Chapter 2160 Show You What a Dark Organization Is! (Nucleic Acid Testing Is Done)

It was a dark day for Tajik Zalhad.

"Fucking peace talks!"

He returned to his camp, roaring at his adjutant.

"Those bloody traitors! Traitors! They sold their country to those white pigs, and now they want us to go to peace talks! Fucking peace talks! We will fight those bastards to the last minute, no compromise!"

"But, we don't have much money anymore..."

"Damn it!"

Hearing this, Zarhad roared angrily, sat down on the chair, and remained silent. However, at this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly. Zarhad picked up the cell phone and connected the call.

"who is it?!"

"Hello, Mr. Zarhad."

From the other side of the phone came a very gentle and peaceful voice, he used Zarhad's native language, but Zarhad had never heard this voice before.

"Who are you? How did you know my phone number?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I can give you everything you want."

"Hehehe."

Hearing this, Zarhad sneered.

"He turned out to be a philanthropist."

"No, I'm not a philanthropist, I'm just a peacemaker, a peacemaker on the side of the bullied."

The other party was not swayed by Zarhad's cynicism.

"I would like to ask Mr. Zarhad, what is your goal?"

"Do you even need to ask? Of course, drive those bastards out of our country!"

"But you know it's impossible, and do you know why?"

"……………what do you mean?"

Hearing the voice from the microphone, Zarhad frowned.

"Because it's not a war, Mister Zarhad. Maybe you don't like me saying it, but it's what it is. You see, they made up false charges, invaded your homes, bombed your cities, slaughtered you But what can you do? Kill a few soldiers? Blow up a few tanks? What's the point? They're soldiers, they're going to die."

"……………so?"

"So, I'll help you turn this into a war."

"So what can you give me? Missiles? Tanks? Or gun bullets?"

"Hahaha, these are not enough, Mr. Zarhad."

The other party laughed.

"Even if you have these, the war is still going on on your land, your cities are still destroyed, and your people are still hurt. But what about them? Think about it, when your compatriots are in the flames of war What are they doing when they are crying? They are eating potato chips, drinking coke, watching movies, playing games. When your children are dying in pain, what are their children doing? Enjoying beauty, peace, leisure life. Can you bear it, Mr Zarhad? Can you bear it all?"

"enough!"

Hearing this, Zarhad slammed his fist heavily on the table.

"So?"

"Equivalent revenge is war. Now this is just a one-sided massacre, and your struggle can't bring them the slightest harm. Only their own homes are in disaster, and they see their children struggling in pain If you die, your own city will be littered with corpses and devastated. This... is called war. Mr. Zarhad, and I, can bring you this war."

"commander!"

At this moment, his adjutant suddenly screamed, and then pushed a fax in front of Zarhad. Looking at the numbers on it, Zarhad was also taken aback.

"This is... 500 million dollars?"

"It's an advance payment."

The voice on the phone is still going on.

"I will provide you with a plan and everything you need to include it. All you have to do is implement the plan. Believe me, Mr. Zarhad, after this plan, you will be everyone's hero .”

“……………………”

Hearing this, Zarhad was silent for a moment.

"So, what can you get out of it?"

"Of course it is peace. I am a messenger of peace and a guardian of freedom. Therefore, in order to protect the earth and human beings, I want to destroy the enemies of freedom, peace and justice. Isn't it natural?"

"Hahahaha, Messenger of Peace, okay, I like you Messenger of Peace!"

Speaking of this, Zarhad laughed loudly. He stretched out his hand, took out a pendant from his arms and opened it. He glanced at the photo in the pendant, and then he gritted his teeth violently.

"Tell me about your plan."

Fangzheng hung up his personal terminal, looked at the computer screen in front of him, and smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth raised.

So far, so good, the next thing is to see the results. If it can be successful, it will be the biggest gain for Fangzheng.

What is the Black Organization?

A thing that hides in a dark corner and is afraid to see people. If it is killed, it will assassinate a few politicians and the like, and blow up a few buildings.

That's it?

Are you also worthy of being an evil dark organization?

Now I will let you see who is the real dark organization. FBI? CIA? MI6? That's it?

My goal is the entire United States!

Fangzheng wants to see, after this plan is implemented, which side is the real final boss of this world, between himself and the organization in black!

It's a pity that Conan is a Japanese after all, and his scope of activities is only in Japan, and he doesn't even go out to East Asia. So this time, it is completely impossible for him to detect and destroy his own plan.

The only problem then is... a matter of time.

For Founder, this is a problem.

But for Zarhad, this is not a problem.

Or rather, everything went pretty well.

That person prepared everything for them, a new passport, a new identity, the best weapons, everything, including event funds, roadmaps and plans.

And the thought of that plan made Zarhad very excited.

In fact, even when he set foot on American soil, Zarhad couldn't even believe it was real. He had worried that all of this was a trap, but the fact is that everyone entered the country safely, and the customs did not notice any abnormalities at all.

