"Your Excellency, we have no ill intentions, there is a reason for this, there are thousands of lives in danger here, only you can save them!" As the voice fell, an array of images appeared on the screen in the central control room, two of which were images of the convoy, and the rest were images of mutated seabirds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a short silence in the central control room, there was a noisy chatter, and no one was frightened when they looked at the terrifying appearance of the mutated seagulls in the picture.

"How did he know I was here?" the minister whispered to the adjutant beside him.

"Hmm......" After a moment's hesitation, the adjutant replied in a low voice, "It seems that he has taken control of the surveillance system here, and now he can see everything here." ”

Glaring at the adjutant fiercely, the minister raised his head and said, "I am the Minister of Defense, should you report your identity first?"

"I'm just an insignificant little person, and I don't know the Minister if I say it, so I beg the Minister to lend us five Red Arrow missiles to destroy these mutated seagulls, and I'll quit here right away and return control to you. ”

"You are threatening me? You should know that we are never threatened, and we will never compromise, and I advise you to give up this intrusion for now, and then we will talk!" replied the minister solemnly.

"As long as you agree to my request now, I will withdraw immediately. ”

The minister shook his head. "No, I can't promise you now, we have to have a meeting to discuss such a big matter as the use of Red Arrow missiles, I can only promise that I will report your request to the president......"

"Discuss, by the time you finish the meeting, these people will have already turned into a pile of bones!"

The minister sneered. "Do you know how much each Red Arrow missile costs? You want to borrow five of them, and it's really a lion's mouth. ”

"Isn't a thousand lives worth five missiles?"

"With all due respect, it's not worth it!" the minister shook his head again.

"Okay, since you don't think it's worth it, then we'll do it ourselves!"

The minister snorted coldly. "You don't want to launch a missile without my consent. ”

The voice did not appear again, and after waiting for a long time, the adjutant beside him asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you really care about them?"

The minister glanced coldly at the adjutant. "This shouldn't be your concern, now what you have to do is to take back control of this place as soon as possible, not pretend to be a good person here!"

The room was quiet for a while, and the minister, who felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, glanced at the people in the room, sighed and explained: "I know that you will think I am too cruel in your hearts, that is because you did not sit in my place, the cost of a Red Arrow missile is 80 million, and five is 400 million, not including transportation costs, installation fees, daily consumption of silos, etc." Maybe you will say that life is priceless, but we can't afford to use 400 million to save 1,000 people, and besides, now that the country is in danger, every missile is one less than one, so we must be careful in calculation, in case there is only these five missiles left at the critical moment, and then it is useless to say anything! No matter what you think, I will never use missiles to exchange their lives, this is worthless, this time we saved them, then the next time they encounter a similar situation, do we still have to save them? Is the whole country going to serve them?"

"Well spoken!" a lieutenant general took the lead in applauding as soon as the minister's words fell, but unfortunately the applause did not ring, and except for a few generals, no one in the room applauded.

The perception of everything depends on the location, whether it is a big ambition or a small citizen's mind, but this is the difference in position. As the Minister of Defense, he only thinks about the country, and will not think about the people of Shengdou, because he is standing on the top of the mountain, how can he care about an ant crawling at the foot of the mountain.

The defense minister believes that he has done nothing wrong, and he is considering the overall situation. The soldiers in the room did not agree with him, because they thought what would happen if they were one of a thousand people, and if one day they were in such a crisis, would the country give up on them so ruthlessly?

Those who achieve great things are not informal, but those who cannot achieve great things are not informal? If they are not informal, I am afraid that even the right to survive will be lost!

The minister doesn't care if there is applause or not, he is not a star, even if no one applauds him, he is still the Minister of Defense! So he was not embarrassed when he left, it was an exception for him to be able to explain to these soldiers, even if he did not explain, the soldiers had to follow his orders, because he was the Minister of Defense!

Wu Fan didn't tell everyone what the minister said, that would only add trouble to them, and it was useless. All he had to do now was to find someone who could help him as soon as possible, although there were thousands of people on the island, this person was not easy to find.

First of all, his position cannot be too low, and ordinary small soldiers will not play any role at all. Secondly, this person must be trustworthy, he can crack the third-level code for launching missiles, but there is a manual switch that someone has to open. The switch will definitely be strictly guarded, Wu Fan can transfer the trigger point of the switch through the microcomputer, but there is only one chance to do so, if the news leaks, the technicians on the island have dozens of ways to prevent this kind of thing from happening again.

All the monitoring pictures on the island flashed in front of Wu Fan's eyes like flowing water, leaving him with little time, although it would take about half an hour for the mutated seagulls to reach here, but if the distance was too close, the explosion of the missile would affect the convoy, so he only had less than ten minutes left, which did not allow him to carefully analyze every monitoring picture, so he could only try his luck.

One minute passes, two minutes pass, three minutes passes...... Dense beads of sweat oozed from Wu Fan's forehead, and he still hadn't found a qualified person. Zihan already knew what Wu Fan needed through the microcomputer, and she passed the photos of some people who had pursued her, as well as people with good relationships, to Wu Fan, and Wu Fan was looking for these people.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the picture that jumped by, Wu Fan's heart moved and quickly turned the picture back, in the picture, a young woman was walking through the camera, Zhao Qiuya!

Ignoring Zihan's cold snort in his ears, Wu Fan followed Zhao Qiuya all the way to the room, judging from the room furnishings, this is the room where Zhao Qiuya lives.

"Xiaoya!" The abrupt voice startled Zhao Qiuya, who had just entered the room, and looked around the empty room, Zhao Qiuya's eyes fell on the computer screen on the table, the computer had been turned on at some point, and it was Wu Fan's face in the screen.

"Brother Wu, is it you?" Zhao Qiuya ran to the table in surprise and sat down, cheering at the screen.

Zihan's cold snort came from his ears again, and Wu Fan just didn't hear it, and smiled at Zhao Qiuya. "Of course it's me, Xiaoya, can you do me a favor?" )