The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 47: The Mania of Power (Part 1)

The gtc dignitaries at the Table Bay Hotel in Cape Town, South Africa personally confirmed the existence of terrorists and dirty bombs with their naked eyes. Ten seconds later, the terrorists detonated the emp bomb, and the electronic equipment within one kilometer of the explosion center was destroyed. Destroyed indiscriminately, and the picture returned by the helmet-mounted camera of the secret service team in the center of the 300-person conference hall was distorted and disappeared.

The director of the Counter-Terrorism Intelligence Service, Jordan Smith, smashed the remote control severely.

"Communications idiots! Is there any other way of contacting him?" He tore off his tie knot and yelled indistinctly, his 7-foot-tall, 250-pound body trembling uncontrollably.

"Sorry, sir." The director of communications, a bald middle-aged white man immediately replied, "After the emp explosion, our secret service team has returned to the Iron Age. If you specifically request it, we are now developing a flying pigeon book system. , It can be deployed in about three years."

"Want to die, don't you?" Smith clenched his fist.

"Calm down." Annual Executive Committee Chairman Dr. Mark Thompson waved his hand with a headache, "What was the last command before the communication was interrupted?"

"No shooting is allowed, waiting for the next order." Smith replied in annoyance.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

"It is 70 kilometers away from'Ark', and we will arrive in 14 minutes."

"Order the drones to launch the combat personnel and expand the spiral to search for the enemy and the secret service team, establish contact with the early personnel, and the communications office will assist with satellite photos. Jorden, after finding the **** terrorist, let your reinforcements turn on the optical camouflage Follow far away, without my instructions, no shots are allowed. Brandon, how likely do you think they really have dirty bombs?" Thompson quickly arranged, turning his head to ask Bartholomew who was not far away.

"Me?" The tired scientist pointed to the tip of his nose, "I came here for the ‘world’. There is nothing in my presentation except the data of the virtual world."

"You are a professor in the Physics Department of California Institute of Technology, Brandon." Thompson was a little dissatisfied.

"Look here." Bartholomew spread his hands. "A group of scientists, or guys who were once scientists, gathered together, not for the fascinating string theory or the cyclic universe model-I know the great scientific discovery. The era is over, and I also know that you miss those beautiful days as much as I do—but are discussing **** people efficiently, safely, and without leaving any trouble. What is this behavior? This is what a scientist should do. Is this something that citizens of the earth who have a healthy personality and respect the right to life should do?"

"Brandon." Thompson frowned.

"Yes, Mark, I understand that science includes politics. As long as human society exists, politics exists. In today's decline of science, science itself will become politics.

But mankind has not lost hope. Look at what a beautiful Garden of Eden we have built with our own hands. In that world, everything is evolving on its own in the way we conceived and according to mysterious laws, just like the scientific community has argued. A century-old topic: What is the first driving force of the universe? In the ‘world’, we are the only existence that is not the first driving force that is not perceived by the primitive life. Mark, we are their gods!

What can show us where we are heading better than observing their life trajectory? This is the responsibility of the scientist. It is the scientist's greatest effort to find a way out for the future of human civilization. Compared with power struggles and brutal killings, Mark, should you focus more on the ‘world’ of gtc? "Bartholomew stood up excitedly, his gray beard trembling.

"They are terrorists! Brandon." Thompson said with gloomy eyes, pointing to the playback image on the three-dimensional projector. Several people in orange chemical suits walked out slowly around the silver-white metal tank. "Ark", there is a bright radiation hazard sign on the metal can.

"If we don’t react and we will kill the danger in the infants, more and more anti-humans will appear and do everything possible to fight against "Genesis" and gtc. Didn’t you see Brandon, they hold high Pandora’s box, if these frantic people open the lid to spread the plague, the entire Far East will be affected by radioactive dust. The radioactive material pushed up by the explosive cloud will even cover half of the earth. You can imagine how big this is. Is it a humanitarian disaster, my old friend, explain it with your humanist viewpoint?"

