17 minutes? There's a chip in the head here?

This was Wu Qingchen's first feeling when he grabbed the document in his hand, because it could no longer be said to be a document, but a sixteen-page book with at least two hundred pages.

There was no time to waste, Wu Qingchen quickly turned the first page, quickly jumped to the second page, and quickly picked up the third page......

This kind of speed is not because Wu Qingchen has the ability to never forget ten lines at a glance, but because Wu Qingchen can't understand it at all.

After the urgency that Li Ziping repeatedly emphasized during his "simple explanation" before, Wu Qingchen had already thought that the voting rules in his hand were about the abbreviated version, but after turning many pages, Wu Qingchen basically did not find a few sentences that he could fully understand from the dense professional vocabulary, the letter abbreviations he didn't know at all, and the natural quotations of the provisions.

Not to mention...... Even if you understand it, what if you understand it?

The corners of Wu Qingchen's mouth twitched bitterly, Wu Qingchen had no psychological preparation at all for why his noon dream was broadcast globally, let alone any explanation.

I have not picked up an alien meteorite, nor have I turned to a yellowed family heirloom book, let alone bought a cheap unknown item, and my life in the last month is almost no different from that of last month, last month, or even half a year.

Why is this happening? Why me?

Thinking of the army's tight blockade of his room, Wu Qingchen already understood that the answer to this question was estimated to be wanted by the whole world.

Even if the situation was so tense along the way, Wu Qingchen never thought that he could provoke the UN Security Council, let alone that what he committed could be compared with threatening peace, destroying peace, and invading other countries.

Wu Qingchen, who often reads the news, understands that although the UN Security Council is only a decoration most of the time, once the five permanent members reach an agreement, it is the only legitimate body in the world that has the right to take compulsory military action.

Tragically, there is no suspense as to whether the five permanent members will reach an agreement on themselves---- the agenda itself is co-sponsored by them.

Thinking of this, the so-called agenda, the so-called voting, even Wu Qingchen has understood the simple intention contained in it:

The simultaneous appearance of visions in the global skies is unprecedented, and the simultaneous injury of human beings around the globe is at stake;

It is related to the direct security of all mankind in the world, in order to avoid causing uncontrollable panic and large-scale riots, the five permanent members of the Security Council have to invite the younger brothers who usually make soy sauce to participate collectively and deal with it openly to calm their mind----s.

Knowing this, Wu Qingchen also understood the result of the final vote in advance: it was doomed to conduct experiments on himself.

What's even more terrifying is that his future is probably doomed.

Thinking of Li Xiaoping's frowning and silently embezzling the words "huge loss" and "tragedy......

Although Wu Qingchen has not been questioned or interrogated at present, except for the identification of the door, this poor man, who is not too slow, has clearly seen his tomorrow:

A small room covered from floor to ceiling with soft plastic panels, a soft bed full of restraint belts without any sharp angles, a toothbrush and rice fork that bends with a little force, and a security treatment that is hundreds or thousands of times higher than that of a mentally ill person with strong suicidal tendencies.

This high-level rice worm life, Wu Qingchen can enjoy it directly without applying.

Of course, it is even more impossible to refuse.

Wu Qingchen was hesitating to himself, and a few people walked out of the side door of the small hall quickly, and the man who walked in front held a few documents in both hands: "Minister Li, I just received the fax, this is the result that has been identified." ”

Li Ziping nodded and took it, took a quick look, picked up the microphone and knocked: "Ladies and gentlemen, here is an authorized fax just sent by 25 countries, which has been reviewed by the Security Council Secretariat, and ...... of them have designated the representatives present to vote on their behalf."

Most of the gentlemen and ladies in the audience continued to nervously bury their heads on the phone or argue with each other, and only a small part of the crowd raised their heads.

"Saint Vincent and the Grenadines designates Tol. Mr. Johnson voted on his behalf, and Mr. Tol. Johnson, do you accept it? …… The Republic of The Gambia designates Tor. Mr. Johnson voted on his behalf, and Mr. Tol. Johnson, do you accept it? …… The Republic of Costa Rica designates Tor. Mr. Johnson voted for him......"

Thirteen countries in a row entrusted the same person to vote on his behalf, following Li Ziping's line of sight, Wu Qingchen saw a Western man with a slightly fat body and thinning hair standing up and nodding repeatedly, the nameplate in front of him had two lines of Chinese and English text at the same time, and the Chinese part below was "US Ambassador to China Thor. Johnson".

