Chapter 584 Crazy Man! (3rd Update!)

Boom!

A violent explosion suddenly sounded in the conference hall, and the shock wave generated by the explosion swept like a tsunami.

Carrying the debris produced by the explosion, it rushed forward frantically.

The sudden explosion turned the conference hall into a hell. The people who were originally listening to the speech around the conference hall were scared to death at the moment of the explosion. At this moment, they could only hold their heads with both hands, screaming and following the crowd to escape.

The slow-moving people were pushed by the people behind them. If they were not careful, they would fall to the ground, and then they could not get up again. They could only face the big feet behind them one after another.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only those who were trampled and bruised on the ground, breathing heavily, and looked dead.

In the center, Bush's impassioned voice was suddenly interrupted, and the security personnel around him immediately pressed him under the podium.

After a short wait, the security guards on the periphery went against the flow of people and appeared at the side of the podium, forming a human wall, surrounding Bush in the middle, and moving out little by little.

The security team took Bush into the motorcade and closed the car door completely, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the motorcade started and left with people in a mighty manner.

It was not until 20 minutes after the large team left that the local police and the fire and medical teams arrived together.

The police immediately went to work to maintain order and disperse the flow of people.

The fire brigade's car was parked nearby, watching the crowd evacuate quietly, motionless.

As for the last medical team, they could only sigh at the chaotic flow of people. The people they wanted to save were in the innermost part, but the flow of people kept dispersing them.

Finally, the flow of people dispersed a little, and the medical team rushed into the center of the venue.

Then they saw a scene that made them even more desperate. There were too many injured people, too many, so many that their car could not fit them, and everyone was seriously injured. If they chose this one, another would die.

But they dared not hesitate, and could only throw the person closest to them into the ambulance as quickly as possible, sound the alarm, and then whistle away.

After the ambulance entered the scene, the fire brigade finally entered. They did not rush to clean up the ruins, but wandered around the ruins.

After wandering for more than ten minutes, one of the firefighters screamed: "Look! Here!"

In the scream, he raised a cat.

It was a pure white Persian cat, with blue pupils on the left and gold pupils on the right, and a pink nose. It was obvious that it was a noble cat.

It was just because the scene was too chaotic, the cat's original white hair was stained with dust, like a princess in distress.

Seeing this cat, other people in the fire brigade also screamed, and then rushed over at the fastest speed, surrounded the cat, and exclaimed again and again.

Behind the fire brigade, an Asian-faced female reporter slowly walked into the scene, her face full of panic, and her body was shaking.

Every step she took felt like stepping on cotton.

However, the camera in her hand and the work ID hanging on her chest seemed to give her endless courage.

When she saw the fire brigade, she smiled, but when she saw the fire brigade circling around the cat, the smile on her face turned into confusion.

After locking her eyes for a moment, she slowly raised the camera in her hand and took a photo.

And she named this photo in her heart.

[Great America! ]

The photo was against the sun. From the reporter's perspective, these firefighters seemed to be bathed in holy light, and the cat held high was like a born son of God, emitting golden light.

An hour later, an internal American TV conference was held.

The initiator of the meeting was Bush, and the participants were the Department of Defense and major intelligence agencies.

At the beginning of the meeting, Bush's calm eyes fell on White first, and stayed on him for a full 30 seconds, and then turned his eyes to others.

However, the eyes that were originally gentle on White, when they fell on them, only left viciousness.

After a few seconds, Bush's sinister voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

"Tell me, what are you doing? CIA, FBI, and those messy bureaus under you."

"Every year's funding is reported one by one, and I will approve as much as you report."

"But in this situation, I was bombed and almost killed by the bomb."

"What are you doing?"

"The Senate President told me that he received news a few days ago that a bunch of Middle Eastern people appeared in America, but disappeared after landing. Can you tell me where these people went?"

"Especially your CIA, even your own gate was bombed, don't you feel ashamed?"

The questions one after another did not receive a response. Seeing these silent people, especially those intelligence personnel, Bush's heart was even more nameless.

He didn't understand why it turned out like this.

As a politician, he knew very well that the election was not a simple 1+1=2, but that both sides tripped each other up, made trouble for each other, stole votes, and gave laxatives to prevent the other side from catching up with the election.

But the premise of tripping each other up is that no one dies.

If someone dies, it means someone has overturned the table.

However, not long ago, several Democratic candidates were shot and are still lying in the hospital.

His own vice president is also in the hospital and has not left the house yet.

Other small parties are all opposition parties. No matter how fiercely they roar, they cannot overturn the basic bases of the Republican and Democratic parties. All they can do is follow the Democratic and Republican parties and make concessions under the two-party system.

They don't have to do this.

As the leader of the Republican Party, he did not give an order. Although the Democratic Party was shameless, they would not do such a thing directly.

Therefore, someone else should have entered America and flipped the table in America.

But here is America. America has always been the one who went to other people's turf and turned over other people's tables. There has never been anyone who came to America's turf and turned over America's tables.

911 does not count!

Putting his hands on his forehead, he pressed his temples hard to relieve the swelling pain in his head. Bush then raised his head and looked at the TV, and said without any fluctuation in his words:

"I give you 24 hours. If you can't find the person behind the scenes within 24 hours, then I will kill you!"

After giving the order, Bush hung up the video conference, turned his head, and ordered to the staff around him:

"Contact me the SEALs and ask them to be on standby at any time. If they find the target, they will kill it immediately."

After hearing the order, the staff did not hesitate, put his right hand on his chest, bent down gracefully, and said respectfully: "My dear Mr. President, as you wish."

