ON FRIDAY MORNING, DAVID, A YOUNG GERMAN-AMERICAN WITH A VERY AMERICAN NAME AND A GERMAN SURNAME, VEN, WAS LYING ON HIS LIVING ROOM COUCH, ENJOYING HIS VACATION FROM HIS JOB WITH HIS STRING OF HIGH-PROFILE TITLES ON WALL STREET. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although most people like him should go to the beach for surfing, road racing, and being surrounded by beautiful women on vacation......

But David chose to stay at home, indulging in the glamour of the latest installment in the Legend of Zelda series, and now even the stock market crash has nothing to do with this Yankee who is lying on the couch and engrossed in video games.

David's cat is a different model created by its owner: lazily lying on the living room carpet, enjoying the sunlight pouring in through the window, and occasionally flicking the newspaper from this morning, rolling over and over......

Being so addicted to the game that David didn't notice that his cat was chasing his toy little by little, little by little, and when he did, "Noooooo!!"

The television lost its picture with a screeching noise as the cat crashed headlong into the red-and-white machine......

"Betty, you don't have any canned cod tonight!" David angrily scolded the escaped cat, and then had to face the fact that the game console interface was broken, "Huh?"

What is this? David picked up the gizmo that had fallen out of the newspaper tube, it was really small, it looked like a crude plastic box, and it could still be opened: a button.

Just when David wondered where this thing came from, the TV stopped abruptly after less than a minute: "Good-moring, New-York!"

......

"We've got a situation!"

Floyd I. Clark, who was neither a psychiatrist nor a habit of wearing underwear, but the "medieval" current FBI director, became refreshed before he had his first cup of coffee in the morning, because-

On the TV, the highest-rated morning news in the United States, which was supposed to be playing, is now showing a "family photo" that many people may not recognize, or even not recognize at all, and their background is the New York Stock Exchange.

At the center of the camera is a masked man sitting in the boss's chair, an unremarkable clown mask, and a small short knife, "Good morning, New York!"

It's him!

Floyd Clarke, as the director, is of course qualified to know some files, some files that will have a very bad impact when they are transmitted, and some of the contents are a video, in which the image and voice of the person in it are almost exactly the same as this one on TV.

"Are all of our people dead?"

The NSA director's face is also not good-looking, because his department is responsible for most of the radio and television surveillance and early warning.

Ever since the CIA determined that the man, or perhaps the monster, might return to the United States, all the intelligence agencies in the United States have joined forces under the special order of the president to monitor all the people and things that can be monitored, and even give up some of their overseas business.

At least they caught his traces and quickly stopped and covered up the horrific events, while all the instant information channels, including radio and television, and the Internet, were closely monitored.

However, now it seems ......

"Because of the time, I won't introduce myself much, everyone......" The knife tapped on the clown's hand again and again, like a countdown second hand, "I want to play a game with everyone in front of the TV!"

A map of New York with a big question mark on it enters the camera, and below the map, is a countdown [02:58:31], "Some dear viewers should have received a small gift from me when they opened the newspaper this morning, please note, it is an important game item, because ......"

"If you accidentally press that button, a bomb will be detonated somewhere in New York~" The clown made a gesture of exploding, and then laughed exaggeratedly, sharp and harsh: "Ha...... Well, since it's a game, you must explain the rules. ”

"I planted 20,000, maybe 30,000 bombs of different sizes in New York City, maybe in a viewer's home, in a car, in an elevator in an office building, in a school library, in a bank vault, in the underground parking lot of a hotel...... Some of them will explode when the countdown reaches zero. ”

The clown seemed to be talking about today's sunny tone, and said a joke that made many big people turn blue, and many ordinary citizens didn't believe it and thought it was a special program, "And those viewers who got my gifts, please pay attention, you have two choices." ”

"Press it and you'll detonate a bomb, but the bomb that might be in your house, or in your car, or in your office, or in your kid's classroom, will be turned off; ”

It's a trap, a trap worse than the prisoner's dilemma!

In order to enhance the effect, the clown also took out a small plastic box that some people are very familiar with, "Let me demonstrate, like this one in my hand, in fact, I'm not sure where it will blow up, they all look similar, now, I pressed it!"

Nothing happened on TV, and the clown kept in the funny pose that seemed to have lit a firecracker in his hand and kept it as far away as he could, and it was quiet. But-

When he heard the report, Director Clark almost fell in front of his eyes, well, it would be better if he really fell, at least then he didn't have to face the painful fact that the Statue of Liberty was blown up!

As for the other explosions that occurred in New York City, this is not the point. It's not the point for the bigwigs, it's different for the citizens, especially:

"Oh oh oh~" The clown was surprised, and then there were a few more red dots on the map on the TV screen, "It seems that the audience and friends are very active, let me count, one, two, three, four, five...... Seven, I feel like I'm all on fire, oh yes!"

The clown suddenly slapped his head, as if he had just remembered something, "I forgot to say, I hate the government and its police puppy, don't try to interrupt this live broadcast, because ......"

"Smack!" and the clown suddenly snapped his fingers, and a successful man in a straight suit behind him, turned into a headless, uh, half-headed corpse in a straight suit, "Every time you try, I'll kill any random person or a few people here, of course, that's not enough, along with their heads, there are some securities, a computer, and an account...... Whatever, I don't know where they got out. ”

The NYPD director's face turned black, well, this may have insulted the charcoal, because the director was a black man, and just now, he had received two messages in a row: his home had been bombed into the sky, and the troops he had sent to the television station had died.

......

......

"You've been arranging these people since ten years ago?"

Levy originally thought that Chu Man would at most pull her as a helper this time, and then bewitch a few fools who were blinded by money, but Chu Man contacted a huge network in a few days.

"Not exactly, most of them are just coincidences. ”

There was always a part of the group of believers who were viralized at the beginning who were not so completely insane, or rather, because they were more completely distorted, they were reborn into a new balance, and all he did was to call them out.

As he spoke, he and she had already made their final preparations, and the next thing was to go their separate ways. But before that, Levy suddenly approached and stood on tiptoe in Chu Man's gaze waiting for follow-up-

"It doesn't feel good either......

With a moist color on her parted lips, Levy pursed her lips and gave a bad evaluation, then turned around without hesitation and strode out: "Good-bye, Old-man!"

“...... bye，my-girl。 Chu Man stroked his lips, which were still a little wet, then picked up a mobile phone and dialed: "Let's start." ”