While the heads of state were silent, Victor's exhibition was not over.

It's still a real-time projection.

A Type 214 frigate flew out of the Battlestar, the camera gives the perspective of the frigate, only the fist-sized Earth is quickly zoomed in, and after 2 seconds, it is hovering over the Earth's outer space.

The projection turns, and it comes to the cockpit of the frigate, revealing Steve's sunny face.

Victor waved his hand at the projection and said, "Steve, how do you feel as the first human on Earth to fly a space battleship?" ”

"What? Feelings? Steve in the projection twisted his neck and said bitterly: "If there was this little guy in World War II, I probably wouldn't have missed that ball." ”

Victor's lips pursed slightly—according to the script, this is not what Steve should have said.

"Very high." Victor turned away: "Alice, tell you about the performance of this charming little guy." ”

"Okay, Chen." Alice replied.

"The Type 214 frigate, equipped with a small light-speed engine, can accelerate to the speed of light in 0.1 milliseconds, and has a built-in gravity support system, which can greatly offset the damage to the human body caused by light-speed navigation and reach the limit that the human body can bear."

"The attack weapon is a small ship-based light cannon, which is too small and does not have a space folding engine loaded, and has an effective range of 10 light seconds, which can destroy targets with a mass of less than 1,000 tons."

......

Alice introduced the frigate's data in detail, during which Steve also came to his senses and realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his face was solemn.

Compared to Steve, the atmosphere at the scene was polarized.

Reporters and other people who eat melons naturally all showed exclamation, and the performance of this frigate is simply a fighter jet.

Members of the Security Council and heads of state are even more restless.

Light-speed engine, with a strike range of up to 10 light-seconds, can be piloted by humans, and can devastate targets with a mass of less than 1,000 tons.

What does this mean?

This Type 214 frigate can completely stop at the edge of the moon and carry out effective strikes against any target on the earth, which does not yet have an effective means of interception.

How can you intercept a light-speed attack?!

And people are not coming from one direction yet.

The light-speed engine allows the frigate to appear anywhere above the Earth, and at close range, you can be vaporized by the human side as soon as the other side fires.

If Battlestar is an Earth nuclear bomb, then this frigate is a top-notch killer, and taking the lives of everyone present is as simple as probing for something.

I can't afford to provoke it.

There were some people who had other thoughts just now, but now they all put away their thoughts and decided to wait for no matter how much Victor opened his mouth, he could talk about it, and if he couldn't talk about it, he should come down first.

No way.

Weak countries have no diplomacy.

I just want ...... Victor didn't mean to unify the earth, otherwise they wouldn't know what to do.

Beat?

Have you ever beaten it?

Surrender?

Are they willing?

Regardless of the distress of the heads of state, wait for Alice to introduce the performance of the frigate.

Victor looked at a black photographer and smiled, "It's empty, let Steve give everyone a demonstration." ”

With a swipe of his right hand, a black uncle with a scruffy beard was projected.

"Apostate Illidan, the founder of the Iranian Sect, the world's number one terrorist organization, is currently lurking in our presence today, according to credible information, who is planning a suicide attack on Capitol Hill today."

Victor's voice fell, and the faces of the people at the scene immediately changed suddenly.

Many people noticed who Victor seemed to be staring at, and followed his gaze at the black photographer who was now flushed and his body trembled as if he was struggling and straining.

The surrounding people immediately dispersed, for fear that this terrorist outbreak would be affected.

The scene of a temporary counterattack did not appear.

After a brief struggle, the black photographer suddenly gave up and his face calmed down.

He stretched out his hand in his pocket, holding something that looked like a remote control, causing the people around him to scream and retreat again and again.

But the black photographer didn't push the button.

He gently placed the remote control on the ground, and then stiffly began to take off his coat and turn it over, densely lined with light blue liquid glass tubes.

"Liquid bomb!" Someone familiar exclaimed: "It's a liquid bomb!" This amount...... Oh, my God! Is he going to overturn the whole venue?! ”

The black photographer was unmoved, put the liquid bomb vest on the ground, and stood there stunned, as if he had lost his mind.

It was very easy to be caught by the security personnel who rushed to hear the news, and took it down with the liquid bomb and the remote control.

Until this time.

The black photographer seemed to come to life, struggling to pounce on the remote control.

But how can the three big men let them succeed?

A fist unceremoniously smashed on the back of the black photographer's neck, and with a crisp "click", the black photographer was basically paralyzed if he didn't die, and was dragged out like a dead dog.

Victor clapped his hands at this time, attracting everyone's curious eyes - the strange behavior of the black photographer just now must have something to do with Victor.

"I know what you think, but I'm sorry I didn't do it this time." Victor shrugged his shoulders and stretched out his hand to the corner of the room, where the three good-looking triplets stood up and bowed slightly.

The three cuckoo sisters, as the resident teachers of Dawning Academy, are familiar to many of the people present.

As telepathic people, I think it was they who controlled the black photographer just now, so they didn't let him press the detonation button.

Although there are also a small number of people who are a little repulsed by the telepathy of the three daughters of Esme, and are worried that their inner secrets will be spied on, most of them still do not hesitate to applaud themselves.

After a few seconds of applause, Victor snapped his hand slightly, and the crowd fell silent as they watched him wait for the next step.

Since Victor just said the demo, it shouldn't be ......

Sure enough.

Victor smiled mysteriously and said, "I believe that everyone's first sense of this Illidan is not very good, and it just so happens that we also know that his current hiding place is in Afghanistan." ”

"So, let's try to avenge everyone, our first frigate pilot."

At the same time.

A satellite image was attached to the projection, and it was Illidan running out of a house in a panic.

Looks like he's watching the live broadcast too.

But that didn't change his fate.

A ray of light flashed across the sky, ending in Illidan himself, impartially shooting straight into his brow, and then his whole being turned into a handful of ashes and scattered.

This is directly evaporated by the high temperature of the light cannon, and even the sparks are saved.

Look at the ground again.

Except for some flying ash, it was not implicated even by this precision strike.

This precision made everyone present tremble - some excited, some afraid.

This is the end of the projection, and all projections are dissipated.

Only the projection of the Type 213 frigate remains.

Victor paced down the debate platform, looked directly at the front row of bigwigs from all countries with slightly fearful, unwilling, and angry eyes, and smiled evilly.

Then.

Like the Dawn Building, he reached out and grabbed the projection of the frigate, pulled it into various parts with both hands, and marked out the approximate model data.

Victor looked at the camera, smiled eight shining teeth, and said, "In addition to the teaching of magic, the complete drawings of this Type 213 frigate were originally intended to be handed over to Earth for free. ”

"But now, I regret it again, you know why."

"Still."

"You still have a chance to convince me."

"Convince me to voluntarily hand over the magic, voluntarily hand over the design drawings."

"You have 15 minutes before I change my mind."

Victor's heart: "Come on, there are not too many rainbow farts, slap my ass hard!" ”

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