Ten seconds later, the terrorists detonated the EMP bomb, and the electronic equipment within a kilometer of the center of the explosion was indiscriminately destroyed, and the image transmitted by the helmet camera of the secret service team in the center of the 300-person conference hall distorted and disappeared.

The Chief of Counter-Terrorism Intelligence, Joden Smith, smashed the remote control hard.

"Idiots at the communications office, is there any other way to get in touch?" he tore the knot of his tie and yelled without a figure, his massive 7-foot-tall, 250-pound body shaking uncontrollably.

"Sorry sir. The head of the communications office, a bald-headed middle-aged white man, immediately replied, "Our special service team has returned to the Iron Age after the EMP explosion, and if you specifically request it, we are now developing a flying pigeon transmission system, which can be deployed in about three years." ”

"You want to die, don't you?" Smith clenched his fists.

"Calm down. Dr. Mark Thompson, the annual executive chairman, waved his hand headed, "What was the last directive before the communication was cut off?"

"Don't shoot, wait for the next order. Smith replied in annoyance.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

"Seventy kilometers from the 'Ark', within fourteen minutes. ”

"Command the drone to drop the combat personnel and then spiral to expand the search for the enemy and the special service team, establish contact with the advance personnel, the communications department will assist with satellite photos, Yoden, find the damn terrorist and let your reinforcements turn on the optical camouflage and follow from afar, without my orders, do not kill." Brandon, how likely do you think they actually have a dirty bomb?" Thompson quickly set up, turning to Bartholomew not far away.

"Me?" the tired scientist pointed to the tip of his nose, "I'm here for the 'world,' and there's nothing in my briefing other than data from the virtual world." ”

"You're a professor in the physics department at Caltech, Brandon. Thompson was a little dissatisfied.

"Look here. Bartholomew spread his hands, "A group of scientists, or former scientists, have come together, not for the fascinating string theory or the circular universe model - I know that the era of scientific discovery is long over, and I know that you miss those good days as much as I do - but to discuss what is the way to kill people efficiently, safely, and without any consequences? Is this what a scientist should do? Is this what a citizen of the earth with a sound personality and respect for the right to life should do? ”

"Brandon. Thompson frowned.

"Yes Mark, I know, science contains politics, as long as human society exists, there is politics, and in today's decline of science, science itself will become politics.

But humanity has not lost hope, you see, what a beautiful Garden of Eden we have built with our own hands, in that world, everything is evolving itself in the way we conceived it, according to the enigmatic laws, just like the old topic that has been debated by the scientific community for centuries: what is the first driving force of the universe? In the 'world', we are the only beings who are not perceived by primitive life, and we are their God!

What better way to point us forward than by observing the trajectory of their lives? This is the duty of scientists, the best efforts of scientists to find a way out for the future of human civilization, rather than power struggles and inhumane killings, Mark, should you focus more on the 'world' of the GTC?" Bartholomew stood up excitedly, his gray beard trembling.

"They're terrorists!" Thompson said with gloomy eyes, pointing to the replay image on the 3D projector, where several people in orange hazmat suits slowly walked out of the "ark" around the silver-white metal canisters, which had bright radiation hazard signs.

"If we don't react and strangle the danger in our infancy, more and more anti-humans will appear to fight against Genesis and GTC in any way, don't you see Brandon, they hold Pandora's box high, if these mad people open the lid of the box to spread the plague, the whole Far East will be affected by radioactive fallout, and the radiation pushed up into the air by the explosion cloud will even cover half the world. Can you imagine what a humanitarian catastrophe this is, my old friend, to explain it from your human rights point of view?"

"If the GTC had maintained its initial function of academic research, none of this would have been possible!" Bartholomew waved his hand fiercely, "In the era of the first GTC, the extreme opposition did not exist at all, and it was when you implemented the national quantization strategy and forced the state power to choose between supporting the end of the 'Genesis' or not, that the GTC became a state within a state, and the revolutionaries rose up, don't you understand?"

"The world is different, old friend. When the Neanderthals ruled Europe, they kept their race evolving because of the expansion of their borders, but when Europe and Western Asia became their territories, the war began. Ancient humans destroyed themselves, Brandon, the basic characteristic of humanity is competition, when your wonderful string theory and circular universe model come to an end, the struggle is inevitable, the difference is only, we have the most powerful weapon at our disposal to avoid this infighting from evolving into the end of humanity. Thompson replied in a cold voice.

"Your speculation about the reason for the demise of Neanderthals has no archaeological basis. Bartholomew pressed the arm next to Wu Tianlan who tried to pull him to sit down.

"We've known each other for many years, and we understand that we can't convince each other, so please sit down old friends, and in the evening at the bar, we can continue to discuss. Thompson looked away in dismay. Bartholomew's face flushed, his arms waved in the air a few times, he sighed, and sat down.

The voice of the head of the ninth division appeared: "I just spoke with nuclear physics experts, and they think that it is unlikely that the terrorists will be able to break through the sarcophagus in such a short time, dig to the core and take out radioactive waste to make a dirty bomb, especially after the professionals among them have been killed. ”

"How unlikely is it likely?" Thompson asked.

"Probability that a dirty bomb is real: 15 percent. The Director of the Ninth Division replied.

"What do you see, Joden?" asked Thompson.

Smith mused, "15% probability is too high. A dirty bomb is not a child's toy, and there is a 5% chance that it should not be tried. ”

"I agree. Thompson nodded, "Has the drone arrived?"

"Passing through. ”

As the four "Venom" tactical drones swept over Chernobyl at high speed, the eight oval-shaped crew and equipment compartments were released at low altitude, falling freely, and the thrust reverser rocket was turned on when it approached the ground.

The hatch opened, and twelve S-class tactical team members jumped out, quickly took out their equipment, used satellite antennas to establish quantum pathways, turned on optical camouflage, and lurked on alert.

Helmet-mounted cameras, aerial imagery and satellite imagery were automatically combined to quickly build a 3D model of the war zone in the center of the 300-person conference room in Cape Town.

"Expand the search, and within five minutes I will find out about the whereabouts of the terrorists and the special services. "Smith issued a directive.

The S tactical team was divided into four groups, three of which searched around the Chernobyl plant, and one group entered the interior of the "Ark".

"Please identify yourself, or we will shoot. "Through the south gate, the tactical team found a wounded man lying in an air-lock room, and the acting captain shouted through a loudspeaker.

There was no answer.

Infrared imaging showed that the temperature of the human body was 3 degrees below the average temperature, possibly a body that was cooling.

The background radiation is 830 microsieverts, which does not exceed the three-defense range of the combat suit. Entering the "Ark" meant giving up contact with Genesis and turning off the optical camouflage, and Smith thought for a few seconds before ordering: "Two people go in, one person outside to keep in touch." ”

Two combatants alternately took cover with submachine guns and entered the "ark." ”

Thompson and Smith stared at the images sent back by the camera in the helmets of the remaining team members as two men entered the air-lock chamber and one of them crouched down to check for signs of life when a gunshot went off. The sound of M1911's gunfire echoed through the conference room in Cape Town.

"Safe, repetitive, safe. The bullet hit the bulletproof plate on the chest of the elite fighters, causing no damage, and the double-faced female spy Vastya passed out after firing a long-awaited bullet, and the two team members tied her hands and feet and carried her out of the "ark".

"My people. The voice of senescence came.

"Why did you shoot?" Smith stared at the odd old man.

"Woman. The Director of the Ninth Division said briefly