United States......

The scene in front of him undoubtedly further confirmed Wu Qingchen's guess, and also made Wu Qingchen's heart a little heavier.

Obviously, everyone else also understood what was going on, and Li Ziping formulaically read the thirteen commissions, and the thin-haired Thor. Johnson formulaically said that he accepted the commission one by one, and both sides even gave up, or there was no time to pretend to be surprised. Johnson never put down the phone on the way, and from time to time he interjected to keep communicating with the other side of the phone.

Following the American Thor. After Mr. Johnson, Li Ziping took a few jobs for the representatives of country Z, Russia, the United Kingdom, and France.

The fax in his hand turned to the last page, Li Ziping's complexion finally changed, his eyebrows squeezed together, and he carefully read the document several times.

The strange situation immediately aroused the fact that the French ambassador, who seemed to be still waiting for the last commission, was still waiting for the last commission. Sipal's attention quickly spread to a dozen assistant bureaucrats around Sipal, who looked at Sipal strangely, followed his gaze to Li Ziping, who was frowning and silent, and unconsciously stopped talking to each other.

The rows next to it were French representatives, and when they found that there was no movement in the central area, they all stopped busy and paid attention. This situation spread all the way, and the farther position did not know what was happening, but I found that the people around me suddenly quieted down, and I stopped abruptly after talking half of my words and doing half of my things.

What's wrong?

The venue was a little quiet for the first time, and on the rostrum, the frowning Li Ziping put down the microphone and used the headset to talk in a low voice, as if he was communicating with the backstage to confirm, and seemed to be reporting to the senior management for instructions.

It is quite rare for diplomats to appear in such a situation, but the delegates present have encountered countless rare things today, and no one made a fuss, but they all moved their eyes from Li Ziping's face to the last document in Li Ziping's hand.

After at least five minutes, the exchange was about to get results, and Li Ziping finally unfolded the last document that attracted everyone's attention again: "The Republic of Sierra Leone has appointed Mr. Wu Qingchen to vote on his behalf, Mr. Wu Qingchen, do you accept it?" ”

Father......

Wu Qingchen's eyes suddenly widened.

The audience was in an uproar, countless people shouted to report the number of the phone in their hands, and more people gathered together to discuss urgently.

What kind of bird country is Sierra Leone? Has the country's brain grown in the stomach and been knocked out?

Wu Qingchen knew that there were some strange bird countries on the earth, perhaps because they had been oppressed in history, or because they were oppressed by modern society, and their daily hobby was to oppose the big countries of the United Nations, as if the purpose of joining the United Nations was to block the big countries.

Wu Qingchen couldn't have imagined one more thing: in addition to provoking the Security Council, he could one day become a ladder for this kind of bird country to realize its self-worth and a tool for the big countries to block.

"Mr. Wu Qingchen, do you accept it?" Wu Qingchen was stunned, and Li Ziping asked formulaically again.

"I accept!"

With such an unflinching answer, the object of astonishment was replaced by Li Ziping.

Accept! Why not?

If there are more lice, it is not itchy, and if there are more debts, there is no worry, and Wu Qingchen, who is already numb, should take a bite.

A vote fell from the sky, no matter how little it was, it would be able to make me make my voice heard! Wu Qingchen was secretly ruthless, wishing that he had the right of veto for his own insignificant vote, and he could directly avoid human experiments on himself.

However, only a few seconds later, Wu Qingchen's face suddenly froze again: if the plan of the five major powers was to let the vote fail, they would have raised themselves in captivity and studied for the rest of their lives in the name of safety......

Speculating on the will of the country with the greatest malice, Wu Qingchen shuddered.

No, I'm going to vote yes!

The result of the defeat of the vote is to be sure that it is certain and 100% captive for life!

There is a chance to vote through...... Maybe the situation at noon was just a coincidence? Maybe my injury again won't implicate all of humanity? Maybe after a decade or twenty of them, such a situation will disappear? Maybe I still have a chance to release it?

A tragic life that needs no explanation, and resolutely votes in favor of human experimentation on oneself......

Even in such an environment and facing a tragic future, Wu Qingchen's heart is still unspeakably entangled.

At this time, Li Ziping, who was beside Wu Qingchen, had already ended his slight consternation, and began to use his portable headset to communicate with several people.

