The hexagonal fortress was like a medal embedded in the earth, quietly located in the center of the small crater. The solid lunar soil was its first wall, and an arch was dug on one side of the crater, which was the only entrance and exit of the entire military base.
The entire military base located in the crater covered a total of 9,000 square meters, with three floors above and below. Each floor was 5 meters high, the highest point was level with the outer edge of the crater, and the lowest point was 20 meters underground. The roof was made of concrete and covered with lunar soil, about 2-3 meters thick.
The wall was divided into two parts, the outer wall was 1.5 meters thick, and the inner wall was 2 meters thick. The inner and outer walls were sandwiched with 0.7 meters of lunar soil to protect against cosmic rays, solar wind, and meteorite impacts.
Due to the insufficient width of the arch, the huge lunar rover could only be parked outside the military base.
Jiang Chen and Xia Shiyu didn't have to wait long. The door of the military base opened, and two officers in spacesuits walked out of the military base. They skillfully jumped like kangaroos and floated toward the two.
Standing in front of Jiang Chen, the two officers gave a neat military salute and took the two into the military base.
The officer in the lead was named Hou Zhengwen, the former captain of the Celestial Trade Navy frigate, and the current reserve officer of the Earth Fleet and the head of the military base on the moon. When he took Jiang Chen into the military base, he said to Jiang Chen while walking.
"The soldiers have gathered in the central square and are ready for review. Do you want to walk around the military base with me first, or go to the square now? "
"Let's go to the square first. Don't let our boys wait too long." Jiang Chen smiled.
"Roger!"
Following behind the two officers, when they entered the military base, Jiang Chen took the time to examine the outline of the entire military base.
The interior of the building was designed with partitions, and there was an air lock between the partitions. Once the building was damaged and the atmosphere leaked, the air lock would fall to isolate the damaged area. People who couldn't evacuate in time didn't need to panic. They could hide in the hibernation pods distributed on both sides of the safe passage and wait for rescue.
This design was generally the same as that of Guanghan City. Before the breakthrough of shield technology, this method could only be used.
One thousand five hundred soldiers gathered in the central square of the military base and lined up in a neat square formation.
He had to admit that the elites from various member states were indeed much better than the reserve crew of Celestial Trade in all aspects.
During military training in school, Jiang Chen always complained that no matter how good the forward kick was, it would still be taken down by a bullet. However, standing in his current position, he had to admit that the posture of a soldier was the most direct reflection of an army's spirit.
Even if it was only one-sixth of the gravity, these soldiers were as steady as statues. Just this point alone was enough to make Jiang Chen nod in satisfaction.
It seemed that the two months of training had not gone to waste.
…
Just as Jiang Chen inspected the future soldiers of the Earth Fleet, it was late at night in Capital, 400,000 kilometers away.
In the center of the bustling world, a man in a suit walked quickly on the street and stopped under a bronze street lamp. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and after confirming the address on it, he turned into a side alley and walked into an ordinary-looking coffee shop.
This was K Street.
If the eye of the financial crisis, New York's "Wall Street" was the international financial center, then the "K Street" between the Capitol and Capitol Hill could be called the ever-changing international political center.
A large number of think tanks, lobbyists, public relations companies, and non-governmental organizations were gathered on this street. International headquarters, the World Bank, and the International Monetary Fund were also gathered here. There were a large number of lobbyists and well-known lobbyists here. A large number of political and power transactions took place on this street every day, and K Street was therefore famous.
Or should I say infamous.
"The information you want." The man took out a document from his arms and threw it on the table. He took a deep breath and sat across from the woman. "All the candidates are on it. From their political views to their ticket numbers. If you also want to know the winning probability of each person, I have a dedicated team that can serve you. Of course, the reward will be calculated separately — "
"The reward is next to you." The woman raised her chin slightly and pointed in the direction with her eyes.
The man paused and looked to the right side of the seat. He saw a black suitcase standing quietly at his feet. He reached out and grabbed the handle. The man's expression changed slightly and he looked at the woman with a strange look.
"I guess it's not Zimbabwean dollars inside …"
The woman raised the wine glass and elegantly took a sip of the red wine. After she put down the glass, she picked up the document on the table and said casually.
"You can open it and see."
The man hesitated for a moment and reached out to open the suitcase. When he saw the green color, he quickly closed the suitcase.
It was enough.
It was not Zimbabwean dollars, nor was it a Wal-Mart coupon. There were at least 200,000 green bills in the suitcase, and there might even be more.
However, what confused the man was why she chose to pay in cash.
In the United States, only two types of people would carry this much cash.
One was a drug dealer, and the other was a fugitive.
Either way, they were not good people …
"Okay, actually …" The man hesitated and finally made up his mind. He continued to promote his business. "In fact, you can find these things on the Internet. Now, except for Hill who delayed for some reason, the candidates have already finished their election speeches. I mean, if you just want to figure out their license plate number, there is no need to find me. My ability is far more than just this — "
"Really?" The woman flipped through the document in her hand and said nonchalantly.
The man opened his mouth.
It seemed that the client was not interested in his ability.
Just as he gave up and was about to get up and leave. The woman sitting across from him took out a piece of paper from the document and gently threw it in front of him.
"I need you to do something for me." The slender finger gently tapped on the photo. "Investigate him. I need to know everything about him, the more explosive the news, the better. You know what I can only do. "
"Joseph Kennedy!" When the man saw the person, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked hesitant.
"I remember you said that." The woman looked at the man, and her red lips formed a mysterious smile. "Your ability is far more than just figuring out their license plate number."
"You don't know." A trace of struggle flashed across the man's face, and there was even a hint of fear. "The Kennedy family, they are from the B City Consortium. The water behind this is too deep, deep enough to drown anyone who tries to test the waters … "
When the man said this, he suddenly detected a trace of imperceptible disdain from the woman's eyes.
That's right, disdain.
He was sure he didn't see it wrong.
To be able to disdain the B City Consortium, who does she represent? Morgan? Rockefeller? Russians? Or Hua? Or perhaps, the legendary …
After hesitating for a moment, the man finally gritted his teeth and reluctantly said.
"If the price is right …"
Regardless, let's listen to the price first. If the price is not right, it won't be too late to refuse.
The woman opened her left hand and put up five fingers.
"… Five hundred thousand?" The man paused for a second and asked tentatively.
"50 million," the woman said casually.
50 million USD!
The man's heart suddenly contracted. He took a deep breath, and the expression on his face changed several times. Finally, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
This was a price he couldn't refuse.
Even if he knew this money could put his life in danger.
"Your answer?" The woman raised an eyebrow.
This question was completely unnecessary.
In the entire K street, no one could refuse such a generous reward.
Even if the bet was his own life, he was willing to try.
The man took another deep breath, stood up, and reached out his right hand.
"Richard Meyer, this is my name. I don't know if I have the honor to know the name of my employer? "
"No." The woman flipped through the documents in her hand and said softly.
Even the rejection was so elegant that Meyer, whose right hand stopped in the air, couldn't get angry at all.
"… Okay, it doesn't matter." Meyer retracted her right hand and shrugged. She looked around, tapped her fingers on the table, and said in a low voice, "Wait for my news."
Without even looking up at him, the woman gently nodded.
"Mhmm, go."
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