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10. Undercurrents Surging
"That's why I need support!" The chief of the Los Angeles Police Department, who was lying on the hospital bed, roared angrily into the phone, "These people have EMP, they have electromagnetic weapons! You want me to believe that they're a bunch of criminals with light firepower? " During the chase on Sunset Boulevard, the helicopter he was on crashed during an EMP attack. He was lucky enough to only break a leg and a few ribs, but his life was not in danger.
"We have carefully reviewed the report you submitted, but we are sorry to say that we will not approve your proposal to deploy the National Guard." In Sacramento, the capital of California, the governor coldly rejected the request of the police chief. He was sitting at a round conference table, and two men and a woman in black suits and sunglasses were sitting opposite him in a dignified manner.
"How could you do this? The LAPD's police force has suffered heavy losses. I can't even send the police to investigate the riot at the mental hospital!"
"Considering that the Los Angeles Police Department has indeed suffered heavy losses, I will urgently mobilize some police forces from the surrounding cities to help you maintain local order."
"What I want is not to maintain order! Instead, it was to capture these terrorists! They are still on the run, and almost all of them are armed! "
"The National Guard will not be mobilized. We believe that the enemy's electromagnetic weapons may have flowed out through abnormal channels, which means that they probably don't have any more. In that case, the damage they could cause would be limited. That's it then. I still have a meeting. "After saying that, the governor hung up the phone.
On the big screen in the conference room, the chase from last night was being played over and over again. Although the video was not very clear, the intensity of the battle could still be seen.
"EMP, electromagnetic weapons, and the guy who doesn't fear bullets and looks like an iron man." The governor stared at the three mysterious men in black in front of him with a burning gaze. "Such a big thing happened in my jurisdiction, and you want me to watch from the sidelines with just a piece of paper from the Department of Defense?"
"Indeed," the woman sitting in the middle said. Her voice was a little hoarse. "Not only you, but all other departments, including the FBI, will receive similar notices and will not be involved."
As she spoke, the woman took out a laptop and clicked on it a few times. She then turned the screen to show the governor. "All the news media have unified their statements, and they are broadcasting a live video that has been edited. The public will not know the truth of this incident. Even if there are people who first saw the live broadcast through the news, their weak comments won't cause any ripples. "
"What about me?" The governor's voice was a little low, with a hint of anger. Someone had made a mess in their own territory and caused heavy losses, but suddenly a group of people jumped out and said that it was none of their business and that they weren't going to tell them why. No one could remain calm like Bodhisattva in such a situation.
"As played here," the woman pointed to the big screen behind the governor, "You know there is EMP, electromagnetic weapons, and a guy who doesn't fear bullets and looks like an iron man." She repeated the governor's words with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "In addition, I can also tell you in particular that this is related to a top-secret plan of the Department of Defense. You see, you actually know much more than the people. "
"You …" The governor was on the verge of exploding, but his eyes glanced at the signature of the person on the order from the Department of Defense that he absolutely could not afford to offend, and he immediately slumped on the chair.
Seeing his appearance, the woman nodded, put away the laptop, and said to the governor, "In short, we, Cyberdyne, will take over this matter. We will handle it well." After saying that, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a beautiful and wild face, but her left eye was a mechanical eye that flashed with red light!
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Washington, DC, United States.
"These people from Cyberdyne have gone too far!" With a bang, the FBI's counter-terrorism director lifted a chair and smashed it on the door — a few people from Cyberdyne had just left.
A black detective with a shaved head wearing sunglasses said, "They completely treat us like fools."
"Isn't that so?" A young detective laid on the chair with a frivolous expression and looked up at the ceiling. "But since the Department of Defense has already given the order, we really can't get involved."
"Damn it!" The counter-terrorism director slammed his fist on the table again. "There must be something fishy behind this matter! I don't believe that the Department of Defense has any plan to bypass us to find such an unscrupulous company! "
"Cyberdyne did indeed hire a group of mercenaries, and they are all veterans. They also provided them with excellent weapons and equipment," the black detective said. "I don't think this matter will end so easily."
