"That's great news." I can only smile bitterly at Madame Ice.

According to the original plan, we could ensure safety by exiting Cheka Town at the right time, but now, no matter which direction we evacuate, we could be devastated, and it is already impossible to escape.

"How so?" Lady Ice muttered, "Why did it suddenly become like this?" What exactly are we doing wrong? ”

Tracing back to the source, the appearance of the electric falcon in Dunhuang is a catastrophe*. He tried in vain to steal the secrets of the Mogao Grottoes, but he buried a huge * around him, and affected the entire northern power.

"One can only hope that Miyankov and the think tank will change their minds, evacuate the mountains of the Caucasus and return to the capital." I say

"No way, the think tank personnel have gone crazy, almost all of them are citing the example of the United States frantically plundering global scientists after World War II, and strongly demand that Miyankov immediately open the mountain, release all the trapped wise men, let these people join the national think tank, create a prosperous era of global unity and domination of the world, and make Miyankov the 'first person in the world' who has attracted more attention than Alexander the Great. Everyone went crazy, they all thought they had found the treasure house of the forty thieves in "Arabian Nights......", "Mrs. Ice couldn't continue, and she was so anxious that she paused.

It is clear that the think tank staff have gone astray, but they think that this is a godsend to the country's development.

If they are allowed to move on, they will all fall off the cliff at the same time, and there will be no place to bury.

"Stop them." I put forward my opinion.

"How to stop it?" Lady Ice asked.

For a group of madmen kidnapped by fanatical patriotism, there is really nothing to do but put them in an iron cage.

"Order your men to act first, disarm Miyankov and them, and then clear the field and make this a no-go zone." It's all I can think of.

Madame Bing shook her head and spread her hands helplessly: "It's late, an hour ago, Miyankov had already disarmed all my men and declared a wartime emergency in the town of Cheka under the personal command of the Führer. Half of my men have been converted, half slain, and have lost everything. ”

I let out an "ah" and said nothing more.

Since they are facing a group of fanatical madmen, whatever they do is expected.

The power of Miyankov alone is limited, and the terrible thing is that this group of state think tank personnel are all highly intelligent people, and as long as they find a cathartic point, they can make the entire Caucasus Mountain tremble.

"Let's go? Stay? Lady Ice asked.

In the distance, the helicopter was under strict military control, and two teams of guards patrolled in a circle all the time, prohibiting idlers from approaching.

With the strength of Madame Ice and I, it is not difficult to hijack a helicopter at this time, and if there is an hour of evacuation time, it can almost save your life.

Then, the only thing I have to do is to take Jian Rong and see if she has a chance to recover.

"Let's go." I nodded.

"Let's go." Mrs. Ice stepped back, her right hand pressed on the doorknob.

"Disaster is coming." The man suddenly opened his eyes, returned from meditation, and lunged forward with an arrow step, blocking in front of Lady Ice and pushing her hand away.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mrs. Ice reached down with her hands, ready to draw her gun.

"No, ma'am, listen to him." I'll stop it in time, and ask Mrs. Ice to calm down.

Meditation allows one to wander and discover the original truth beneath the surface. Looking at the person's appearance, it seems that he has received valid information from the plant.

"If a large group of wise men were suddenly released, the world would explode with information and all nations would be drawn into war...... You can't do that, you can't let them out, they're going to rewrite history, they're going to make a big mess – you can only let them die, these people are dead, and the world order can start anew and develop in an orderly ......manner," the man cried out breathlessly.

"Rewriting history" is the biggest problem, and it is the last thing that those in power in various countries want to see.

History has been decided, for example, in China, the popular "Twenty-four History", "Historical Records" and "Zizhi Tongjian" are all recognized by all scholars and readers, and in their ideology, the historical truth and relevant details are like that, which are inseparable, learnable, credible, and readable. Once another person saves up another history that is contrary to the existing official history, then the consciousness of readers and the people will become confused, and they will not know who to believe.

The trouble at the moment is that if all the former bigwigs imprisoned in the temple are freed from their predicament, each of them will be able to overturn a piece of history with their own memory, and the history of the world will become dozens or hundreds, at a loss, and they don't know what is right or wrong.

