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Chapter 1 [The Origin of Everything]

Chapter [-] [The Origin of Everything]

2021 12 Month 23 Day.

107 Plank Street, South, Altoona, PA.

On the wall of a tooling three-story building with a typical American-style red brick exterior wall, there is a nameplate of [Bai Niu Information Network Service Company].

Seven thirty in the morning.

Tommy Blanco hung up his badge and walked into the office with a Starbucks cup—just like a regular office worker.

"How's it going?" Tommy put his backpack on the seat and glanced at the screens hanging on the wall.

The colleague on duty shrugged his shoulders and twirled his pen in boredom: "Everything is normal."

Tommy sat down with an expressionless face, took a sip of the coffee he brought, and stared at the screen on the wall for a while.

Three different split screens display three different real-time satellite images.

The target is the same area.

In a certain area of ​​the high seas, a certain target is being monitored in real time by three different satellites.

Tommy stared at the screen for about a minute, then sat down and looked through the monitoring records on duty.

"You said..." The colleague walked over to Tommy's side, sighed while leaning on the back of his chair, "...how long do we have to do this job, I've been in this place for three years. "

Tommy looked back at the young colleague and smiled: "Isn't this job bad?

High salary, high benefits, all insurance is paid by someone, and commute to get off work on time every day.I want this job to stay that way - you should really see what the hell out there has become. "

The colleague mumbled, with a hint of unwillingness in his tone: "I was transferred from the early retirement from the navy, not to do this kind of boring and waste of life."

Tommy sighed and touched his somewhat gray hair: "When you are my age, you will understand how valuable it is to have a secure job."

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【Bai Niu Information Network Service Company】

On paper, this is a very ordinary information processing company.

The business scope includes: information consulting, information processing, network erection solutions, etc.

According to the registration data of the municipal system, the company has been in good business for eight years since its registration, and even the vultures of the IRS (Federal Revenue Service) cannot detect any problems with its clean book and tax status.

- Of course Tommy knew that these clean and unremarkable accounts were actually written by those vultures.

In fact, this [Bai Niu Information Network Service Company] is just a cover.

Its real identity is a secret surveillance agency under the Langley Building (CIA).

The eleven members of the monitoring team, including Tommy, are all professionally trained monitoring and information analysis and processing personnel, as well as four armed security personnel transferred from the military.

Plus the monitoring authority to mobilize six satellites at any time, and a water-cooled high-density server hidden in the basement of the building for information analysis and processing.And can enter the red permission of the federal top security information network at any time.

Eight years ago, when the company was founded on its first day.

Tommy Blanco, who had just been transferred from an intelligence analysis department of the CIA, looked at the boss of the newly established monitoring team, stood in front of him, pointed to his eyes and pointed to the surveillance screen. Roaring at himself, the spit almost sprayed into his face. ·

"We only have one job!
All members are divided into three groups of shifts, and six satellites have time-based monitoring rights!
All for one goal: to keep my eye on that damn guy!
Stare him firmly! !
Make sure that there are no blind spots, no blind spots, all weather, all year round, and stare him! !This is not my request!It's an order from the Langley Building, it's an order from the White House! "

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Yep, stare at that guy.

To be precise: it is on an open sea, with a certain latitude and longitude as the center and a radius of no more than [-] nautical miles.

According to the order: The target is a boat, and there is a person on board... This person, this boat, must move within this range, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not allowed to exceed this activity area, otherwise...

Back then, Tommy, who had just arrived, couldn't help but ask his boss a question: What if he ran out? "

I remember that at that time, the fierce-looking boss suddenly froze for a moment, and there was a strange meaning in his eyes.

"Hopefully that horrible thing never happens."

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Eight years, 2894 days and nights. 69456 hours.

Tommy has been in Altoona, monitoring the target.

Fortunately, the situation that the boss said has never happened.

Yes, eight years...

Watch a boat that's always going around in circles.

Does anyone believe this kind of thing?
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What Tommy Blanco didn't know was that in addition to the M country, there were more than six national and regional intelligence organizations in the world, and a similar organization was established at the same time one night eight years ago.

And the goal and mission are also very consistent: keep an eye on this ship!
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Tommy took his last sip of coffee, threw the paper cup in the trash, and glanced at the time.

[-]:[-] in the morning.

It is less than 69457 minutes away from my 10th hour of working in this company.

He stretched subconsciously and glanced at the screen on the wall again.

On the screen, the logo representing that ship was moving.

"It seems to be a little faster?" Tommy couldn't help rubbing his eyes, wondering if he was wrong.

And the direction of the target movement is getting closer and closer to the critical point of the 200 nautical mile radius drawn by the monitoring!