"If you really want to investigate, it's not impossible." The young detective probably felt that lying down was not comfortable enough, so he put his feet on the conference table again.
"Oh? What is it? "the director asked.
"You know, there are always some coincidences, right? For example, one of our agents who was on vacation in California was accidentally involved in a mysterious case or something like that … "The young detective started to cut his nails.
The director of the anti-terrorism operation smiled knowingly. "Speaking of which, your new partner is called Ellison, right? He farted when we were in the elevator yesterday, and it stinks. This made me, the director, very unhappy … "
"Oh! That's a big crime! Punishing him to face the wall in California for a month is already a light punishment, "the young detective shouted exaggeratedly.
"And our manager in charge of collecting weapons will have diarrhea tomorrow …" The black detective also joined in.
"Then when Ellison turns in his gun, it's all up to him!" The young detective picked up a file and started to trim his nails.
Bang! The director's expression changed, and he slammed the table hard. "And you! Hayden! Sitting in an indecent posture in a formal meeting! You should pack up and go to California for a vacation! "
"Huh? Me?? "
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"Alright, my dear Savannah, I really can't have dinner with you tonight." On the top floor of a tall and luxurious office building, a Beautiful Woman in a smart shirt and skirt was talking to her daughter on the phone. She was about 28 years old, and she was elegant and graceful like a goddess. Her slightly curly red hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.
"Yes, I know. But something big suddenly happened in the company, and I have to deal with it. Little Savannah, you will understand me, right? "The Beautiful Woman picked up a towel and wiped her hands.
"Yes, something big." As she spoke, the Beautiful Woman glanced at the screen next to her. It was playing the unedited video of the battle on Sunset Boulevard.
"I can't help it. This matter makes it difficult for me. Because a lot of work has to start early. "The Beautiful Woman walked to the window and looked down at the entire city.
"Dear, it's not that I'm unhappy, but I'm very worried. That's why I sound so cold when I speak." The Beautiful Woman walked back to her desk and threw the towel into the trash can. The towel was stained with blood.
"Alright, when this is over, I'll take you to Disneyland and have a good day." The Beautiful Woman picked up a glass photo frame from the table. On it was a photo of herself and a cute three or four year old girl. But unlike the bright smile of the Beautiful Woman in the photo, her face now was as cold as a poker card.
"Yes, yes, I love you. Bye, baby." After saying that, the Beautiful Woman hung up the phone. She looked at the spreading blood on the ground and tilted her head. Following her line of sight, a corpse that looked exactly like her was lying on the ground. There was a bloody hole in the forehead, and the expression on her face was forever frozen in endless fear.
Opening the office door, the Beautiful Woman walked out slowly. A business card fell out of her handbag. The Beautiful Woman picked up the business card and looked at it. On it was written: Catherine Weaver, CEO of the company.
On the wide wall facing the office, a large gilded word was inlaid with a large Z symbol. In the middle of it was written: Zeira.
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"It's a traffic accident. Yes, a tank truck transporting liquid nitrogen." On a fire helicopter painted white, the fire brigade was inspecting the scene of the accident of the tank truck. A man dressed as a captain was making a call to report to his superior. Next to him was holding a camera and taking pictures of the scene.
"Okay, we'll descend and take a closer look." While saying that, the captain patted the driver's shoulder and signaled him to descend.
"The storage tank is broken in two, and all the liquid nitrogen has leaked out. Phew, I felt a chill on the plane. It's estimated that this section of the road will have to be demolished and rebuilt … Wait, what is that! "The captain suddenly screamed." Oh my god, it's a person! He fell outside the cab of the truck and has been frozen into ice! Judging by his appearance … Police? "
"Well, it's probably related to yesterday's terrorist attack. In addition, we found the body of the truck driver one kilometer away from the scene, and the body of a middle-aged Asian man. Chinese or Japanese? Not sure. Okay, yes … yes … Then we'll start spraying foam to warm up. " After saying that, the captain hung up the phone, picked up the wireless intercom next to him and said loudly: "Start spraying foam!"
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