Chapter 65 Ying Jiang is furious! I am the organization; I order you to spread the news to the death! (2-in-1)
The formation of a true 'Great Wall Watcher' organization was not Lu Ze's whim.
But when he told Daxia that he belonged to an organization, he had an accurate idea.
‘This organization is just a means to hide my true identity. ’ This is the most important point in Lu Ze’s heart.
After possessing the changing mask and the ultra-miniature voice changer, and using these two technological items together, he can completely change his identity a day, and any tracking and reconnaissance methods will be ineffective, even with the naked eye.
Therefore, today he can be the leader behind the Great Wall Watch Organization, and tomorrow he will be the first CEO of the Great Wall Watch. He can be a messenger, or he can be a high-ranking figure.
Lu Ze can even transform into any other character that exists in his memory, but this will be very risky. After all, even if the voice and appearance are exactly the same, other people's demeanor and language movements are not so easy to imitate and are extremely easy to reveal. flaw.
In a strict sense, he is the entire Great Wall Watcher organization!
In Daxia's eyes, this mysterious organization has a strict structure and has countless capable people, but in fact, it may be that all of them are 'roles' played by Lu Ze.
'As for the others, it doesn't matter at all. ’
‘As long as my true identity is not discovered, that’s enough. ’ Lu Ze continued to think in his heart.
Do the members recruited by this organization have any effect? And he didn't care at all whether it really worked.
These people were just a cover-up for him to copy technology, making it clear that all this was done by the 'Great Wall Watcher' organization hidden behind the scenes of Yingjiang, and had nothing to do with LLNL's extremely ordinary D-class employee Lu Ze.
This is the real purpose of this organization. These members are just vase decorations placed there. They don't even have to do anything and don't know any secrets, but they can attract a lot of hatred for him.
Unless, this 'Great Wall Watcher' organization can really become a super organization hidden behind the scenes of Eagle Sauce in the future.
That will be Lu Ze's second development direction for the organization, which is to turn the world dominated by the West upside down. If he doesn't get this system and just copy some technological items to get achievement points, wouldn't it be too boring?
Yingjiang and the Western World have been the boss for too long. The entire third-party world has had enough of their exploitation. Now it is time to replace them.
"Now, go over and look for the target I chose." Lu Ze stood up and murmured in a low voice.
Slowly walked out of the confines of the LLNL laboratory, and put on the changing mask and voice changer in a secluded and quiet corner of the forest.
Lu Ze, who was originally in his early twenties, has now turned into a middle-aged white man in his forties. Even his pupils have turned a faint blue, and he has even changed his clothes. It seems that he is now a genuine man. The old white man even spoke with a strong southern accent.
This 'new' Lu Ze walked slowly along the path.
He has already found the target candidate, and they are two people at the same time.
It was the two ruthless men from Texas that I accidentally discovered in the square of the small town of Livermore.
One is fat, the other is thin, one is white and the other is black, there is simply no more suitable candidate than them.
at the same time.
As the highest center of Yingjiang's military power, inside the Wujiao Building.
Waves of thunderous sounds came from the office of the Asia-Pacific Security Affairs Director.
"What's going on? What happened?" A bald white man in his fifties pointed at a person next to him and cursed: "I want to know why the newly disclosed J-20 in Daxia has the same appearance as our F22 fighter So similar? ”
He pointed to the two pictures of J-20 fighter jets in the report, and his whole face turned red: "There is a ghost in the house, do you know?"
"Director Charles, we have to be careful in our words and deeds." The subordinate quickly persuaded: "It's just that the aerodynamic layout is similar to the fuselage. It shouldn't be due to data leakage."
There is no appearance copyright for fighter jets. Could it be that you, Yingjiang, can use it, but others like Daxia can’t? Not to mention that the similarity is very high, even if others copy and imitate 1:1, you can't deal with it.
He added: "And this involves Lockheed Martin and Boeing."
"At this stage, this matter absolutely cannot be expanded."
As an assistant, he naturally had to help analyze the stakes of this matter immediately.
The most critical reason here is that your supervisor, Charles, said that there is an insider inside. Who is this insider?
The F22 fighter jet is jointly developed by Lockheed Martin, currently the largest military-industrial complex in Eagle, as the main contractor, and Boeing, the largest aviation giant.
Are you going to investigate these two companies? Then, Charles, do you look down too hard on this behemoth military-industrial complex that provides more than half of the funds to election candidates and parties every time?
Even all the defense-related parliamentary seats are provided by other major military-industrial complexes such as Lockheed Martin and Thor.
Now that Lockheed Martin has strongly proposed to dismantle the F22 production line several times, at this critical moment when Congress is about to pass this proposal, are you still going to cause some trouble for others?
What if the F22 production line, which loses billions of dollars every year, cannot be dismantled? If the F35 project, which can bring tens of billions of dollars in profits every year, is shelved, do you know how many people's interests are involved? Even the people on Wall Street are participating here.
Director Charles and him should not take any transportation in the future. We might accidentally get shot by a gangster while walking.
"I was really excited just now." Charles Brown sat back on his office chair.
"At present, they are just releasing photos. In fact, this may be Daxia's bluff."
The assistant's meaning was very clear. This matter must be handled coldly. Just two photos that were not known to be true or false could not decide anything at all.