When people lose their faith, a country loses its credibility and soon falls apart and ceases to exist.

It is conceivable that by that time, Miyankov's position will not be kept, and the northern powers will definitely split again, repeating the scene of the fall of the Northern Alliance.

"Indeed, the best way is to kill them all, just like your ancient Qin Shi Huang 'burned books and pit Confucianism'." Mrs. Ice said.

Qin Shi Huang did a very strange thing, after the unification of the six countries, not only confiscated the world's weapons and cast bronze figures, but also ordered the burning of books and Confucianism, and wiped out the culture and Confucianism, which almost made the Chinese civilization break in the Qin Dynasty.

There were too many wise men during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, which led to the War of the Seven Kingdoms, which was protracted and the people suffered. Perhaps Qin Shi Huang also saw this clearly, so he decisively took thunderbolt measures in an attempt to cut off the root of this disaster.

"What would he do if the Falcon was here?" I asked.

Mrs. Bing was stunned, and her face immediately became gloomy.

There are not so many "ifs" in the world, and the electric falcon is more than lucky after being held hostage, which is exactly the sore spot of Mrs. Ice.

"Answer me?" I broke the casserole and asked in the end, and I had to find the answer.

Denfalcon is a statesman par excellence, and if you can guess what he is doing, you may be able to solve our current difficulties.

"He has always acted decisively, and there is no ambiguity in major matters. In the past, the domestic political and economic circles highlighted hidden dangers on several occasions, and he personally ordered the cancer to be cut off without leniency. Even if he touched the bottom line of several major interest groups, he persevered until the goal was achieved. Lady Ice replied.

"Okay, I see." I nodded.

"You understand? So what to do? She asked.

"Take advantage of the situation, use your strength to blow up half of the Caucasus Mountain and destroy the temple of the Indigo." I replied.

This approach borders on ignorance and violence, but it can eliminate all problems and eradicate them completely.

Mrs. Bing thought for a while, and immediately nodded: "Understood, understood, it is also about blowing up the mountain to save people, as long as the equivalent of * is increased by a hundred times, and people and mountains fly into the sky at the same time, everything will be a hundred." ”

I pointed her out exactly such a path, but it does not need to be a hundredfold, it is enough to increase the calculated * equivalent by a factor of five.

"I'll take care of it." Hope burned up in Lady Ice's eyes again.

"Find a way out first, and then control the first detonation time of *. As soon as possible, as soon as possible. I said.

Without any delay, Madame Ice immediately turned and left.

I looked down from the west window, and Mrs. Bing was talking on the phone as she walked, and she was resolute and gave orders one by one.

In ancient times, if Yugong wanted to move mountains, he had to rely on the power of several generations of descendants to carry it on his shoulders and carry it more than once. In modern times, not to mention Taihang Mountain and Wangwu Mountain, even the world's top mountains such as Kilimanjaro, Himalayas, and West Kunlun Mountain will fall one after another in the fierce* rumble, without any hindrance.

I hope that the following actions will go smoothly, but I also have regrets in my heart, whether it is Jian Rong or Gu Qingcheng, they will all lose their place in this big trend, and everything will give way to the best interests of mankind.

"Hey, give me paper and pen." The man screamed.

"At the desk." I pointed to the right.

When the army requisitioned the dwellings, all the inhabitants were driven out empty-handed, taking nothing with them.

The man found a pen and paper, crouched down on his desk and drew it.

In this country, winter is like a life-and-death threshold, and from October to February, there are constant reports of residents dying of cold and starvation. Especially in a remote area like the Cheka Town, where there is no half of a person in the mountains after the heavy snow covers the mountains, then it will not be until at least March next year that the explosion will come to light. At that time, as long as the government dignitaries led by Lady Ice flatly deny it, they can clear up the relationship and make the Cheka Town an unsolved case.

As soon as the success is achieved, things like those done by Miyankov and Madame Ice require a large number of soldiers and SWAT officers to back their backs and become the most innocent victims.

In a superpower, the army is the absolute military Great Wall, strictly carrying out orders, never greedy for life and fear of death, and always charging at the front line of dire straits. They are the hope of the country and the nation, and every victim deserves to be remembered by the people forever.