However, standing in the bustling waiting hall and looking at the crowd in front of him, Zarhad couldn't help but lose his mind. This reminded him of the dilapidated airport in his hometown. In comparison, this place seemed like another world. At this moment, Zarhad suddenly felt a small impact. He lowered his head and saw a little blond girl rubbing her nose and looking at him embarrassedly.

"sorry sir."

"It doesn't matter."

Looking at the little girl in front of him, Zarhad showed a smile. Seeing the girl hopping away, walking out of the waiting hall happily holding her mother's hand, Zarhad smiled slightly.

The girl reminded him of his own daughters, all so lovely, so innocent, so beautiful. But she was killed by an American bomb in the hospital, leaving no bones left.

Thinking of this, a cold look flashed across Zarhad's face.

That man was right, this is not a war, and now, he wants to make it a war. A real, peer-to-peer war!

Only when they suffer the same pain as themselves, it is called war!

"Jingle Bell."

The phone rang, Zarhad picked up the phone, and soon, that soft voice resurfaced.

"Hello, Mr. Zarhad."

"Hello, what else is there, Mister Peace Messenger?"

"Nothing, I just want you to take a good look at the city."

"?"

"Look, New York. What a beautiful city, isn't it? Mr. Zarhad, you once had the opportunity to build a city as beautiful as it. It's a pity that you couldn't do it, but at least, you can pull this vampire away." Let down its altar, and let it be reduced to ashes in the sun's rays."

"...that's exactly what we want to do!"

Having said this, Zarhad clenched his fists.

"Very well, then let's fight for the common goal."

"That's right."

Zarhad hung up the phone, looked at the beautiful and shining New York in front of him, and took a deep breath.

"This is a war."

And this war has only just begun.

Figures walked out of the airport one by one, and with unwavering faith, they headed for the battlefield they were going to. While Zalhad was listening to other people's reports, he looked at the plan in front of him.

"First of all, we have to fly to our destination. New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Philadelphia, Houston, San Francisco --- all the big cities in the United States are our targets. I have already booked the tickets and acted strictly according to the schedule. It has to be ensured that all flights arrive at their destinations at the same time."

"Then we're going to get the weapons we need."

"Hey sir?"

Seeing the man wearing a gas mask coming out of the bathroom, the stewardess couldn't help being stunned, but before she could say anything, she saw the man take out a gas canister from his arms and open it. Soon, it was filled with highly poisonous smoke It quickly spread and filled the entire cabin, while the man wearing a gas mask quickly took out a miniature bomb, directly blasted open the door of the cockpit, and then picked up a pistol and attacked the two drivers.

Then he threw the pilot's body aside, steered the plane by himself, and flew forward.

"...After all, taking off and landing is the most difficult thing, and changing direction in the middle, but anyone who is not a monkey should be able to learn it."

The roaring plane pierced the sky and flew straight forward. Everyone stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, completely speechless.

Then, the fire broke out.

Twin Towers, Federal Bank Building, Sears Tower, Chase Tower, Philadelphia City Hall, Transamerica Pyramid.

They used to be the pride and symbol of this country, and they represented the supreme glory and achievements of this country. But now, they have completely collapsed, whining and reduced to ashes amidst dust and fireworks.

People were screaming, running, no one knew what was going on, they just stared at it dumbfounded, not knowing how to react. For them, the false soap bubble of peace completely shattered at this moment, replaced by unparalleled panic and despair.

"God, God, what the hell happened!"

Zarhad watched an old man stumbling over from the other side of the street. Her eyes were red and she couldn't stop crying.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm fine, thank you, young man. God, why did this happen, what did we do wrong..."

Seeing the old man covering his face and crying, Zarhad remained silent.

What did you do wrong?

Don't you even understand that?

However, you don't need to understand.

Just as we don't need to know, we don't know what we did wrong to cause the terrible disasters you brought?

What did we do wrong that you came to invade our country, kill our people, and destroy our cities?

There are no answers, and in fact no answers are needed.

"Start the second step."

Looking at the panicked or crying crowd on the street, Zarhad picked up the phone and coldly gave the next order.

"boom!!!"

The explosion sounded again, but this time it was the substations in various cities that were attacked, and their equipment was powerless in the face of explosives. Soon, the power grid of the entire city was completely paralyzed, it was pitch black everywhere, and the power system on which people depended for survival was completely destroyed.

The communication facilities were destroyed, and everyone was unable to communicate, and everything seemed to be trapped in a boundless disaster and nightmare. People were screaming, crying, and weeping over the hellish scene. Many of them have never seen such a scene in their entire lives, but for Zarhad, he has not only seen such a scene, but also, this is his daily life.

Now it's your turn to enjoy this "daily life".

Looking at the panic-stricken New York before him, Zarhad raised his hands high.

Come on, America, let's continue our war!