At that time, Tommy, who had just arrived at the job, couldn't help but ask his boss a question: What if he ran out?

I remember that at that time, the boss with a fierce expression was suddenly stunned for a moment, and a strange meaning appeared in his eyes.

“...... If that happens...... It's not something we can handle. Someone else will take care of it...... Hopefully the fuck will do it...... Well, no, hopefully that terrible thing never happens. ”

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Eight years, 2,894 days and nights. 69,456 hours.

Tommy has been in the city of Altoona, keeping an eye on the target.

Fortunately, the situation that the boss said never happened.

There are many times when Tommy can't help but have such a year: he, a senior intelligence and information processing expert in the CIA, was arranged to stay in this small town in central Pennsylvania for eight years, and if he said that, he spent eight years of his life staying here just to ......

Keep an eye on a boat that is forever in circles in circles.

Will anyone believe in such a thing?

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For eight years, Tommy also wondered why he was spending so much time to spy on a ship that was always swimming within a radius of 200 nautical miles, what was on this ship, and who was on board?

What Tommy Blanco didn't know was that in addition to country M, there were more than six national and regional alliances in the world, and a similar organization was established at the same time one night eight years ago.

And the goal and mission are also very consistent: keep an eye on the boat!

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Tommy took the last sip of his coffee, tossed the paper cup in the trash, and glanced at the time.

Eight and one in the morning.

There are less than ten minutes left before his 69,457th hour in this company.

He subconsciously stretched and glanced at the screen on the wall again.

On the screen, the sign representing the boat is moving.

"Seems a bit fast?" Tommy couldn't help but rub his eyes, wondering if he was mistaken.

And the direction of the target's movement is getting closer and closer to the critical point of the 200 nautical mile radius drawn by the surveillance!

Tommy subconsciously opened his mouth.

A few seconds later, when the ship's logo finally touched the marking line of the critical point on the screen......

Tommy suddenly jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, his expression horrified.

“WTF！！！”

The voice came from behind, and two colleagues on duty in the same group stared at the screen together, and one of them made a sound.

Tommy instantly felt a rush of blood rush through his head...... It's as if I've been working for eight years, and I'm waiting for this moment in the dark.

At this moment, Tommy, who is a civilian intelligence officer, does not realize anything more at all, and in addition to shock, there is even a trace of ridiculousness in his heart.

...... Actually, really, happened?

Tommy reacted immediately, scrambling to pick up the phone on the table and press a button.

"Boss, something happened. ”

"What," the boss's voice came from the phone.

Tommy swallowed and foamed, "Red alert." ”

On the other end of the line, there was an angry curse - it seemed that the boss had spilled the coffee.

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Four minutes later, in an office in the Langley Building (CIA headquarters), a gloomy-looking middle-aged man picked up the phone and listened, silently put it down, and cursed: "WTF!"

Eight minutes later, in the largest office in the White House, an old white man picked up the phone and listened, and couldn't help but let out a curse: "WTF!"

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December 23, 2021 at 11:21 a.m. local time.

British Lonnihill Island, South Pacific.

The entrance to a local shop on a hillside.

A middle-aged man in a sweatshirt is sitting on a rock smoking a cigarette.

The middle-aged man sat on the stone and turned to look down the hill until a silver yacht by the dock slowly drove away, and he lit another cigarette.

But after only one puff, he began to cough violently.

However, the middle-aged man did not seem to care, but turned around and waved to a vendor with fruit sitting next to the shop not far away.

The vendor seemed stunned for a moment.

"Alright, come here. The middle-aged man frowned, sighed with a cigarette in his mouth: "Let your people come out too." “

The vendor seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and slowly got up and walked over.

As he walked, he took off his coat, revealing the tactical vest underneath. Two movements were made at the same time.

One is to have a companion show up.

The other is to raise his hands in the air to indicate that he has no intention of attacking.

With the middle-aged man as the center, on the hillside, around the direction of nine o'clock and three o'clock, from the bushes and behind the hillside, a group of heavily armed warriors quickly appeared.

The middle-aged man examined it for a moment and whistled: "Six tactical groups, are there anything else?"

The vendor slowly walked up to him: "There are four more sniper positions aimed here." There's a Navy submarine on standby in the water, and if I give the order, your men won't be able to get far from that ship. We'll sink it!"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and smiled disdainfully: "Put away this senseless intimidation." You can't afford that price, and now, you must have a satellite phone on you, right, let me talk to someone who can talk. “

"You shouldn't have torn up the agreement, you walked out of the safe zone we agreed upon!" the vendor's face was gloomy: "Langley Building and the White House are very unhappy about this. “

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Then to hell with those dissatisfied guys, now, let me talk to someone who can really take charge." “

The vendor gritted his teeth, turned around and took out a satellite phone, whispered a few words after connecting it, subconsciously stood up straight, then turned around, and handed over the phone with a complicated look.

The middle-aged man took the phone with a cigarette butt between his fingers.

His eyes looked at the coastline in the distance as if he were careless. Then he grimaced: Hello, Mr. President............ Well...... Well...... Hey, don't curse!

“...... Okay, okay, I see, now is not the time to complain. The middle-aged man smoked a cigarette and talked on the phone: "There will always be an expiration time for any agreement, and I have given the great United States enough face in these eight years at sea, and now, I just want to trample on the soil of the land and smoke a cigarette."

“...... We don't have to go around in circles, you know my physical condition very well, and you will check every time my boat buys even a single piece of potato. You are well aware of the medications I take regularly, and your medical experts must have reversed the progress of my physical condition and the deterioration of my condition, right?"