Tommy opened his mouth subconsciously.

A few seconds later, when the ship's logo finally touched the critical line on the screen...

Tommy suddenly jumped up like an electric shock, his expression horrified.

"WTF!!!"

Tommy instantly felt a rush of blood in his brain... As if he had been working for eight years, he was waiting for this moment.

At this moment, as a civilian intelligence officer, Tommy didn't realize more, besides being shocked, there was even a hint of absurdity in his heart.

...actually, really, it happened?

Tommy reacted immediately, hurriedly picked up the phone on the table and pressed a button.

"Boss, something happened."

"What?" The boss's voice came from the phone.

Tommy swallowed, his voice a little dry: "Red Alert."

On the other end of the phone, there was an angry curse - as if the boss had spilled the coffee.

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4 minutes later, in an office in Langley Building (CIA headquarters), a gloomy middle-aged man picked up the phone and put it down silently, cursing, "WTF!"

Eight minutes later, in the largest office in the White House, an old white man picked up the phone and couldn't help but cursed, "WTF!"

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Three hours after the "red alert" occurred.

British Lonehill Island, South Pacific.

The entrance of a local shop on the hillside.

A middle-aged man in a sweater is sitting on a rock smoking a cigarette.

The middle-aged man sat on the stone and turned to look down the mountain. He didn't light another cigarette until a silver yacht by the pier slowly sailed away.

But after only one breath, he began to cough violently.

However, the middle-aged man didn't seem to care, but turned around and waved to the vendor sitting next to a shop full of fruit not far away.

The vendor seemed stunned for a moment.

"Okay, come here." The middle-aged man frowned and sighed with a cigarette in his mouth: "Let your people come out too."

The vendor seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and slowly got up and walked over.

He took off his jacket as he walked, revealing the tactical vest inside.Do two actions at the same time.

One is to have a companion show up.

The other is to raise his hands high, indicating that he has no intention of attacking.

Centered on the middle-aged man, on the hillside, around nine o'clock and three o'clock, from the bushes and the hillside, a group of fully-armed warriors quickly filed out.

The middle-aged man looked at it and whistled: "Six tactical teams, is there anything else?"

The trader walked up to him slowly: "There are four sniper positions to aim at here. There is a submarine of the Navy waiting nearby. As long as I give an order, your boat will not go far at all. We will Sink it!"

The middle-aged man laughed and pointed to his ship in the distance: "Come on, give the order to sink it."

Merchant: "..."

The middle-aged man curled his lips in disdain: "Put away your boring threats. You have no right to make that kind of order."

"You shouldn't tear up the agreement, you walked out of our agreed safe zone!" The merchant looked gloomy: "Langley Building and the White House are very dissatisfied with this."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Then let the dissatisfied guys go to hell. Now, let me talk to the person who can really handle it."

The vendor gritted his teeth, turned around and took out a satellite phone. After connecting, he whispered a few words, stood upright subconsciously, then turned around and handed the phone over with a complicated look.

The middle-aged man took the phone with the cigarette butt between his fingers.

His eyes looked at the coastline in the distance, as if indifferent.

"Hello, Mr. President... um... um... hi! Don't swear at people!... You'll be scolding me again!"

The middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette while talking on the phone: "Any agreement will always expire, I have given M country enough face for the eight years at sea, and now, I just want to step on the soil on land, Then just smoke a cigarette."

"...We don't have to go around in circles. You know my physical condition very well. You check every time my ship buys even a piece of potato. You are also aware of the drugs I use on a regular basis. Your medical experts must have recommended mine. The progress of the physical condition and the deterioration of the condition, isn't it?"

"Then make a deal, yes, one last time!"

"The sixteen nuclear bombs I stole from you will all be nullified. All detonation procedures will be automatically cancelled after three months. My request is simple: for three months, you must not take any measures to hunt down my men. .

My people would dive underwater and disappear from the world completely. "

"This is my final condition, if you accept, we can open a champagne remotely to celebrate, if not...

BOOM!Homegrown nuclear bomb explosion, exciting or not? "

The middle-aged man held the phone a little further from his ear, and there seemed to be a growling voice coming from the phone.

The middle-aged man laughed and listened for a while, his face became serious and said: "Okay, don't beat the table, put away your acting skills for Congress. I just ask you now, is there a deal? Mr. President?

If the deal is made, now let your dog send you a decent champagne, and we can celebrate the happy cooperation. "

The other end of the phone went quiet, and the middle-aged man whispered something to the other end of the phone and returned the phone to the vendor.

The vendor answered the phone and hung up with a complicated look after listening to it.

Moments later, a bottle of champagne was delivered.

