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When the countdown ended, Mr. Watson's life extension device stopped working.When Alexander walked into the live broadcast room, Mr. Watson had already been lying there for a while in the form of a corpse.The camera has not been turned off, and Mr. Watson's heart stopped beating in front of people all over the world.

Riyadh under the rule of the Mastermind is too peaceful. It can be said that it has been several generations that people have not seen any real tragedy with their own eyes.This is not a movie or a series, it is something that is happening somewhere in the world, and the great rulers of numbers have allowed it to happen in their land.People were momentarily caught in panic and excessive shock.There are all kinds of radical comments on the Internet, and no one tells them what is right.

"A great life was forced to end because of your arrogance and arrogance. Mr. 7, you need to take responsibility for this." Under the mask, Alexander said in a solemn voice.

"That bastard!" Ms. Colemont, the acting secretary-general of the Star Defense Department, slammed the table and jumped up, "Where is our army? Haven't we invaded yet?"

It is really rare that the secretary-general of the Star Defense Department knows nothing about the battle situation.The intelligence agent called up the live video, and everyone saw that some fighter planes were approaching the entrance of the enemy spacecraft, and they were prying open the door to break in.As for other situations, even the Star Defense Department can't do anything here.

"No way, after all, there may be 'spies' among us, otherwise, how could Mr. Watson fall into their hands." An official said mockingly, "He is a machine, and his logic is much stricter than ours. He We are not needed at all."

"Secretary-General, public opinion monitoring shows that people's dissatisfaction is increasing. There are more and more people who believe that Mr. 7 should be responsible for Mr. Watson's death. Look at this." The assistant projected a dynamic bar graph into the air, Ms. Colemont stared anxiously at the growing bar graph, then turned her eyes to the open office.Not to mention the public, just in the office of the Star Defense Department, the faces of the hundreds of employees can see that this kind of thinking is by no means unique to individuals.

Long-suppressed dissatisfaction has been ignited by the excesses of a terrorist.It is not that people do not understand who the murderer who should be responsible for Mr. Watson is, but the public's grievances choose numbers as their outlet.

"It's a pity that the first cooperation was not reached," Alexander said. "Let's get straight to the point, Mr. 7, and tell your spaceships outside to stop invading us. If you don't stop within 30 seconds, we will cut off a finger of the next hostage. "

The screen lit up again for a 30-second countdown. This time, only a dozen seconds later, the countdown disappeared.Alexander said: "Very well, we can only negotiate terms if we are calm. If you continue to invade us, I don't know what I will do. If you want to do anything harmful to the hostages, I will It will be the one that hurts the most." He spread his arms, "You, everyone in front of the screen, I love every one of you. If it weren't for the misjudgment of the numbers..."

When he said this, someone suddenly broke into the live broadcast room.Alexander glanced back in surprise, people couldn't see his expression looking back, but every muscle of his was suppressing the anger of being disturbed in front of the camera.One of his men whispered something into Alexander's ear, and Alexander apparently forgave his intrusion.

"Oh! It turned out that our Mr. 7 asked to talk to me directly. Indeed, although we blocked the signal, we can still achieve instant communication through the spaceship so close to us." He turned to the camera: "I agree with you Please, Mr. 7. Let's just talk here, in front of everyone."

Don't promise him... Ms. Colemont warned softly.Immediately afterwards, Mr. 7's voice came out of the video: "Stop this performance immediately. You are destined not to win this duel."

Alexander laughed loudly: "A duel? Life is passing by in your hands, and you only care about winning or losing?"

Mr. 7 said unmoved: "With just a few hostages in hand, the probability of your escape from here is only 0.1%."

Alexander seemed quite surprised: "Can't I?"

Oops... Ms. Colemont sat down covering her forehead, and glanced at the dynamic graph of public opinion monitoring. Mr. 7 fell into the opponent's trap.This is a psychological warfare, every sentence is trying to separate the numbers and ordinary people. Mr. 7 may not have paid attention to public opinion monitoring, but all the data are moving in an unfavorable direction.Accumulated to a certain level, it will become the other party's capital to threaten him.

"The hostages in his hands are not those people!" Ms. Colemont exclaimed, "It's everyone's trust in you!"

Alexander raised his hand as a signal, and the camera turned to the other side of the room, where people saw a chair with a young woman tied up on it.The woman stared around in horror, shaking her head with tears in her eyes.People noticed that she was pregnant and her belly was already big.As soon as the camera turned to her, she desperately signed with her hands that could still move in a small range:

Please... let my... child... please... the child did nothing... nothing wrong...

