Chapter 332: The main culprit seems to have not been dealt with yet (6389)
"Who gave you permission to open fire? You can expect to be court-martialed!"
Andrew Cuomo snatched the walkie-talkie from the hands of NYNG Commander Major General Raymond Shields, his heart pounding.
The bald Major General Raymond Shields was even more confused, with his eyes wide open. Only then did he suddenly realize why these three guys had volunteered to carry out this mission.
Andrew Cuomo now deeply regrets agreeing to "their" request to send the National Guard to the scene to impose martial law.
"They" actually infiltrated the National Guard to this extent!
He knew that his career was over.
The Cuomo family’s two generations of rule over New York will end in his hands!
"Mr. Governor, NYNG-AR-706 launching missiles at the UN is an act of treason."
"AR-706 still had four Hellfire missiles unfired. Based on the principle of self-defense and to avoid further casualties, AR-703 and 705 decided to shoot them down, which is in accordance with the ROE (Rules of Engagement) regulations."
The calm voice of the AR-703 driver came from the walkie-talkie, and to Como, there seemed to be a hint of arrogance and ridicule in the voice.
"What the hell!!!!" Cuomo slammed the walkie-talkie to the ground.
"Poor Dylan."
Seeing the fireball blooming a few hundred meters away, the driver of the Apache numbered NYNG-AR-703 sighed, but there was not much sympathy in his tone.
"Have some mercy on those kids, Herman. We are all accomplices, accomplices! Oy vey~ We will all be brought to justice!"
The pained voice of another AH-64 Apache pilot came over the radio.
"Come on, Field." The pilot named Herman snorted. "Dylan Anderson launched missiles at the UN. We just saved the country in an emergency. We are heroes of Miami."
"May God forgive us..." Field was silent for a moment, looking at the chaotic crowd below, muttering to himself.
The two helicopters circled in the sky for a few more rounds, and the smoke in the square slowly dissipated. From the sky, one could see that there was nothing left on the ground except two large craters caused by the missiles.
"NYNG-AR-703 and NYNG-AR-705 have been confirmed on site. Are they returning? Are they returning?" Herman asked his superior through the secret communication channel.
Before his upline could reply, Herman heard Field's voice in the channel.
"Herman, something seems... wrong..."
Wrong? What's wrong? Herman glanced down again. Indeed, there were only two large holes. Nothing seemed wrong.
"The eight light screens are still there!" Field exclaimed.
Oh, right, the light curtain.
The light curtain is still there! ?
Herman took a closer look and all his muscles tensed up.
It’s really still there!
It is the same now as it was just now!
Where did the ASF put the projection equipment?
The high-explosive warhead of the Hellfire missile can produce an explosion with a TNT equivalent of 10 kilograms. In this open urban terrain, the killing radius is at least 20 meters. Even the bulletproof curtain wall of the UN's main gate was affected. How could the holographic projection equipment not be damaged?
Where on earth had he put the equipment?
At this moment, he heard a strange yet familiar voice coming from the headphones on his head, and the figure of ASF seemed to appear on the light screen in front of him again.
When the ASF appeared above the light curtain, even though they were six or seven hundred meters in the air, they seemed to be able to hear the shouts of the people below.
"ASF, As Justice Force!"
"ASF, As Justice Force!"
…
At this moment, they also saw and heard the ASF pointing its finger toward the sky and the words spoken by this mysterious person.
"You really are a bunch of scum. If that's the case, then go die!"
On the ground, everyone saw that the two helicopters that had just launched missiles at their companions were flying towards each other quickly.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Herman and Field screamed in terror and pulled the joystick desperately, but the control system of the plane seemed to have completely failed and rushed straight towards each other!
The two Apaches collided without any avoidance at an altitude of six or seven hundred meters above the East River!
"boom!"
A violent explosion sounded, and a fireball exploded above the East River!
The reason why the last explosion caused casualties among the onlookers was that the downed helicopter was about to escape and had already flown outside the martial law area. Coupled with the splash effect of the explosion, the casualties were naturally not small.
However, this time the explosion occurred over the Ister River, just east of the UN Square, and the blocks to the west had already been cleared by the National Guard. Although this explosion was more violent than the previous one, no debris fell among the crowd.
But the crowds standing closer could still feel the heat and shock waves coming towards them.
In addition to the fuel explosion in the helicopter itself, the explosion also detonated 14 Hellfire missiles carried by the two aircraft, equivalent to 140 kilograms of TNT.
“OMG!”
"ASF! Well done!"
“We need the truth!”
"You're a superhero!"