With Bush's order, the staff turned and exited the room, walked through the corridor, and entered the opposite room.

In the room opposite, several strong men in camouflage combat uniforms were already in place. When they saw the staff coming in, they bowed respectfully as a courtesy.

Among these people, there was a globe and a map of America.

The staff member came to stand in front of the map, tapped California's Silicon Valley with his fingers, and then told the news provided by the Senate President:

"About a week ago, a group of Middle Easterners entered America."

"But after entering America, this group of people just disappeared from the world and could not be found."

"Then today, first the CIA office building was bombed, and then our place was attacked."

"More recently, candidates participating in this election were all attacked."

"So, according to my analysis, the main purpose of the people behind the scenes is actually this election."

"Now that we know their purpose, the rest will be easier to handle."

"I need you to monitor all the candidates and survey their poll numbers."

"According to my speculation, the person chosen by the mastermind behind the scenes should have a good reputation, which can support him. After we are attacked, he can smoothly enter the new round of elections, but he will not get burned."

"Then there's another point. There aren't many big families in America that have the ability to make people disappear without a trace, and can also provide equipment. You can check this aspect."

"The president's order is 24 hours."

"After 24 hours, he will give a speech, and what you find is what the president gave. In other words, there is no 24 hours."

After saying these words, the staff stopped talking, turned their heads, took out their phones and started arranging work.

After listening to these words, the soldiers in the room had big heads, but they knew better that if they completed the mission within these 24 hours, the benefits they would gain would be greater than their heads.

After nodding his head vigorously, several soldiers came to the side and started whispering.

A few minutes later, the task assignments of several people were completed and they returned to the staff.

"Sir, please arrange for someone to cooperate with us."

The staff member put away the phone and nodded gently: "Okay!"

Half an hour later, the largest second-hand car trading market in Silicon Valley.

As several rockets opened the way, the young man who was blocking the door and showing off his power was directly blasted into the sky by rockets, followed by a machine gun attack.

The machine gun fire continued for two minutes.

When the two minutes were up, the soldier leading the team put on his mask, held his gun and shield, and was the first to rush into the villa.

The boss who was hiding in the center of the market was caught by these wolf-like soldiers before he could escape. Without talking to him too much, they chopped off two of his fingers as soon as they caught him.

It was not completely chopped, only two joints were chopped off.

The soldier leading the team lifted his mask, showed a kind smile, and said:

"Tell me, where did that pickup truck that appeared at the explosion site come from?"

"You can choose not to say, two hands, 10 fingers, a total of 28 joints."

"We can chop 26 more times, plus your toes and your palms."

"You have only two choices now, a pleasant death, and an unpleasant death. A happy death. We don't care about the things behind you. We only arrest internal terrorists."

"If you choose to die unpleasantly, the people behind you, your family, will also die unpleasantly."

"We only have 20 hours, and half an hour has passed now. It's up to you."

The boss who was held down just opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but no words came out. He opened his mouth repeatedly for a while, and still uttered one sentence: "I don't know."

The next second, the tip of his other intact finger was chopped off.

Before he could continue to speak, the tips of the remaining intact fingers were chopped off, followed by his toes.

When the knife fell on his toes, he finally cried out in pain:

"It's Abian. He bought a few pickup trucks from me some time ago. The price was good and the requirements were high."

As soon as he finished speaking, a brand new photo appeared in front of him.

In the photo, there was a handsome-looking Indian.

Under the bright sunshine, the Indian leaned on a sports car, holding a prepared cocktail in his left hand, a cigar in his right hand, and a pair of brown sunglasses on his forehead, looking very handsome.

The boss looked at the person in the photo clearly and nodded vigorously.

After getting confirmation, the leading soldier took back the photo, nodded to the person next to him, and then turned and left.

Others also left one after another, leaving only one person.

When the last person disappeared at the door, the soldier who stayed behind pulled out his gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

A shot to the head, died silently and without pain.

After he walked out, a single-soldier incendiary bomb was thrown into the room from outside, exploded instantly, and ignited everything in the room.

On the interstate highway, Indian Abbian was running for his life. He wished the car under his feet had 2,000 horsepower and he wished he could step on the accelerator into the tank.

Looking at the scenery that was rapidly receding, he regretted it now, very much.

Regretted why he was greedy for money.

Sold a few cars and some other things.

But he never expected that these things would go to see the president and explode.

Fuck!

Just after cursing in his heart, he heard a little noise.

Turning back, he found that there were three helicopters, two AH64D Apache armed attack helicopters, and a Chinook transport plane.

The helicopters were very fast, and the machine guns hanging on both sides of the helicopters were still firing.

Under the deterrence of bullets, Abbian slowly slowed down, parked the car to the side of the road, got out of the car very calmly, and lay on the road with his hands on his head.

The helicopter stopped, and the soldiers jumped off the helicopter like wolves and tigers, and came to Abian. They first treated him to a meal of dragon fruit, and then began to interrogate him: "Where is the money those people gave you? Where is it?"

"Also, through what channels did they contact you?"

On the ground, Abian, who was breathing out more than breathing in, tried to open his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and cursed: "nmd!"

The next second, a big foot stepped on his head.

After two or three kicks, the person on the ground had completely stopped moving, but the soldiers did not leave. Instead, they raised their guns and fired two rounds at the person in front of them, and then threw the body into the Chinook.

The helicopter took off and went back to report.

At the same time, an order came from America and landed in India.

At 10 pm local time in India, an explosion occurred in a wealthy area in the suburbs of Mumbai. A family of 47 people were all killed in the explosion, and no one survived.

Half an hour later, the American CIA issued a statement.

[The American CIA is responsible for the attack! 】