A piece of news spread like wildfire on the internet. It was like a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake, causing a stir in the Mei nation's news media. The content of the news was: On the 6th of July, the White House will be bombed. Those who value their lives should not linger in the White House on that day!
The White House was the official residence and office of the Mei nation's president. It was a place of utmost importance in the hearts of the Mei nation. The Mei nation could joke about many things, but they would never joke about the White House. Back then, the founder of Al Qaeda, Ben Laden, had tried to bomb the White House but failed. Now, someone was threatening to bomb the White House again. Could it be another terrorist attack?
"This must be a joke. Who would dare to post something like this on the internet? Isn't he afraid of being arrested by the FBI?"
"We'll have to see if the FBI will take it seriously. But seeing how calm things are, the FBI must not have taken it seriously. They must be busy investigating the death of Professor Adrian from the University of Washington."
"Which piece of sh * t posted this rumor? Does he want to meet God soon?"
"There are still five days left. I'd like to see if it's true. If the White House is really bombed, that would be fun. Hahaha …"
"I think this is a joke, but it's a little too much. I suggest that the federal government take this matter seriously. Drag this person out of the virtual world and give him the death penalty!"
The netizens of the Mei nation expressed their own opinions on the matter. Most of them felt that this was just a keyboard warrior who had nothing better to do. Of course, there were also a small number of people who were looking forward to the outcome of the bombing five days later, on the 6th. After all, life was too boring. If the White House was bombed, although the Mei nation's reputation would be tarnished, it would still add a unique flavor to their boring lives.
[The White House]
It was a white, neoclassical sandstone building, consisting of the main building, the east wing, and the west wing. On the roof of the main building, there was a Mei nation flag, which was fluttering in the wind.
In the luxurious and solemn office of the president, the dark-skinned President Bama was talking and laughing on the phone with a country's leader. A male secretary who was allowed in waited respectfully by the side and did not interrupt the president's conversation.
"Abdullah, I heard that Saudi Arabia is secretly developing nuclear weapons. Is that true?" Bama, who had been talking nicely, suddenly said with a serious expression.
The Saudi King, who was on the other end of the line, was so scared that he almost pissed his pants. One had to know that in the two previous wars that America had started, the excuse was that they were developing nuclear weapons. In fact, there was no such thing as nuclear weapons. They had searched every inch of their land and still could not find a single nuclear bomb.
"Mr. Bama, there is absolutely no such thing. Saudi Arabia is an oil exporting country. The country's main focus is on oil exports. How could we develop such destructive weapons?" Abdullah quickly denied.
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I was just joking."
President Bama's serious expression relaxed. He smiled and said, "You know that I've just received the Nobel Peace Prize. It's my duty to protect world peace and prevent war from breaking out in this world. Nuclear weapons are terrifying things that can even destroy the Earth. They must be dealt with resolutely."
Abdullah didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. He thought to himself, "Since you know that nuclear weapons can destroy the earth, why don't you destroy all of them?"
On the surface, he nodded respectfully and said, "Mr. Bama, you are so considerate of world peace. In view of this, I hereby promise that the price of all the oil that Saudi Arabia exports to America will be lowered by one point."
When he heard this, the smile on President Bama's face became even brighter. It was as if he was saying, "You're right, kid."
"Hahaha … Great, we had such a great conversation. I'll talk to you again next time."
"Okay."
Abdullah hung up the phone with a bitter expression. After hanging up, he lost control of his emotions. He spat on the ground and cursed, "Bandit, robber!"
In the President's office in the White House, President Bama was in an unusually good mood. He was thinking about who else he could scare to benefit his country. His secretary took the opportunity to speak.
"Mr. President, you've saved our country a few trillion US dollars with just a few words. It's the Mei nation's fortune to have a president like you." The secretary began by flattering him.
President Bama smiled and said, "I've always hated people who flatter me. But your flattery makes me feel very comfortable, and I know how to flatter you. So, you're my secretary, not someone else."
With just a few words, he had gained huge profits for the country. Of course, this was a huge achievement. And this achievement made him feel like he was floating in the air. In the past, and even now, there were a lot of people who questioned him, saying that he had personally planned and initiated the two wars. But this Nobel Peace Prize had actually been f * * king awarded to him. He chose to ignore it and accepted the award without blushing or skipping a beat despite all the doubts.
He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. "Oh right, why are you looking for me?"
The secretary smiled and reported, "It's like this, Mr. Bama. Yesterday, there was a piece of news on the Internet. It said that on the sixth, which is four days from now, someone will blow up the White House."
Hmm?
President Bama paused in his action of drinking his tea. He waved his hand and said, "Continue."
"The FBI sent out their best computer experts to decipher the IP address of the person who made the statement, but they found that they could not decipher it no matter what they did. The other party's computer skills are far superior to theirs," the secretary said.
Hearing this, President Bama's brows furrowed tightly. "They can't decipher it?"
Of course, he knew that the group of people from the FBI were not useless. If even they could not decipher the other party's IP address, this matter was more serious. This also meant that the statement of wanting to blow up the White House was not as simple as a bluff and false information.
The secretary nodded and said, "Yes, the FBI authorities suspect that it was the mysterious computer expert 'Mie' from Hua who castrated the Internet war we organized last year. This is because the technology used to build the firewall is the same."
"Continue." President Bama's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"On the night of the thirtieth, Adrian, a biochemistry professor at the University of Washington, was shot dead in his home. On the first of this month, the statement of wanting to blow up the White House appeared on the Internet. The FBI authorities believe that these two incidents are related. They suspect that it was the work of the thousand-faced killer, Xiao Han, who caused a bloody storm in Nippon Province."
"What they mean is that the thousand-faced killer Xiao Han and the mysterious computer expert 'Mie' are the same person?" President Bama quickly grasped the crux of the secretary's words.
The secretary nodded and said, "Yes."
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