"We shouldn't kill them so quickly! We should put them on trial! Let everyone see their true colors!"
…
Obama held the microphone and watched the images on TV. Seeing that ASF and the group of children were still alive, he felt relieved at first, but then his heart sank again.
It is indeed a good thing that ASF did not die and the child did not die, but this may not be the case for Miami.
But no matter what, I don't have to face such a difficult choice like the trolley problem.
"From your Upper East Side apartment, you can see what's happening, right? Sir Grispan," Obama said sarcastically. "Your poor decisions have ruined 'your' future."
"Congratulations, you sinner from 'your group'. Oh, can we also call you the modern-day Bar Kochba?"
Bar Kokhba was the leader of "them" who launched a foolish rebellion against the Roman Empire nearly two thousand years ago. It was his foolishness that completely led to "them" being scattered across the Yuya Continent for a thousand years.
For two thousand years, Bar Kokhba had always had a very negative image within "their" nation and was called a "sinner."
But in the past few decades, with the awakening of “their” national consciousness, many young groups have begun to whitewash Bar Kokhba, treating him as “their” national hero.
Obama was once a law professor at Gotham University and served as editor-in-chief of the school magazine, Harvard Law Review, and is familiar with all kinds of anecdotes.
But in the eyes of Grispan's generation, Bar Kokhba is still a stupid and reckless "sinner".
Grispan was wheezing like an old bellows, and it was clear that Obama's comparison to Bar Kokhba had truly touched the ninety-year-old monster's deepest fear.
After catching his breath for a long time, Grispan's voice finally came through the phone: "Hey, 'we' will not perish, let alone fail! This is not the most difficult situation 'we' have faced in thousands of years! 'We' are God's chosen people. People like you will never understand our greatness!"
"Do you really think we'll lose? Even if the evidence still exists, what good will it do? If that stupid ASF hadn't killed those two pilots and obtained their testimony, it might have caused us some trouble. But now they're dead. Fufufu, the ASF really did us a big favor."
"All the evidence now is presented by that inexplicable and damnable light screen in the sky."
"ASF is stupid, and the public is even more stupid than the ASF. With the strength the ASF has displayed, they seem to be more in line with the conspiracy theory protagonist setting than 'us'. Whew."
"All of this was staged by the vicious anti-Qiukongbu organization ASF, just to frame 'us'. Do you think anyone would believe it?"
"Are you still determined to risk the division of Mai Nation by cutting ties with 'us', Your Excellency the Grand Commander?"
"I'm already ninety years old. I'm exhausted from talking so much. I don't want to communicate with someone as low-minded as you anymore. I'm going to take a nap."
"When I wake up, the world will be the same as before."
"Goodbye, Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, huhuhuhu."
Obama listened to Grisham's vicious curses on the phone with an expressionless face, and the muscles on his face twitched occasionally.
After the other party hung up the phone, Obama still had no expression. After half a minute, Obama suddenly smiled.
This old guy who has been scheming and plotting all his life is finally scared now.
——
The smoke in the sky cleared, and the face of ASF appeared again on the light curtain.
"I saw some comments on Facebook saying they should be kept alive to testify against Mossad."
The ASF on the light screen let out a low laugh.
"You still don't understand what I said before."
"I don't need you to believe who is behind this. I am just executing my own justice."
"Whether you believe it or not, whether the law can convict Yisril and these scumbags, has nothing to do with me. I'm just doing what I should do as a human being."
"No matter how much evidence there is, there will always be people trying to muddy the waters and whitewash the evidence, and a significant number of people with low cognitive abilities will believe these whitewashes."
"I can even imagine that some idiots have already started fabricating stories on Facebook, Twitter, and in the news media, claiming that the ASF is deliberately framing 'them'. They might even accuse the ASF of staging a self-produced drama, claiming that the ASF, with its powerful technical capabilities, is the mastermind behind this."
"But none of this matters to me, because I don't care what you think of 'them' or your 'approval'."
"I don't care if you are incited."
"I just let you watch how I punish these bastards!"
"Their actions have far exceeded my tolerance for human evil. Therefore, I must punish them and let everyone know so that they will be hesitant to commit similar evil deeds again. It's that simple."
"There are also some self-important people who questioned me on Facebook about what authority I had to punish them."
“To these people, my answer is.”
"Because I want to, and I can." (This sentence is very touching when it is translated into English)
"Now, the whole play is almost over. The ending was interrupted for a while by the farce directed by Mossad, but the impact was not great."
"There's no way 'they' will escape this destined punishment."
In the sky, the light screen changed, and the perspective switched back to Great St. James Island.