The vendor opened it with his own hands, but the middle-aged man threw away the cup and brought the bottle over.

"The taste is average." After taking a sip from the bottle, the middle-aged man pouted: "Considering the urgency of time, you can take out a bottle of champagne immediately instead of mouthwash. I am satisfied with the efficiency of the Langley Building. ."

With that, he raised the champagne bottle and made a toast gesture to the sky.

"They are watching us with satellites, aren't they." The middle-aged man smiled.

"So, is this the last moment?" The merchant suddenly sneered: "Are you explaining your last words?"

"You seem to have a grudge against me?" The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the vendor.

The vendor shook his head with a sarcastic tone: "I and the three departments of Langley Building, more than [-] elites from the intelligence department, have been 'serving' you for the past eight years."

When it comes to the word "service", this guy is biting his teeth.

"Hahahaha." The middle-aged man laughed: "I just like your expression: you can't stand me, but you can't kill me."

"This is not a joke." The merchant sneered, with hatred and sarcasm: "Lucifer!"

"Lu..." The middle-aged man was silent for a second, and suddenly became unhappy: "Fuck's Lucifer! You people from M country are so ashamed to call people nicknames? Do you know this? This nickname will make me laugh to death!"

The middle-aged people started scolding directly.

"According to the traditions of my hometown, I prefer to be called by others... Yan Luo! Although I am also a middle schooler, at least it's a bit local."

The middle-aged man put down the champagne bottle and lit another cigarette.

But this time, his fingers trembled slightly.

The merchant's eyes narrowed, and he secretly made a gesture, and the surrounding armed men tried to move forward.

"It's useless." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed to his head: "The brain tumor cells have spread to the cerebral cortex and compressed the right spine, not to mention that I have also taken a little drug that allows me to accurately grasp the time of death. There's still life left..."

The middle-aged man looked down at his watch: "Ten..."

"Nine."

The merchant exclaimed: "Back off!!"

The armed men dispersed quickly.

The merchant rushed forward and supported the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man raised his head and smiled sarcastically: "How could someone like me allow myself to be captured by you? The one in the White House understands it, but you don't. Five..."

The merchant gritted his teeth: "Fake!! I'll catch all your companions! I swear!!"

The middle-aged man looked disdainful: "You don't have that ability, and your president wouldn't dare to give such an order... Two... One."

"zero!

Hell...I'm here...ha..."

The middle-aged man slowly closed his eyes and lost his breath...

The vendor sighed and waved his arms.

Armed personnel rushed forward, and there were ready medical personnel swarming up.

After cursing in a low voice, the vendor tore off the tactical vest and threw it to his subordinates, grabbing a medical expert: "I don't know much about medicine, but he said that the brain tumor cells spread to the cerebral cortex, and it also compresses the spine... something like this people……"

The medical expert looked strange: "I can only say that even a Siberian white bear, under such circumstances, can only lie on the hospital bed, unable to move a finger."

The vendor's eyes were complicated: "But just a minute ago, he was still smoking, drinking champagne, and swearing at each other over the phone with our president."

"...All I can say is, it's a miracle," the medical expert stammered.

"call!"

The merchant often sighed and looked solemn: "Fortunately, this miracle... is over!

Good luck to America!This demon has finally gone to hell... No, it should be said, return to hell!

He was supposed to belong there. "

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2000年，12月23日上午11点45分。

The No. [-] Middle School in Jiangning District, Jinling City, Jiangsu Province, China.

Senior two (six) class
A teenager suddenly woke up from a sleeping position on the desk.

On the podium, the math teacher was pointing at a question on the blackboard.

已知log3(x-2y)+log3(x+2y)=1+log3x+log3y，求log2x-log2y的值……

The math teacher threw away the chalk, then looked around, stared at the boy, and pointed at him.

"You, Chen Nuo! Come and solve it."

"........."

The boy's eyes were dazed for a moment, then he slowly focused, looked at the surrounding classmates, looked at the classroom, and looked at the blackboard...

Afternoon sunshine, dilapidated classrooms, painted white walls...

Looking at the string of math problems on the blackboard...

Well, I don't understand!

"emmmm... this is really... hell..."

The young man suddenly smiled bitterly and sighed.Eyes shining like stars.

After leaving for half a lifetime, returning...

Still a teenager.

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[Hi everyone, I am the author Jun, and I came back from No. 30 words to leave a message for new readers.

A serious urban power essay is not a king of soldiers, and if you ask yourself, it is definitely not a bad book, you will know after reading it.

If you want to tell new readers, whether the book is good or not, it's up to you to judge, don't listen to some boring black and blind BBs who are full and full.These people are not only blind, but their brains are not very good~]

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