"If gtc maintains the initial functions of academic research, all this is impossible!" Bartholomew waved fiercely, "In the era of the first gtc, there was no extreme opposition force. It was you who implemented the national quantization strategy. , When the state power is forced to make a choice on the question of whether or not to support the end of'Genesis', gtc will become a country within a country, and revolutionaries will rise, don’t you understand?"

"The world is different, old friend. When Neanderthals ruled Europe, they kept their race constantly evolving because of the continuous expansion of their borders, but when Europe and West Asia became their territories, the war began. Ancient humans Destroying itself, Brandon, the basic characteristic of human beings is competition. When your wonderful string theory and the circular universe model come to an end, the struggle is inevitable. The only difference is that we have the most powerful weapon to avoid this kind of internalization. Dou evolves into the end of mankind." Thompson replied indifferently.

"Your guess of the reason for the destruction of the Neanderthals has no archaeological basis." Bartholomew held down Wu Tianlan next to him and tried to pull his sitting arm.

"We have known each other for many years, and we can't understand each other and can't convince each other, so please sit down with old friends. In the evening at the bar, we can continue the discussion." Thompson looked away uncomfortably. Bartholomew blushed, waved his arms in the air a few times, sighed, and sat down.

The elder voice of the ninth division chief appeared: "Just now I spoke to nuclear physics experts. They thought it was unlikely that terrorists would break the sarcophagus and dig into the core in such a short period of time to take out radioactive waste to make dirty bombs, especially After the professionals among them were killed."

"How unlikely is it?" Thompson asked.

"The probability that a dirty bomb actually exists: 15%." The ninth division chief replied.

"Yorden, what do you think?" Thompson asked.

Smith pondered for a moment, "The probability of 15% is too high. Dirty bombs are not a child's toy. There is a 5% probability that they should not be tried."

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

"Passing."

As four "venom" tactical drones skimmed over Chernobyl at high speed, eight oval-shaped crew and equipment compartments were released at low altitude and fell freely. When approaching the ground, the rocket was turned on by the reverse thrust. After accurate calculations The reaction force caused the elliptical cabin body to land slowly in a gentle posture, without splashing a trace of dust.

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

The helmet camera, aerial images and satellite images are automatically combined to quickly build a three-dimensional model of the theater in the center of the 300-person conference room in Cape Town. The gtc executives present clearly saw several jeeps left by the terrorists paralyzed on the roadside With blue smoke, this is the center of the emp explosion, and the signal just interrupted here.

"Expand the search, and within five minutes I need to know the whereabouts of the terrorists and the secret service team." Smith issued an order.

The s tactical team was divided into four groups, three of which carried out a search around the Chernobyl factory, and one group entered the "Ark".

"Please identify yourself, otherwise we will shoot." Through the south gate, the tactical team found a wounded person lying in the airlock, and the acting captain shouted through a loudspeaker.

There is no answer.

Infrared imaging shows that the temperature of the human body is 3 degrees below the average temperature, and it may be a corpse that is cooling.

The background radiation is 830 microsieverts, which does not exceed the three defense range of the combat uniform. Entering the "Ark" means giving up the connection with Genesis and turning off the optical camouflage. Smith thought for a few seconds and ordered: "Two people go in, one person keeps in touch outside."

Two combat team members alternately cover with submachine guns and enter the "Ark."

Thompson and Smith stared at the images captured by the helmets of the left-behind players. The two entered the airlock. One of them squatted down to check for signs of life. At this time, the gun fired. The gunfire of m1911 echoed in the conference room in Cape Town.

"Safe, repeat, safe." The bullet hit the bulletproof panel on the chest of the elite combat team member without causing any harm. The double-faced female spy Vasja shot a bullet that had been waiting for a long time and passed out. Two team members stunned her. Tied up his hands and feet and lifted out the "Ark".

"My people." An aging voice came.

"Why shot?" Smith stared at the weird old man.

"Woman." The ninth director said briefly