St. James is in the same time zone as Manhattan, but due to the latitude, it was completely dark at this time. However, everyone could still clearly see in the light curtain that Ghislaine and Abstern were tightly tied with two ropes.
There was blood at the corner of Ghislaine's mouth, and it was obvious that he had just been injured.
The mysterious photographer picked up Ghislaine Maxwell and Albert Stern and threw them into the fountain pool under construction on the island.
The fountain is not big and is located not far from the door of that devilish operating room.
The mysterious man found two red barrels over one meter high from somewhere, carried one in each hand, came to the fountain pool, unscrewed the four lids on the two barrels, and poured all the liquid in them into the fountain pool.
Most adults in Miami who were watching the screen or live broadcast recognized it immediately.
gasoline!
That's two standard 52-gallon (200-liter) oil drums!
In addition to an oil outlet, each barrel also has an air inlet to facilitate pouring out gasoline.
"What are you going to do? No! No! You can tell me anything you want to know. I can be a tainted witness! I can testify against anyone you ask me to!"
Abstein and Ghislain were terrified, and the strong smell of gasoline made them pee their pants.
Fang Yu took a look through the eyes of T800 and thought, well, this little impurity will not affect combustion.
"Our contact person in Mossad is 'Kasa', who is now Ronan Carlberg, the third person in Mossad..."
"...Also, if you're interested in the Crichtons' affairs, I can tell you! Before, they..."
"...No, no, no, please don't. I know many important secrets, such as..."
…
The audience watching the live broadcast were simply numb, it was so fucking exciting.
All kinds of secrets of big figures kept coming out of Absterne and Ghislain's mouths, but the mysterious man seemed not to hear them and continued to pour gasoline into the fountain steadily.
"No, don't kill me!!!" Abstein and Ghislain burst into tears. They had no idea why this mysterious man did this.
Apart from Mossad, anyone who kidnapped them would try every possible means to save their lives. The secrets in their hearts are of such great value that they are a treasure that cannot be ignored by any force.
But this mysterious man in black ignored everything they said and just poured gasoline wholeheartedly. This nonchalant attitude made them collapse several times in a short period of time.
"Don't kill me, really don't kill me. You misunderstood. I'm not the mastermind. Jeffrey asked me to do everything. I'm just a poor woman who fell in love."
Ghislain burst into tears and looked at T800 pitifully.
Hearing what Ghislaine said, Abstein was shocked and angry. He was originally thinking about how to put the blame on Ghislaine, but he didn't expect that the other party had taken the lead.
"Don't believe her! This woman is the mastermind. She was the one who recruited me into Mossad! In fact, I was her subordinate... It wasn't me..."
Hearing the two men arguing, T800 said in a low voice: "Haha, now that I know your code names, I know more."
"None of you is innocent."
After hearing what T800 said, Absterne and Ghislain cried out in despair: "I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have helped them do such a thing!"
T800's red eyes flickered: "You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."
After hearing this, Absterne and Ghislain became even more desperate, but Fang Yu was shocked.
He was too lazy to pay attention to these two scumbags. He used the Eselon Core to make the small orange model in T800's body automatically reply with this sentence.
Isn’t this answer too awesome?
Huh? Did the Orange model use virtual divination to answer this question?
Divination?
Somehow, Fang Yu felt as if a certain king's luck had been taken away.
Two large barrels of 400 liters of gasoline were poured into the fountain pool, but they were only two or three centimeters deep.
T800 stood up, turned around, and walked a little further away. As he walked, he said, "God has revealed that at the end of the world, the devil will be thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone and burned to ashes forever."
"Go to hell."
After saying that, T800 waved his hand and threw out a ball of fire.
——
Grispan stood in front of the window, looking at the huge light screen several kilometers away. When he saw the mysterious man say the last sentence, he felt as if struck by lightning. His heart twitched involuntarily, his skinny body swayed twice, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.
He himself is a master at manipulating people's hearts. When I heard ASF say that they didn't care whether others believed it was "they" who did it, I knew it was not good.
This is how human hearts are. I don’t care whether you believe it or not, but you will be more inclined to believe it.
And now, this mysterious man on Great St. James Island has dealt with Abstein and Ghislaine in such a symbolic way that it just hits the focus of most white people in the country.
In other words, this mysterious man used this method to make these white people completely stand against "them" from the bottom of their hearts!
And these people are the real backbone of Mai Country!
Even if these people were dissatisfied with "them" before, it was not to the extent of being extremely dissatisfied. Under the moral coercion of "them", it was even more impossible for them to express their dissatisfaction with "them" publicly.
But now, everything is different.
