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Within 10 minutes of the harpy party releasing the threat, no one could contact Mr. 7.The entire star defense department has been blown up. In the vast open office, there are so many screens that almost touch the zenith. Data analysis experts from all over the world are working together, trying to find the terrorists within 10 minutes.Everyone was shouting at the top of their voices, otherwise they couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

When they couldn't contact Mr. 7 anyway, Ms. Colemon, the acting secretary-general of the Star Defense Department, contacted Mr. 11 who was still rushing to Rhea on her own initiative. After she described the predicament, Mr. 11 said indifferently: "I don't think it's a wise decision to contact me at this time, ma'am." Then cut off the communication.

"Unbelievable!" condemned Lady Colemont, gnashing her teeth.

"Maybe those harbibies are right...the numbers and masterminds can't really care about the planet at all!" her assistant whispered with horror.Not in the mood to refute the idea, Ms Colemont stormed into the open office for a last-ditch attempt with the experts.

Everyone who can sit in the core office of the star defense department has seen storms and will not be confused in front of such a kidnapping case.However, just as everyone was working nervously and orderly, a sense of strangeness enveloped the entire hall.Their terminal screens became fuzzy and jittery, with snowflake-like interference patterns appearing.Many people rudely slapped their terminals and yelled "what's going on!" Others noticed that their smart glasses, pens, and even coffee machines, all smart devices could not be used normally.

Someone said: "It's nuclear magnetic interference!" "Can you detect the source of the interference? Was it done by the Habib Party!" "Yes! The source of the interference comes from... the 9S200 satellite?"

They looked at each other.That is the moon belonging to Rhea.

Time passed by like this.A few minutes later, the nuclear magnetic disturbance ended, and on the small podium used to announce important matters in the office hall, Mr. Watson's miserable three-dimensional image became clear again.During this time Mr. Watson awoke, and again wept miserably.

The white numbers counted down to 5 minutes, and quickly changed to 4 minutes.Unspeakable despair appeared on the faces of the staff. They were still working, but they all knew in their hearts that too much time was wasted. At this time, they could only hope for a miracle to save the hostages.

Next to the live broadcast room, Tazito was watching the movements of the rebels.Now there were more people in the room again, the guards with guns were still there, and several rebel cadres also gathered here.At the table, Alexander, the leader who had just usurped the throne, was smoking a cigarette nonchalantly and playing a card game with Karl.The other four seemed very anxious, either paying attention to the time or the terminal messages.

When the countdown reached the last minute, one of the cadres couldn't take it anymore and called the leader's name in a low voice: "Alexander."

Alexander responded with a casual grunt, and Carl watched the game on the terminal, ignoring the anxiety of the others.

"Alexander, I don't understand what you are thinking." The cadre said unbearably, "You make such a request to Rhea, they are impossible to agree. Then we have to execute the hostages. I don't know what to do except anger What's the point of them! As long as there is a small breakthrough, our people can retreat, why do you ask them to open the defense line of the entire planet!" He sounded quite annoyed, and he stood up and paced back and forth as he spoke.

Alexander looked away from the game, staring at Casillas, his right hand, with piercing eyes, not angry at his annoyance.He said in a chillingly gentle tone: "My father has been preparing for this battle for 12 years, or even more. This battle is not fought to escape. Even if he wants to escape, I will be the first to stand. Come out and stop it, in fact I did the same."

Casillas: "So we have to sacrifice needlessly!"

Alexander: "The first request is not for them to agree. This is a psychological warfare, my Caesillas, you just watch the show in peace."

At this moment, someone knocked eagerly on the door. Alexander made a gesture to open the door, and the door opened automatically. A communications officer walked in quickly regardless of politeness, and said nervously as he walked: "We have received contact from the enemy. Already!"

Alexander put down the terminal: "Oh? What kind of contact?"

The communications officer took out a terminal with a miniature projector: "Global broadcast video!"

The countdown ran to the last second and returned to zero.The miniature projector at the terminal projected Mr. 7's holographic image into the air.Alexander looked at their enemy and chuckled pretending to be relaxed: "I have heard that he is a handsome man." No one was in the mood to respond to him.

Unlike usual, Mr. 7 changed out of his frivolous light-colored suit, and his whole body was black.His features were also more serious than usual, the part commonly called the beauty's jaw tightened.The video was broadcast live throughout the planet.The lobby of the Star Defense Department was also rare and quiet at this time. Everyone stopped their work and looked at his holographic image with an expression of surprise.

"To the Habib Party, I reject your request." Mr. 7 said succinctly, "There is no room for negotiation of conditions."

"One and a half hours ago, you took a hostage. Not far from where the hostage disappeared, we found traces of the supersonic nuclear-powered spaceship starting. direction."

When Mr. 7 mentioned the hostage, Mr. 11, who was still going to Rhea, turned extremely ugly, and broke the electronic pen in his hand.At the same time, in the room of the rebels, everyone looked at Tazito.Tazito, who became the target of public criticism, took a deep breath and cursed Mr. Seven in his heart.

Casillas walked towards Tazito angrily: "You really colluded with the military." Turning around, he accused Karl, "I said that this man is useless, and now he is biting us back! I think we should kill him now. !” Then he took out his gun.

Carl said: "The number in Rhea is not only Mr. 7, we must also guard against Mr. 11." At the same time, the guard guarding Tazito reversed his gun and pointed it at Casillas.Casillas stared at them in surprise, not believing that they dared to do this.

Alexander said, "Put the gun away."

Mr. 7 in the live broadcast is still going on.Casillas stood in a stalemate with them for a while, and put away his gun listlessly.Tazito's body was tense, not daring to relax at all.

Mr. 7: "The moment the hostages lost contact, we activated the area blockade. In the past one and a half hours, no alarm has sounded in this blockade area of ​​[-] square kilometers, so your action range has been reduced to [-] square kilometers. Within a square kilometer. The next thing will be very easy. We have released a kind of nuclear magnetic interference through satellites, covering an area of ​​two thousand square kilometers. Since you are using signal jammers, when a large-scale nuclear magnetic Disturbance impenetrable phenomenon," he raised his index finger, "you have been found."

"You are in a medium-sized interstellar warship, 3000 kilometers above the ground. Our warship has surrounded you. Within 10 minutes, a drone will go to the entrance of your spaceship. Send Mr. Watson back to us intact Hands, you will get a fair trial. Over."

Mr. 7 cut off the live broadcast, and his figure disappeared into the air.There was silence in the room.Casillas looked at Alexander with horror: "Do you still think you can win this psychological warfare?"

Alexander's expression was not as relaxed as before.He stood up with obvious annoyance, and walked quickly to the door, gesturing to open it as he went.The automatic door opened when he walked in front of him. He stepped on the threshold and pointed back at another hostage other than Tazito: "Take that woman to the live broadcast room."

The female hostage who had been silent all this time flinched.

Carl asked: "Where is Mr. Watson?"

Alexander said grimly, "He's useless to us." He was about to leave when he turned his head and looked at Tazito thoughtfully.He slowly raised his hand, touched his left eye, and pointed to Tazito, "his left eye." He said, "destroy his left eye, so as not to cause complications. In this battle, the winner will It's us." After saying that, he quickly left the room.