She made sign language tremblingly while weeping bitterly silently.

Please, Mr. 7, help us...

The identity of the young woman was quickly identified and made public online.Unlike Mr. Watson, the second hostage was just an ordinary citizen.Kidnapped on the way to work this morning, an ordinary young woman at the bottom of society, the type of person who does not have enough money for vocal cord surgery but is still trying to survive.Her husband almost collapsed and sent a video online begging Mr. 7 to save his wife.Coincidentally, his husband is also a deaf-mute. The way he gritted his teeth and signed with tears touched the nerves of countless people.

Less than a minute after the video was posted, soldiers went to his home to understand the situation, and his last statement on the Internet said that he was under control, and they did not allow him to say more.This statement was deleted after half a minute, but caused an uproar.People are full of hostility and incomprehension to the actions of this politician who has been hiding in the dark and only dares to speak out but controls everything.

Alexander once again came into people's sight.He walked up to the young woman and propped his cane between his toes, like an out-and-out gentleman.Suddenly someone rushed over, grabbed the young woman's hand, and cut off one of her soft fingers.This sudden change frightened the people in front of the screen enough.

The young woman opened her mouth wide in despair and tried to shout, but no sound came out.She stared at the broken part of her finger in disbelief, collapsing and crying in pain.

Alexander: "We just detected another change in the outer fighter planes." He picked up the lifeless finger and said sternly, "This is just a small warning. Now let all the fighter planes return to the mother ship. 3 minutes ...every minute or so, I cut off a section of her finger."

For a time, only the distorted face of the young woman remained in the picture.After dozens of seconds, Mr. 7's voice came out.

"I've ordered them to evacuate." His voice still sounded calm.Numbers has a way of emotional control, and no matter how angry he is right now, he can always keep himself sounding cool.Naturally, Alexander will not expose this trick.Internet public opinion really began to accuse Mr. 7 of being cold-blooded and ruthless, after witnessing such a cruel incident, he could still be indifferent.

Three minutes later, their conversation continued.

Alexander said: "What I want is very simple, Mr. 7, you can lift your finger. You can move this poor woman home with your finger."

The female hostage was close to the limit of fear, and her stomach seemed to be in pain.She shivered and convulsed, gesticulating intermittently: child... save him... my child...

Mr. 7 said: "I can open an opening in the sky defense line and let your people go."

Alexander said with some exaggeration in an oratorical tone: "No, no, it is not what we want to let us go. What we want is a condition that is easier to achieve than letting us go. All we want is A picture." He walked into the camera and whispered like a whisper, "A design drawing. Keyword 1, white. Keyword 2, robot. Within half an hour, use a drone to send the data to the entrance of the spacecraft .goodbye."

The picture suddenly dimmed, and the white half-hour countdown filled the screen.

Ms. Colemont took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed by exhaustion.This is an out-and-out psychological warfare, and the enemy clearly has the upper hand. Mr. 7, and Mr. 11, still choose to fight alone?

Above the airspace of Rhea, a spaceship is approaching.Inside the spaceship, Mr. 11 stared at the half-hour countdown in front of him with a gloomy face.

In the spaceship of the terrorists, next to the live broadcast room, another farce is being staged.

At the center of the farce was Charles Tazito, missing his left eye and chained limbs to pillars.Another protagonist in this farce is Dr. Carl, wearing medical gloves and holding a needle in his hand.The other supporting roles in the farce are all the cadres in the organization.They all stared wide-eyed, with complex expressions on their faces, some were waiting to see a good show, while others were very upset because of Carl's success.

"Everyone, this is the latest version of the interrogation drug. The torture drug that the Rhea military is also using," Carl said, rolling up Tazito's sleeves in a leisurely manner. "It directly acts on the brain and is not controlled by willpower. Even if People who have received anti-punishment training cannot tell lies to us."

Tazito struggled violently as the needle tried to enter his vein and was beaten.

"Hold him! Damn it!"

Several people rushed forward to hold him down, pinning him so that he couldn't move. The needle successfully invaded his blood vessel, and the blue drug entered his body.Everyone could not help but crane their necks to see, Tazito stared at Karl viciously, and Karl raised his eyes and smiled at him.

Pushing the syringe to the end, Carl threw away the syringe, took out the terminal, and set the timer for 1 minute: "The answer will be revealed soon."