He seemed to have seen on the light curtain hanging high in the sky that the network of public opinion for moral kidnapping that they had painstakingly woven had been torn to pieces!
What will the future be like?
Grispan felt his heart twitching more and more violently. He covered his chest in pain and wanted to call a nurse, but then he remembered that he had already sent the nurse downstairs to keep it secret.
"Annie..." Grispan tried to shout for help, but found that he couldn't shout at all.
Grispan could no longer hold on and collapsed on the carpet, opening and closing his mouth, but no sound came out.
——
As the flames in the light curtain went out, the camera turned back to the ASF.
It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and it was dawn even on the other side of the earth. I saw various notifications pop up on my phone, and eight out of ten were about this matter.
So, those who had some technical skills started looking for ways and began to watch live broadcasts.
"Okay, this show is basically over here. As for these children, you see, they are not with me, but with..."
The scene quickly faded and transformed, eventually becoming a modernly decorated... restaurant?
Or a buffet restaurant?
Dozens of children were feasting in the restaurant. Several of them looked so full that their stomachs were full, but they were still trying hard to stuff more food into their stomachs.
The person responsible for maintaining order was a little boy who looked to be about six or seven years old.
There is no mysterious ASF around.
When the camera zoomed out, the entire building came into view.
"Madison Library!"
"It's the Madison Building of the Library of Congress in DC! I've been here!"
——
Madison Library?
Obama jumped up from his chair.
"Order: DC National Guard! Secure the Madison Library immediately!"
"Order: With Foberle as the lead, the Secret Service and the NSA will jointly monitor Capitol Hill, maintain level one alert, and prevent any suspicious individuals from approaching these 71 children."
"Order: The White House Office must prepare temporary accommodation for 71 children within the White House by 10:00 PM."
"Order: HHS immediately dispatches five child psychologists and five professional medical examiners, who are on standby. All personnel records must be jointly reviewed by Forbo, the Secret Service, and the West Coast."
"Finally, inform Michelle to come with me to the Madison Library immediately. Don't prepare a special car. Prepare two buses. Michelle and I will each take one."
After issuing several orders, Obama looked at his watch and then at the TV, only to see ASF appear on the screen again.
"Today's show is over. Okay, citizens of New York, we have to say goodbye. I feel deeply sorry for the citizens who were injured or killed today because of Mossad's brutal behavior. I believe the Miami government will provide appropriate compensation to your families."
"Oh, by the way, thank you very much, President Obama, for withstanding the tremendous pressure and not succumbing to evil. We understand that most of the people on the list exerted pressure on you. Under such pressure, you did not lose your humanity and did not authorize the National Guard and Forboro to open fire without restraint. Frankly, this was somewhat unexpected to me."
Hearing ASF say this, Obama couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This ASF is putting itself on the fire.
It is conceivable that in order to save his life, he will have to fight to the death with these people on the list.
"goodbye."
After ASF on the light screen said his final goodbye, all the holographic projections in the sky disappeared.
it's over?
The audiences on the streets and in front of various screens seemed to be reluctant to leave.
Is it really just to punish these scumbags?
That’s not right. It seems that the main culprits, the Emanuel brothers, have not been dealt with yet.
——
Los Santos.
With a "crash" sound.
Ali Emmanuel turned around in horror and saw that it was his Maine Coon cat that knocked down one of the hanging baskets behind him. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
What should I do? What should I do?
There is no way to contact Ram and Zeko. Have they run away?
Or has it been controlled?
We must leave quickly!
Maybe in a few minutes, Foberle will come to your door.
It's good that Foberle came, just in case it was Mossad...
Ali Emmanuel quickly packed up his things and took a mobile hard drive with 10,000 bitcoins in it.
Afterwards, Ali Emmanuel quickly used tanning dye to darken his skin color, painted his lips thickly, and put on a hoodie, looking like a nerd from a distance.
Ali Emmanuel was busy when he heard another crash behind him.
He thought it was still the Maine Coon, so he didn't turn around and cursed, "Potter, get away from here!"
With a thud, a heavy object fell to the ground and hit his leg. At the same time, he heard a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Potter? Harry Potter? Do you want to try the Avada bite of the big melon?"
Ali Emmanuel's heart suddenly tightened and he turned around sharply.
A man covered in a black robe appeared behind him, and the heavy object that had just hit his leg was his younger brother Zeko Imanuel!
"ASF?" Ali Emmanuel's face turned pale.
"Who are you?"
Please give me a monthly ticket.
Look at my update time. I work so hard, why don’t you cast a few votes?
Bow down.
(End of this chapter)
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