"Then make a deal, yes, one last trade, now is the time. ”

"The sixteen sets of nuclear bomb codes I stole from you will all be invalidated, and all counter-detonation procedures will be automatically canceled after three months. My request was simple: three months. For three months, you are not allowed to do anything to hunt down my people. My people will dive underwater and disappear from this world entirely. ”

"As for what you want to do in three months, I don't care about it. ”

"That's my final condition, if you accept it, we can open a champagne remotely to celebrate, if not...... BOOM! The explosion of the local nuclear bomb is not exciting?" The middle-aged man held the phone a little further away from his ear, and there seemed to be a roaring voice on the phone.

The middle-aged man continued to laugh, and then said with a serious face: "Okay, stop slapping the table, put away your acting skills against Congress." I'm just going to ask you one thing, is it a deal, Mr. President?"

The other end of the phone fell silent, and the middle-aged man whispered something to the other end of the phone again, and returned the phone to the vendor.

The vendor took the phone, listened to it for a while, and hung up with a complicated expression.

A few minutes later, a bottle of champagne was delivered.

The vendor opened it with his own hands, but the middle-aged man threw away the cup and took the bottle.

"The taste is average. The middle-aged man took a sip of the bottle and pouted: "Considering that the time is tight and the task is urgent, you can immediately take out a bottle of champagne instead of mouthwash, I am satisfied with the work efficiency of Langley Building." ”

As he spoke, he held up the champagne bottle and made a toast gesture to Sky Foot.

"They're watching us from satellites, aren't they. The middle-aged man smiled.

"So, this is the last moment?" the vendor suddenly sneered: "It is included in the list of the most dangerous people by fourteen countries, and thirty-two countries are banned from entering and wanted. The world's most notorious terrorist black hand, the underground king, your end is today?"

"You seem to have a grudge against me?" the middle-aged man smiled at the vendor.

The vendor shook his head and said sarcastically: "I and the three departments of the Langley Building, more than four hundred of the best elites of the American intelligence department, have been 'serving' you for the past eight years. When it comes to the word "service", this guy is kind of gnashing his teeth.

"Hahahaha. The middle-aged man laughed: "I just like your expression: you can't get used to me, but you can't kill me." ”

"It's not a joke. The vendor said in a deep voice, "Lord Lucifer!"

When the middle-aged man heard this name, he suddenly wiped a trace of sharpness in his eyes, raised his eyelids, and smiled: "Actually, I don't like the nickname you gave me at all." In accordance with the tradition in my hometown, I prefer to be called ...... Yama!"

The middle-aged man put down the champagne bottle and lit another cigarette.

But this time, his fingers were already trembling slightly.

The vendor made a gesture with a blank look, and the armed men around him tried to get closer.

"It's useless. The middle-aged man smiled and pointed to his head: "The brain tumor cells have spread to the cerebral cortex and compressed the right side of the spine, not to mention that I have taken a little medicine that allows me to accurately grasp the time of death, and I still have ...... left in my life."

The middle-aged man glanced down at his watch: "Ten ......"

"Nine. ”

"Eight. ”

The vendor exclaimed, "Stand back!!"

The armed men quickly dispersed.

The vendor rushed forward and helped the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked up and smiled: "How do you think a person like me can let himself be captured by you? The one in the White House understands, but you don't." Five...... Four ......"

The vendor gritted his teeth: "Fack!!I will catch all your companions!!"

The middle-aged man looked disdainful: "Don't brag B, you don't have that ability, and your president doesn't dare to give such an order." Three...... Two...... One. ”

"I wish I could see them again, but ...... Angels should go to heaven, but demons like me should go to hell......"

"Zero! hell...... I'm coming...... Hahaha......"

watched the middle-aged man slowly close his eyes and lose his breath......

The vendor exhaled and waved his arms.

Armed men rushed quickly, as well as prepared medical personnel.

After cursing in a low voice, the vendor tore off the tactical vest and threw it to his men, grabbing a medical expert: "I don't know much about medicine, but the brain tumor cells he said spread to the cerebral cortex and compress the spine...... Such a person ......"

The medical expert had a strange expression: "I can only say that even a Siberian white bear, in that case, can only lie on the hospital bed, and cannot move a finger." ”

The vendor looked at him with mixed eyes: "But just a minute ago, he was smoking cigarettes, drinking champagne, and scolding each other on the phone with our president." ”

“...... All I can say is that it's a miracle. The medical expert stammered.

"Whew!" the vendor often exhaled and looked solemnly: "Fortunately, this miracle ...... It's over! It's a blessing for the United States! This demon has finally gone to hell...... No, I should say, back to hell! He should have belonged to that place. ”

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December 23, 2000 at 11:45 a.m.

The Eighth Vocational High School of JN District, Jinling City, Sudong Province, China

Senior 2 (6) class

A teenager suddenly woke up from a sleeping position on his desk.

On the podium, the math teacher is pointing to a problem on the blackboard.

If you know log3(x-2y)+log3(x+2y)=1+log3x+log3y, find the value of log2x-log2y......

The math teacher threw away the chalk, then looked around, stared at the boy, and pointed at him.

"You, Chen Nuo! ”

The young man's eyes were blank for a moment, and he slowly focused, looked at his classmates, looked at the classroom, and then looked at the blackboard......

Afternoon sun, dilapidated classrooms, painted white walls......

Look at the math problems on the blackboard......

“emmmm...... And that's really...... Hell ......"

The boy suddenly smiled bitterly and sighed. His eyes were as bright as the stars.

Ran away for half a life and returned......

Still a teenager.

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