A few minutes later, Li Ziping seemed to nod a little helplessly, ended another call, and turned to Wu Qingchen: "Mr. Wu Qingchen, from now on, your opinion represents the opinion of the Republic of Sierra Leone, please vote carefully." ”

Without waiting for Wu Qingchen's answer, Li Ziping had already pressed a few keys and ordered the headset again: "Prepare a voting machine." ”

Soon, a young man who was about a staff member held a small box in both hands and appeared at the side door of the venue quickly, and several soldiers stopped the young man, and the young man willingly opened the small box, took out the voting machine, and several small instruments immediately came to the side of the voting machine.

"Didi...... Didi ...... Didi Di ......"

A shrill siren sounded sharply.

Chapter 6: A Sudden Greeting (Part II)

The faces of more than a dozen soldiers in the small hall changed suddenly, and the two soldiers standing by the door quickly pushed up the side door, and from the last gap, the three people on the rostrum saw that the soldier standing next to the young man had quickly grabbed the voting machine and threw it into the corner, grabbed the young man's hair with both hands and pressed it to the ground, and at least ten guns of various kinds were instantly pointed at the young man's head.

"Bang ......"

Through the side door that had been completely closed, standing behind Li Ziping and Liu Tao in front of him with his hands open, a dull explosion sounded in Wu Qingchen's ears.

Maybe a long time, maybe just a moment, the side door of the hall slowly opened again.

As far as the eye could see, the small hall was already a mess, the young man who had been dragged to the ground was gone, replaced by a full of wood chips and plastic fragments, on which many messy footprints and a long drag mark were trampled indiscriminately, and a few weak petals fluttered in the air, and the hall door had just been opened, and a thick smell of dust and pungent burnt smell entered the hall at the same time.

Someone is going to kill me! Who is going to kill me?

Looking at the pitch-black scorch marks in the corner of the wall, a series of things flashed through Wu Qingchen's mind like lightning.

Entrust...... Accept...... Vote...... Voting machine ...... Bomb...... Assassination......

A simple and simple trap, a fierce and direct method, Wu Qingchen's face turned pale.

Someone wants to kill Wu Qingchen! Who wants to kill Wu Qingchen? Who will perish with all mankind?

Looking at the thick dust and smelling the pungent smell of burning, the venue was silent, everyone's faces turned pale, and everyone looked around with suspicion.

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Almost at the same time, the assassination of Wu Qingchen did not take more than half a minute, and the time was 13:52 in the afternoon, Moscow, Russia, the Kremlin.

"Pong ......"

The phone crashed into the wall and shattered.

"This is war! This is a declaration of war against 160 peoples of the Russian nation! Leonid, what are you waiting for? Didn't you hear? It's war! Get out there and draft your paperwork! Prepare to declare war on Sierra Leone! ”

Amid the loud roar of the Russian Prime Minister, Foreign Minister Leonid quickly exited the conference room.

"Vitarye, Bervshka, call your subordinates to prepare for the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Boris, order the Black Sea Fleet, the Northern Fleet, the Pacific Fleet to leave the port, order the Caspian Fleet, the Second Fleet to approach the southern shore of the Atlantic......"

"Prime Minister, the Second Fleet is underfunded, and many ships lack maintenance ......"

"Sink wherever you can! Whoever moves the money from the boat to his home will make the boat a coffin! ”

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Five minutes after Wu's assassination, on the other side of the world, at 5:57 a.m. Eastern Time, Washington, USA, underground bunker.

The young adjutant stumbled around a few corners, the fax in his hand still carrying the temperature of the printer, and at the end of the road, an old soldier was dressed in a full uniform with four gold badges on his shoulders.

It was like snatching the fax from the adjutant's hand, and the four-star general glanced at it hastily, then turned around and pushed the door open.

In the room, the stars were shining, and in the innermost position of the long square table, a tall black man in a straight suit stared at the old soldier who pushed the door in, and the latter closed the door and immediately read out the fax: "Your Excellency, Africa Command replied: 133,271 Airborne Division began boarding, requesting a joint Allied force escort from Naples." ”

"Approved."

