Dimensional Codex

Chapter 2130 let you see what the dark organization is! (The nucleic acid test is finished)

For Tajik Zalhad, this is a dark day.

"Go **** and talk!"

He returned to his camp and yelled at his adjutant.

"Those **** traitors! Traitors! They sold the country to the group of white-skinned pigs, and now they still want us to go to peace talks! Fuck peace talks! We will fight that group of **** to the last minute, without compromise!"

"But, we don't have much funds..."

"Damn it!"

Hearing this, Zalhard also roared and sat down on the chair, silent. However, at this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly, and Zalhard picked up the cell phone and then connected the call.

"who is it?!"

"Hello, Mr. Zalhard."

From the other side of the phone, there was a very gentle and gentle voice. He used Zalhard's mother tongue, but Zalhard had never heard this voice.

"Who are you? How do you know my phone number?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What is important is that I can provide you with everything you want."

"Hahaha."

Hearing this, Zalhard sneered.

"It turned out to be a philanthropist."

"No, I'm not a philanthropist, I'm just a peace messenger, a peace messenger on the side of the bullied.”

The opponent was not shaken by Zalhard's cynicism.

"I would like to ask Mr. Zalhard, what is your goal?"

"I have to ask? Of course it is to drive those **** out of our country!"

"But you know it's impossible, do you know why this is?"

"……………what do you mean?"

Hearing the voice over the microphone, Zalhard frowned.

"Because this is not a war, Mr. Zalhard. Maybe you don't like what I said, but it is the case. You see, they fabricated unwarranted charges, invaded your homes, bombed your cities, and slaughtered you. People. But what can you do? Kill a few soldiers? Blow up a few tanks? What's the point of this? They are soldiers and they would have died."

"……………and so?"

"So, I will help you turn this into a war."

"Then what can you give me? Missiles? Tanks? Gun bullets?"

"Hahaha, these are not enough, Mr. Zalhard."

The other party laughed.

"Even if you have these, the war is still going on on your land, your city is still destroyed, and your people are still hurt. But what about them? Think about it, when your compatriots are in the flames of war When wailing, what are they doing? They are eating potato chips, drinking Coke, watching movies, and playing games. When your children die in pain, what are their children doing? Enjoying beauty, peace, and leisure Life. Can you bear it? Mr. Zalhard? Can you bear it?"

"enough!"

Hearing this, Zalhard slammed his fist on the table.

"So?"

"Peer-to-peer revenge is war. Now this is just a one-sided massacre. Your struggles can't bring them any harm. Only their own homes are in disaster, and they watched their children struggle in pain. When he died, his own city corpses were all over the country, devastated. This... is called war. Mr. Zalhard, and I, can bring you this war."

"commander!"

At this moment, his adjutant screamed suddenly, and then squeezed a fax in front of Zalhard, looking at the numbers on it, Zalhard was also taken aback.

"This is...500 million dollars?"

"This is an advance payment."

The voice in the phone continued.

"I will provide you with a plan and everything you need to include this plan. All you have to do is implement this plan. Trust me, Mr. Zalhard, after this plan, you will become a hero for everyone. ."

"………………………"

Hearing this, Zalhard was silent for a moment.

"So, what can you get out of it?"

"Of course it is peace. I am the messenger of peace and the guardian of freedom. Therefore, in order to protect the earth and protect mankind, I want to eliminate the enemies of freedom, peace and justice. Isn't it right?"

"Hahahaha, peace messenger, well, I like you peace messenger!"

Having said this, Zalhad laughed loudly. He stretched out his hand, took out a pendant from his arms and opened it, glanced at the photo in the pendant, and then gritted his teeth.

"Tell me about your plan."

Fang Zheng hung up his personal terminal and looked at the computer screen in front of him, his mouth slightly cocked, revealing a smile.

So far, everything is going well, now we will see the results. If it can be successful, it will be the biggest gain for Founder.

What is the black organization?

A gadget hidden in a dark corner that dared not see people would kill a few politicians and other people and blow up a few buildings.

That's it?

Are you also worthy of being an evil dark organization?

Now I will let you see who is the real dark organization. FBI? CIA? MI6? That's it?

Lao Tzu's goal is the entire United States!

Fang Zheng wanted to see, after the implementation of this plan, he and the black organization, which party is the real ultimate boss in this world!

It's a pity that Conan is a Japanese after all, and his scope of activities is only in Japan, not even in East Asia. So this time his own plan is completely impossible for him to detect and destroy.

The only problem next is...time.

For Founder, this is a problem.

But for Zalhard, this is not a problem.

In other words, everything went smoothly.

That person prepared everything for them, a brand-new passport, a brand-new identity, the best weapon, everything, including activity funds, road maps and plans.

The thought of that plan made Zalhard also excited.