I pressed my hands on the windowsill and watched Madame Bing's back up the steps of the small building in the distance.

Suddenly, Mrs. Ice turned around and waved at me from afar.

I waved my hand in response, and my heart welled up with a slight emotion.

This time, we are collaborators, but we are not friends, but a pure community of interests. If you win, you will retreat together, and if you lose, you will be crushed together.

"Go ahead, hold on." I whispered my blessings.

Of course, Madame Ice couldn't hear me, but I believe that with my backing, she will be able to deal with it calmly and deal with Miyankov and the think tank staff.

"Hey, hey?" The man called me from behind.

I turned around, and he held a pencil sketch to his chest.

"I know this person, and you know him." He said.

His painting skills are not very good, but I still recognize it, it is Gu Qingcheng's face.

"yes, we all know each other, what do you mean?" I asked.

"She's in the belly of the mountain." He said.

My mind suddenly froze, and two pairs of hundreds of pounds of burdens immediately fell on my shoulders.

"She was in the mountains, and I saw her, and I read about her in your head, and I drew it." The man said.

I shook my head slightly, throwing away all my chaotic thoughts, focusing only on the name "Gu Qingcheng".

"In the mountains, imprisoned? If the mountain is blown up, she will die too, right? If she hadn't blown up the mountain, she would have been imprisoned there for the rest of her life, right? She's here, why didn't you say it earlier, but dragged it out until now? When I had completed the plan to negotiate with others, I said...... "If you are concerned about yourself, my emotions will be out of control for a moment, but in less than half a minute, I immediately adjusted my thinking and said the last sentence, "I want to save her, you must have a way." ”

There is no doubt that as long as I know the whereabouts of Gu Qingcheng, no matter whether there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire or a cliff in front of me, I will save her without hesitation, putting my personal life and death aside.

"Yes, I have a solution." The man replied.

"Say." I calmed down and looked at him quietly.

Now, I am not dealing with a good man, but the first executioner of the Jewish people in World War II, who led the establishment and operation of Auschwitz. The solution that such a person can come up with must be a dangerous action like licking blood with a knife.

At the critical moment, the man shut up, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

I didn't rush to speak, knowing full well that the experience of the two of us was too far apart, and if I was not cautious and restrained, I would fall into the trap of the other party if I was not careful.

He walked over and handed me the portrait of Gu Qingcheng.

I stopped looking at him and continued to look out the window.

When Gu Tingcheng disappeared in Cave 112 of Mogao Caves, no one was puzzled and could not provide any clues.

Similarly, if Gu Tingcheng appeared in the distant Caucasus Mountain Indigo Temple, no one would be confused and would not be able to give any reason.

So, for me, the only goal is to look back at the city, ignore the process, and only the result.

There was movement on the side of the temple, and within a radius of two kilometers above and below the mountain, at least twenty reflective points appeared. Those who have experience on the battlefield know that it was the engineers of the demolition team who were calculating the angle. Once the first-hand data is obtained, the computer will automatically give the optimal force point and blasting yield for the burial*. Every flash of light seen so far is the feedback mirror of the laser rangefinder, and it is roughly estimated that the demolition team will carry out a series of blasts around the temple of the Indigo, the depth of which is unknown, but the range is the square with a side length of two kilometers.

It was a risky operation, and no one could have predicted its harmfulness.

Facing the temple and the hillside, all I can think of are examples of scientific experiments that failed in the northern powers, such as the sudden explosion of the Cherobyl nuclear power plant, the air explosion of a manned rocket landing on the moon, and the eternal loss of power of the ice sea nuclear submarine...... The national identity of the great northern powers has always been fierce, and they are good at breaking into the blank and forbidden areas of the global scientific and technological community. Its courage is commendable, but its methods are too undesirable.

Scientific experiments are not reckless and stunned actions, but a complex process of "bold assumptions and careful verification".

The bombing of the temple without extensive scientific arguments only proves that the blood of an authentic northerner was in the blood of Miyankov.

"A reckless warrior, a man unfit to be the head of a great power." That's what I concluded about Miyankov.