Prologue: Destroy Prison Island
At noon, the sun is high in the sky, and the soft sunlight spreads to the earth, and under the sunlight, it gives people the feeling that it is not hot, but quite comfortable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Not far away in the air, there are still a few clouds lingering, a clear and pleasing to the eye.
In an exquisite conference room in country M, at this time, a group of people from different nationalities sat on a chair around a conference table with a contemplative front. It could be seen that their mood at the moment was very inconsistent with the weather presented by the sky, and the heavy atmosphere was terrifyingly quiet.
In this solemn environment, almost everyone has their own thoughts.
"We have to destroy it. ”
After a long time, it was a 60-year-old hook-nosed old man who spoke, and he saw that his face was dark: "The group of criminals who do all kinds of evil on the desert island are filthy bedbugs, all kinds of evil bugs, and they are exiled there, presumably it is also the wise arrangement of the ownerless God, since God has abandoned them, it is better to strangle them." ”
"Besides, if they succeed in their plan and escape and integrate into our country, think for yourselves what kind of threat we will face. ”
Just a few words made the already quiet room even quieter at the moment.
Then, the hook-nosed old man snorted coldly again, and added: "Don't forget, how terrible and crazy people can survive in that environment. ”
"Yes, Lord Smith's statement is true. ”
"We can't let those threats creep into our society............"
"The island must be destroyed!
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Smith's last words seemed to blast into everyone's minds like a cannonball, making those who were still floating in their thoughts immediately find their way.
"Then I want to ask Mr. Ye, what do you think?"
Seeing that most of the people spoke out in support of their opinions, Smith glanced at a middle-aged man with a Chinese face opposite him at this time, and asked coldly.
Smith's glance, intentional or not, was not for nothing. Because there were not so many things at first, there were some people who disagreed with him and had differences, among which the representative who disagreed with his views the most was Mr. Ye in his mouth, which led to the fact that it could not be solved in the end, so everyone could only gather together for discussion.
So there was the scene where Smith directly pointed the finger at Mr. Ye after being affirmed by most people.
"I don't think it's right. ”
Mr. Ye in the hook nose and mouth was not dissatisfied because of the other party's words, his face was still calm, and he said unhurriedly: "I think you all know that the content of the text on the stone tablet found in Egypt has now been partially translated by the relevant technicians, and the information in it has also been interpreted."
The message also mentions words such as 'captivity', 'invasion', 'destruction', etc., so that is to say, in another five years, that is, 20xx, it may be a great era, when we do not know what we will face, but perhaps what awaits us may be an unprecedented catastrophe.
So, we need talent right now.
And the people who can survive on the desert island are all a group of people who are either strong in force or wise, and can survive in desperate situations, and I think you also know that they are not much worse than the people in the special departments of our various countries. So, my suggestion is to send people to the island to destroy their plans, and then select some people who are not too bad in nature as elites, and take them for their own use, and never kill them all with a stick. ”
After Mr. Ye finished his concise words, some people began to talk in a low voice, and then nodded thoughtfully.
"Hmph, what has been collected?"
Smith straightened his hooked nose, a hint of gloom appeared on his face, and the look of disdain was vividly reflected in the face that was over half a hundred years old: "It's ridiculous, do you think I haven't considered such a superficial question?"
Some time ago, Lord Taylor and I tried to arrange for an elite of a department to pretend to be prisoners to infiltrate, but in the next period of time, that elite found that since they had also found a special wood 'driftwood' on the island that could pass through that area, and were currently planning to build a ship to leave the desert prison island, if it weren't for the news from that elite, you might not know this secret until now.
You know, later on, the people in our department tried to contact that elite again but couldn't contact him anyway, so you can see what those crazy guys did to him, and who can guess if they pretended to be overtures when they recruited them, and then did anything wrong after escaping, so I insisted on destroying the Desert Island. ”
In the end, Smith directly slapped the table, stood up, and then looked directly at everyone with a fierce light, which shows how disgusted he is with those "so-called prisoners" on the desert island.
"I also agree with His Excellency Smith's statement, we can't use common sense to speculate on those people on the desert island, if we release them all, maybe the uncertain disaster didn't happen, and it brought chaos first, so Mr. Ye, please think about it more. ”
Taylor, who had never spoken, knocked his fingers on the wooden table in front of him with his fingers at this time, and looked at him and said.
"No, I still stick to my opinion. ”
Mr. Ye just shook his head, and his resolute face did not show any expression.
"You ............. ”
Smith was just about to speak, but Taylor stopped him and sat down with his hand, and then said: "In that case, why don't we all vote, in Mr. Ye's Chinese dialect, the minority obeys the majority, how about it?"
"Good"
"And who here agrees to destroy Desert Island?"
After seeing Mr. Ye's promise, Taylor got up and glanced around at everyone and asked.
"I agree"
"Uh...... I agree too"
"The destruction of Prison Island does do more good than good. ”
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As more and more people agreed, by the end of the day, 15 out of 20 people agreed to destroy Desert Island.
"I'm sorry Mr. Ye, this is everyone's opinion. ”
Smith and Taylor were not much surprised by this result, the former didn't say much, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, while the latter Taylor said such a sentence to Mr. Ye with deep meaning.
"It's true that it backfired, but the people on the desert island are not only my Chinese, so I think that the loss is not only me, but everyone here. After Mr. Ye finished this sentence flatly, he didn't speak.
In this way, a desert island where prisoners are imprisoned and a group of prisoners who are imprisoned here in public and private on the island, after such a meeting and a vote of a group of people, may be wiped out without knowing it.
Four hours later, Smith, who returned to the office, sat elegantly in his chair, then picked up the phone in front of the desk and dialed a call, and said directly: "Hey, it's me, yes, you guys prepare, in 30 minutes, use X-101 missiles to destroy Desert Prison Island, yes, you heard it right......"
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the island of Prisoners.
"What are you talking about? That little ghost in the East Side has disappeared for no apparent reason, and the gang around him is missing?" said a burly foreign man of about 40 years old.
"Yes, Your Excellency Macri, this is indeed the case. ”
"What about the two guys in the South and North Districts?"
"I don't know about this subordinate, but so far I don't know where to go. ”
"Damn it, forget about the North District, that guy has always had no fixed place to live and no one is seen, but what the hell is that kid in the East District and that woman in the South District doing?" the burly man muttered to himself.
"No, those guys are so shrewd, something must have happened, otherwise how could they have disappeared at such a critical time. ”
The burly man kept frowning, trying to figure out what was going on, and the frowning also drove the corners of his mouth to twitch, and the scar on his face was also extremely fierce.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and asked the reporter, "Did that kid in the East District carry anything with him when he left?"
"Yes, I was carrying a longboard on my back, which seemed to be made of driftwood. ”
"Sure enough, damn it!"
The burly man already knew what was going on at this time, and after seeing his hand slap on his forehead, he said loudly: "Quick, let everyone prepare driftwood and food, make a long board, and then leave here immediately, go to a few miles away from the island for a while, quick!"
Half a day after the burly man left the island, a missile hit the desert island with precision.
With a mushroom cloud rising. Since then, the Prisoner's Island, which has existed for half a century, has been destroyed and sunk into the sea, and no longer exists.