Another general pushed open the door: "Mr. Winnefield, the NATO command has been urgently mobilized, and aerial reconnaissance of Egypt, Kenya, and Turkish bases has taken off. ”

The black president bowed to the left, with a bare Mr. Winnefield above his head, and the chief of staff of the US Air Force nodded: "Order the Zahran, Mahira, Izmir battle groups to take off, and order the Cherlik base to prepare for air refueling." ”

The door was slammed open again, and the person who came was sweating profusely and his face was pale: "Mr. President, the Russian Black Sea Fleet, the Northern Fleet, and the Pacific Fleet are leaving the port at the same time, and the target is unknown for the time being. ”

"What?" The black president, Huo Ran, got up, looked left and right, and his eyes focused on the fourth position on the left: "Mr. Rodriguez!" How long will the CIA's report last? The whole world is waiting for you! What the hell do you want to do? Let's just put it bluntly, how much do you want to increase your budget in the next quarter? ”

"Mr. President......" The fat uniform of the director of the CIA was soaked with sweat, and his forehead was even brighter: "The incident happened suddenly, and my colleagues have all mobilized and worked with all their might, and I believe that it will ...... soon"

"Mr. Rodriguez, let's make a phone call again and ask your colleagues how the report is, if it still doesn't ......" The president frowned, and pressed his forehead with a headache: "It's good to make a temporary one, anyway, you are more skilled in this job." ”

"Your Excellency." The director replied: "We have never and do not need to fabricate reports at all. My colleagues were quick to ......"

"Soon! Damn it! Damn fast again! You've said this countless times! ”

The president's right hand slammed on the table: "You said it was very fast when the celestial phenomenon incident just happened, you said it was very fast when Wu was found by the leader of country Z in the early morning, you said it was fast when Sierra Leone was inexplicably commissioned, and you said it was very fast when there was an explosion in the conference room of country Z!" Now, World War III is about to break out, and your only answer is soon...... FUCKYOU！ You fat pig! To hell with yours soon! ”

In the silence, the director of the CIA, whose face was pale, trembling all over, and his forehead covered with sweat, as if he was going to pass out at any moment, finally rang the phone in front of the director for help.

Rodriguez grabbed the microphone with agility that didn't match his size, and seconds later, a CIA agent walked into the room with a report.

The content of the report was about not rich, and the president put down the report in less than half a minute, pressed his forehead, and the president beckoned to an adjutant in the corner: "Pick up the hotline of the heads of state Z and Russia." ”

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Nine minutes after Wu Qingchen's assassination, at 7:06 p.m. Beijing time, classified city, classified location, classified room.

It was also a conference room, with several people sitting around a round table, the teacups on the table had long since cooled, the glass jar was messily filled with cigarette butts, and a layer of smoke floated in the middle of the room.

The room was quiet, everyone was silent, and all eyes were fixed on the seat across the door, a man answering the phone.

Moment.

"The CIA has determined...... "The man with a wrinkled forehead and black hair put down the leader's hotline," thirty minutes ago, there was a small riot in Freetown, the capital of the Republic of Sierra Leone. ”

"Skirmishes?"

"According to current intelligence, it should be a coup d'état." The black-haired man looked at the shorthand book on his right: "Intelligence from the CIA shows that at first, informants in Freetown, the capital of Sierra Leone, claimed that everything was normal in the capital, and there were no military or police movements. ”

"The CIA ordered many times, especially after the assassination, and then used some special means, and the informant finally mobilized almost blatantly all the connections that the whole city could mobilize, and even went out into the streets to ask people, and finally someone claimed to have witnessed several sparks in the office of the Revolutionary United Front, and some people saw a faint smoke in the street near the cabinet office."

"An unusual coup d'état."

"Yes." The man put down the shorthand notebook and looked solemn: "The action is secretive and simple, and the assassination is decisive and direct, this is not a trick that the warlords of Sierra Leone can play." ”

"Sierra Leone should not be able to arrange this assassination."

The first man at the head of the group pressed down another cigarette: "This kind of madness and death is closer to the style of fanatical religious groups and extremist terrorists, among whom there are not many organizations that can act so decisively and quickly, especially those who can put explosives into the venue. ”

"This matter is not a top priority, first hand over to the sixth section, act quickly, don't lag behind the United States too much, easy to passive."

"Yes...... the fourth man at the head of the city held the microphone and hesitated for a moment: "Do you want to postpone the ...... over there in the City Hall?"

"No......" The person sitting at the top of the table decisively waved his hand: "Delaying the meeting, creating panic, looking for opportunities to provoke unrest in the international community is the purpose of the enemy's arrangement of this almost inevitable failure." This is the most dangerous time, and we cannot afford to delay the meeting, which must continue and the pace must be accelerated.

"In addition......" The first person looked to the right: "General Sun, you can arrange the security of the venue again, and tell Li Ziping not to have a psychological burden and let go of work." ”