Even if they really want to cause trouble with Lockheed Martin, it will definitely not be made now, let alone by their Asia-Pacific Security Affairs Office.
"I understand." Charles Brown nodded: "Submit this matter as an 'undetermined routine security matter'."
They Yingjiang often come up with some PPT reports to scare people. It is normal for Daxia to also use this method.
However, he was slightly worried in his heart.
Is this really just Daxia's bluff? Why does he feel like this is more like a 'declaration of war'?
Now only the aerodynamic layout and the fuselage are similar, will all technologies be completely similar in the future? Is it too late to wait until then to react?
Can even the F35, a multi-functional fighter jet, really be able to meet the future needs of the Air Force?
'The damn military-industrial complex will do anything for profit. ’ Charles Brown cursed inwardly.
But what can be done?
Even after he retires, he will still have to work as a senior executive in a military-industrial complex company for retirement.
In this busy day in the world.
In the distant Middle East, boxes of tightly packed items are being transported intensively in the underground passages in southern Gaza.
"Adaner, what are these things? Who customized the goods?" A transportation staff asked curiously.
Adaner shook his head: "I don't know, but it definitely doesn't look like it's for food." They had transported various items before, whether it was food such as fried chicken, cola, etc., or ordinary clothes, mobile phones, Even weapons and ammunition can be secretly transported into the Gaza Strip from the tunnels.
But the thing to be transported this time had only a simple number marked 732 written on it, which he had never seen before.
"Stop talking, we are going to the ground soon." The leader, a man in his thirties, yelled.
Suddenly, everyone's face showed a trace of seriousness, but no one felt nervous.
In Gaza, the tunnels are safe, but the ground is the most dangerous.
They may encounter air attacks from Israel at any time, especially the tunnel exits, which are key targets.
Companions die every day because of this. This has become a common thing, and most Palestinians have even felt numb.
Following them, a reporter from Al Jazeera was tracking and filming.
As the most authoritative media outlet in the Arab world, he planned to shoot a story about the difficulties of life in Gaza after being completely blocked by Israel.
Just as they stepped out of the ground.
Suddenly, objects with bright tail flames in the sky crashed down with violent whistling sounds.
This was an air strike from Israel outside the wall. They should have discovered this tunnel for transporting supplies.
"Lie down and find cover!" one person shouted.
Almost instinctively, everyone hugged the boxes in their hands and quickly hid in the ruined buildings. This was a muscle memory that had been experienced hundreds of thousands of times.
They only knew that the cargo transported this time was very important, and even if they sacrificed their own lives as a cover, they had to transport it back intact.
'boom! boom! ’
The sound of the explosion filled the ears, and the raised soil buried each living person in the ruins. Their noses and mouths were all filled with dust.
A minute later, this round of attacks was over.
"Adan'er and Abbas, are you all alive?" the leading man shouted.
"I'm fine. Are you injured?" Adaner checked his body and found only some minor scratches.
"I'm fine, my thigh was just scratched by shrapnel." The companion next to him said without changing his expression, turning a blind eye to the blood flowing all the time in his thigh.
You are extremely lucky to be alive.
The explosion site was more than fifty meters away from them, the materials were not damaged, and all transport personnel only suffered minor injuries.
However, just when everyone felt as lucky as the rest of their lives.
They obviously forgot that there was a reporter filming behind them, and the location of the attack happened to be nearby.
One can imagine.
"Mr. Farris, are you okay?" A soft female voice sounded in shock.
However, her call has not received any reply.
Not even a single moan or cry of pain was heard.
Everyone's heart felt like sinking into an ice cave.
"Hurry and look for him. He should still be alive."
They are very aware of the importance of war reporters to Gaza. Even if they can spread a little bit of the horrors of Gaza to the world, the Palestinian people will have a glimmer of hope.
This is why they are willing to accept Al Jazeera's filming and recording process.
Finally, after five minutes of searching, the reporter named ‘Faris’ was found in a collapsed ruin.
"We'll take you to the hospital right away, Mr. Farris, just hold on." Adair said quickly as he approached.
"It's too late." Farris seemed to have spent the last of his energy even blinking.
His breathing was very weak at this moment, and the blood he coughed up spilled out of the corners of his mouth and neck. Several shrapnels in his body penetrated his kidneys and abdominal cavity, and large amounts of blood flowed on the ground.
Faris knew his situation well. He could not survive to the hospital because the pieces of shrapnel had completely shattered his internal organs.
He should have died instantly when he was attacked, but he still had one final mission to complete.
"Please help me," Farris said in an extremely weak voice, like a mosquito.
"Mr. Farris, you said..." The female reporter, who had the 'CNGT' symbol printed on her clothes, shed tears and tried to listen closely.
She is Ye Ying, the new Palestinian reporter of Daxia CNGT TV station.
I have been following Faris recently to learn various interview and shooting tasks, but I did not expect to encounter such a disaster.
"I hope you must send this report back to Al Jazeera and your CNGT TV station in China, so that the world can see the tragic situation in Gaza." Faris spent all his energy to finish this last sentence and closed his eyes.
Until the moment of his death, the word 'PRESS' was written on his helmet and vest.
But this is Gaza, and the enemy they face is Israel, which does not care about international rules.
The attack just now was not a deflection, but the main purpose was to kill Faris.
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