Monster Factory

Chapter 529: 527: Bomber by Crystal

Washington.

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Inside the Oval Office of the President of the White House, the owner of this office, sitting in a tailor-made presidential chair, looks silently at the latest information returned not long ago on the table of perseverance.

Weez, an assistant who had just finished talking to Ye Qing, stood by his side.

Yes, since Ye Qing euphemistically rejected the president's proposal, the president silently removed the mechanical chair and stopped helping him with this free advertisement.

Of course that's not the point.

The point is on his desk, a pile of professional material analyzed overnight by top engineers.

Analysis of the Mysteries behind the UFO Spinning Top's Rotation

The down payment for the many pages of the report on the ocean sprinkler is the Mechanical Power Laboratory of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

Gyro was first transported to a nearby university lab, and then the university jumped a jet and flew to MIT.

However, it is such a world-class laboratory that dozens of “impossible” words have been used in professional analytical reports, a tonal adjective that appears only in exaggerated TV shopping ads.

Huaxia can't have this precision.

Beast Heavy Industries cannot break the limits of mechanical processing.

1mm diameter, 24-tooth secondary precision gear, impossible to appear.

…………

The president broke his head and didn't expect a small flying saucer gyro to trigger an earthquake in the mechanical power lab.

In their report, they told the President very frankly. For every level of accuracy you raise, you pay tens of times more. Beast Heavy Industries can produce such an appalling gyroscope in just a few days, indicating that they possess an extremely precise processing capability higher than any mechanical company in the United States.

This represents what was deliberately described on a whole page in the report.

The more astonished he read the report, the more surprised he was to learn, when he asked the young president about his whereabouts, that he had returned home by plane and that it would not be long before he could leave the territorial sea.

To get the young president back on the phone, we had a private interview before, and it solved all the problems. So the president hastily ordered the fighter to take off and chase after him, asking him if he wanted to cooperate.

It was a hasty gamble, and if the young president was timid, aware of Mr. President's determination to cooperate, and agreeing, it would be all right to say that it was not impossible to compensate for it with more favourable policies afterwards.

If we don't cooperate, the most advanced Raptor fighters will demonstrate to show him what's powerful about America.

As a result, it was clear that the courageous young president refused to cooperate.

“Want to try something else?” Assistant Witz came up with an idea: "At the speed of the Gulf Stream G750, they have nine hours to fly to Warsaw. ”

“We have four military bases along the way that can intervene. ”

“No, for the first time, we could cover it up with a false intrusion into a restricted military zone and modification of navigation information. For the second and third time, even ordinary people won't believe us, and his identity and itinerary are sensitive.” Mr. President shook his head without much disappointment: “Threats are only a means, and when they do not work, there are many ways we can try them. ”

Assistant Viz nodded and understood that he was preparing to report the next issue and that the mobile phone he was carrying suddenly vibrated silently.

The first time she ignored it, the text vibration prompt was broken and vibrated constantly.

“Is there something important?” Assistant Witz thought to herself, pulling out her phone, there were 22 new messages to remind her. This is not the end, as she pulls out her phone, the number of text messages keeps increasing.

“What is it?” The President glanced at her.

“What could have happened…” Assistant Viz immediately turned on his face and opened the text.

She is a good assistant to the President and, with the exception of a few who can contact him directly, the rest of the information must be gathered with her before she can report to the President.

Suddenly there were hundreds of people sending her messages like this, which she had never encountered. But if a major incident occurs in a state and all the mayors and councillors send her an urgent message, this could happen.

Mr. President's sharp eyes flashed a panic and stood up quickly.

Less than a few months after assuming power, the President has tasted the sweetness of power. The taste made him want to change rapidly in his attitude towards affairs. There was a world that was big but full of kings in my grasp.

But at the same time as enjoying power, the President is also aware that his roots have not yet been fully entrenched, at a time when major events have taken place and are very difficult.

“What?”

By clicking on the first text message, Assistant Witz's eyes were like a ghost, all incredible.

“The President of the United States ran off with his aunt? ”

“We owe hundreds of millions of dollars to the White House. There is no money to pay back. The President is not a man...”

“What?” The President similarly changed his look at the ghost.

“Not 98,000, not 88,000, only 688, embassy letters of engagement to buy home. ”

“Who sent this, who?” In the eyes of the President, anger has come to pass.

“I specialize in refurbishing nuclear warheads, submarine polishing, carrier submarine leakage, overhauling nuclear reactors…”

“Shocked, the rice we eat on weekdays is poisonous...”

“I'm an alien, I want to apply for politics, asylum...”

A one-by-one text message, denser than the B2 bomber dropped, kept bombing Assistant Witz's phone. From the initial shock, to the surprise behind, to the realization that this is a revenge prank. Assistant Witz's phone, has received more than 200 messages.

Witz tried to turn off her phone, but her efforts were futile and she kept getting text messages that kept her from sliding off the slide. As for the high-end feature of removing the battery, her phone doesn't have it.

Witz called the White House Cybersecurity team on his office phone to temporarily block his phone's text message reception and trace the source of those messages.

Less than half a minute later, Assistant Viz's phone finally stopped shocking.

“Shh." Assistant Viz sighed a long time and finally thought quietly.

“Wu wu wu wu wu wu"

This idea just came up, some of the hot phones shook up again, the screen showed a string, she didn't know exactly where the number belonged, she was calling.

I reached out and answered, and the phone hung up.

The verbal abuse has not yet been said, the telephone has been called again, and the number has become another string.

Then hang on for a second, then keep ringing...

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