In fact, even when he set foot on American soil, Zalhard couldn't even believe that all this was true. He had originally worried that all this was a trap, but the fact is that everyone entered the country safely, and the customs did not notice any abnormality.

However, standing in the bustling waiting hall and looking at the crowd in front of him, Zalhard couldn't help but lose his mind. This reminded him of the dilapidated airport in his hometown. In contrast, it was like another world. At this moment, suddenly, Zalhard felt a small impact. He lowered his head and saw a little blond girl rubbing her nose, looking at him embarrassedly.

"sorry sir."

"It's ok."

Looking at the little girl in front of him, Zalhard showed a smile, watching the girl rushing away, happily holding her mother's hand out of the waiting hall, Zalhard smiled slightly.

This girl reminded him of his daughters, who are so cute, so innocent, and so beautiful. However, she was killed by an American bomb in the hospital, with no bones left.

Thinking of this, a cold color flashed across Zalhard's face.

That man was right, this is not a war, and now, he wants to make this a war. A real, reciprocal war!

Only when they suffer the same pain as themselves, this is called war!

"Jingle Bell."

The phone rang, Zalhard picked up the phone, and soon the soft voice appeared again.

"Hello, Mr. Zalhard."

"Hello, is there anything else? Mr. Peacemaker?"

"Nothing, just want you to take a good look at this city."

"?"

"Look, New York. What a beautiful city, isn't it? Mr. Zalhard, you once had the opportunity to build a city as beautiful as it. Unfortunately, you can't do it, but at least you can pull this vampire. Lower its altar and let it turn to ashes in the sunshine."

"...This is exactly what we want to do!"

Saying this, Zalhard clenched his fists.

"Very good, then fight for the common goal."

"Yes."

Zalhard hung up the phone and took a deep breath, looking at the beautiful New York shining in the sun.

"This is a war."

And this war has just begun.

One by one, they walked out of the airport, with unwavering faith, they went to the battlefield where they were going. While Zalhard was listening to other people's reports, he looked at the plan in front of him.

"First of all, we have to take a plane to our destination. New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Philadelphia, Houston, San Francisco-all major cities in the United States are our goals. I have booked a ticket and acted strictly according to the timetable. It must be ensured that all flights arrive at the destination at the same time."

"Then we have to obtain the weapons we need."

"Hey, sir?"

Seeing the man wearing a gas mask coming out of the bathroom, the stewardess was stunned. However, before she could say anything, she saw the other party took out a gas canister from her arms and opened it. Soon, it was filled with poisonous smoke. It spread rapidly, flooding the entire cabin, and the man wearing a gas mask quickly took out a mini-bomb and directly blasted the door of the cockpit, then picked up a pistol and launched an attack on the two pilots.

Then he threw the driver's body aside, maneuvering the plane by himself, and flew forward.

"...After all, taking off and landing is the most difficult thing for a plane. Changing directions in the middle, but anyone who is not a monkey should be able to learn."

The howling plane cut through the sky and flew straight forward. Everyone looked at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, completely speechless.

Then, the fire broke out.

Twin Towers, Federal Bank Building, Sears Tower, Chase Building, Philadelphia City Hall, Transamerica Pyramid.

They were once the pride and symbol of this country, and they represent the supreme glory and achievements of this country. But now, they have completely collapsed, wailing and turning to ashes in the dust and fireworks.

People screamed and ran, no one knew what was going on, they just watched all this dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. For them, the false soap bubble of peace was completely broken at this moment, replaced by unparalleled panic and despair.

"God, God, what happened!"

Zalhard watched an old man stumbled over from the other side of the street. Her eyes were red and she kept crying.

"Are you okay."

"Oh, I'm okay, thank you, young man. My God, why did this happen, what did we do wrong..."

Looking at the old man hiding his face and weeping, Zalhard was silent.

What did you do wrong?

Don't you even understand this?

However, you do not need to understand.

Just as we don’t need to understand, we don’t know what we’ve done wrong that will lead to the terrible disasters you brought.

What did we do wrong that caused you to invade our country, kill our people, and destroy our city?

There is no answer, and in fact no answer is needed.

"Start the second move."

Looking at the street or panic, UU reading www.uukanshu.com or the crying crowd, Zalhard picked up the phone and coldly gave the next order.

"boom!!!"

The explosion sounded again, but this time it was the substations in various cities that were attacked. Their equipment was powerless in the face of explosives. Soon, the entire city's power grid was completely paralyzed, and it was pitch black everywhere, and the power system on which people depended was completely destroyed.

The communication facilities were destroyed, everyone was unable to contact, everything seemed to be caught in a boundless disaster and nightmare. People screamed, cried, weeping for this hell-like scene. Many of them have never seen such a scene in their entire life, but for Zalhard, he has not only seen such a scene, but also his daily routine.

Now it is your turn to enjoy this "daily life".

Seeing New York panic before him, Zalhard raised his hands high.

Come on, America, continue our war!

(End of this chapter)