Chapter 1276: An Action That Shocked the World

Pentagon.

On the large landing screen, the pictures taken by the high-altitude drone are played.

In a cloud of smoke, the group of soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons used vigorous tactics to clear all the militants on the deck without any muddling.

When the British special forces arrived by helicopter from the nearest military base, not only had they finished the aftermath, they had even cleaned up the blood on the deck.

The video show ends.

The entire conference room was silent.

Coughing lightly, the senior military advisor of the Ministry of National Defense broke the silence in the conference room, and tapped twice on the large floor-to-ceiling screen with the laser pointer in his hand.

"Thirty-seven minutes."

"Shet...they clean the deck faster than I can wash the car."

"To be precise, it should be thirty..." Putting his hands still folded on his chest on the table, the Pentagon defense chief sitting in front of the conference table looked gloomy as if water was about to drip, "From what they learned It only took thirty minutes from the news that the cargo ship was hijacked by the militants to the delivery of the orbital paratroopers to their heads."

"One-hour global deployment is probably the most conservative estimate."

"Their strategic projection power is stronger than we imagined!"

The conference room fell into silence again.

And this time, the silence was a little scary.

"Damn it," took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, pinched the bridge of his nose with his index finger, and said in a difficult tone, "how did they do it so fast..."

No one can answer this question.

For this orbital airborne brigade, their information is almost blank.

What kind of delivery method is it that can send a pair of steel divisions armed to the teeth from tens of thousands of kilometers away to the middle of the Baltic Sea?

I am afraid that only they themselves will know the secret of this.

At this moment, NASA Director Carson, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "It's possible that they haven't completely left the atmosphere."

In an instant, pairs of eyes in the conference room looked at him in unison.

Looking a little panicked with his eyes behind his back, Director Carson swallowed, and continued to speak bravely.

"Cross the airspace directly from the lowest satellite orbit, and then drop the airborne capsule on the easternmost side of the Baltic Sea...Theoretically, it is possible in thirty minutes."

"But even then, time is pretty tight."

"From departure to landing, there is no delay for a minute, maybe it is enough."

Director Carson's speech made the expressions on everyone's faces even heavier.

Against such a defenseless force, do they have any chance of winning?

There was still a lot of debate in this conference room about the combat effectiveness of this orbital airborne force.

But now, not only have all the voices of controversy disappeared, but even the eyes exchanged by all the people present have changed from the original different expressions to the same worry on the outside.

It wasn't until this moment that they really realized what kind of opponent they were facing.

"I want to know who made the idea of ​​that cruise ship," the president nodded heavily on the conference table with his index finger, and added with a gloomy face, "It's better that it has nothing to do with us."

The Minister of Defense saw him.

"Isn't it the CIA?"

The President shook his head grimly.

"I have never authorized such a stupid action! I believe our CIA director will not be so stupid, behind my back to do such a stupid act."

It might have been profitable to do so five years ago.

But now, their only gain is to kill a highly respected physicist.

As for the Institute for Advanced Study and a large amount of visible and invisible scientific research legacy he left behind, none of those things can be erased by bombs or a few killers.

On the contrary, it could get them in big trouble.

"Find out who hired those pirates."

"If necessary, we can sell a favor."

...

It's not just the Pentagon that's in disarray.

The Iron Division that fell from the sky can be said to have caught the attention of intelligence agencies around the world.

No one thought that this crisis would be resolved in such a form.

No one would have thought that the Iron Division, armed to the teeth, looks as consistent as their sci-fi appearance, and their performance in actual combat is also unambiguous.

At present, the three airborne capsules are on the cabin of the "Oseberg". Although the intelligence personnel from all over the world are drooling, no one dares to act rashly.

There is no other reason.

At this moment, the cargo ship is being controlled by the Orbital Airborne Brigade, and it is slowly crossing a large area of ​​high seas, heading towards East Asia.

After seeing the power of the orbital airborne troops, no one dared to challenge them easily, let alone stop them.

Even the British Royal Secret Service who had already boarded the deck retreated to the helicopter in desperation after the negotiation failed to make progress.

And just when intelligence agencies around the world focused their attention on this cargo ship, at the same time, in an office in Shangjing, China, a file bag full of photos and various documents had been deleted. Placed on a simple desk.

"The organization that attacked Academician Lu has been found," the index finger clicked on the portfolio, and an old section chief in a national security uniform said, like a slightly younger man sitting behind a desk, "According to our offline According to the information collected and compiled by the intelligence personnel, the group of pirates should be hired by an organization called... the Universal Spirit Foundation."

"Universal Spirit Foundation?" Hearing this strange name for the first time, the man sitting behind the desk had an unexpected expression on his face, "What is that?"

It sounds like a setting in a movie or an online game, but it really doesn't look like something that would appear in the real world.

"It seems to be a new religion, or an organization that makes money through this new religion... It is more popular in developed countries and regions, but we have not seen traces of their activities in our country. They enshrined the former IMCRC employee Professor Garrett Miro Forerunner, and believe in the theory of cosmic animism."

"Maybe they have bigger plans besides making money, but they are very careful in doing things and have not shown very clear political appeals, so so far they have not attracted the attention of other governments."

Having said that, the old section chief couldn't help frowning.

"I just don't know why, they will suddenly focus on Academician Lu."

Could it be that Academician Lu was blamed for Professor Garrett Miro's death?

But this statement is a bit far-fetched.

The man sitting behind the desk was thinking a little differently from the old section chiefs. After briefly flipping through the information in the file bag, he spoke.

"Isn't this theory denied by Professor Lu?"

Hearing this sentence, the old section chief smiled.

"There are many things that have been denied by science, but who has really listened to them? Besides, Professor Lu did not completely deny whether there is such a mysterious will in the universe, but only attributed it to the category of agnosticism, and clearly stated that The existence of the void, and the existence of n+1 dimensions."

The man sitting behind the desk had a look of surprise on his face.

"I didn't expect you to know so much about physics."

The old section chief grinned: "After staying in the task force for a long time, you will always learn all kinds of things."

This is a truth.

Especially for national security, the cases they deal with are often more difficult than ordinary criminal cases.

Without making any comments on this, the man put it in the corner of the table after reading the file, and sighed softly.

"What about this case?"

"It's not our job anymore."

"How to say?"

"... According to news from other departments, our satellite is said to be hanging over the head of the suspected pirate organization 24 hours a day, and followed their fishing boat to find their lair."

"Awesome...is this really transferred to Big Fish?" The man sitting behind the desk couldn't help but sit up straight, and continued with curiosity on his face, "What are the people above planning to do?" What? Inform Interpol?"

"Interpol? They can't handle this kind of thing," the old section chief smiled, his eyes narrowed, "and you don't need to ask them for such trivial matters. There are a hundred ways I can think of." kind."

"What method do you mean?"

"The way to trample this grasshopper to death."