Peerless Genius System

A message spreading quickly on the Internet platform threw a boulder into the calm lake water, causing a wave in the magnesium press, and the message said: On July 6th, the White House will be devastated and the life cherishers will be cherished. Do not stay in the White House that day!

The White House is the residence and office of the President of the Magnesium Country. It is the highest place in the minds of the Magnesium Nation. The Magnesium Nation can joke about a lot of things, but not the White House. Ben * *, the founder of Al-Qaida in that year, also tried to blow up the White House. In the end, it failed. Now someone has threatened to blow up the White House. Is it another terrorist attack?

“Is this a joke, which dude is hungry enough to make such a statement online and not afraid of being arrested by the FBI? ”

“It depends on whether the FBI takes it seriously or not, but it's calm, the FBI doesn't take it seriously at all, and they're definitely busy investigating the death of Professor Adrian at Washington University. ”

“Which bullshit rumor did you want to see God sooner? ”

“Five more days, I'd like to see if it's true. If the White House is really blown up, that would be fun, hahahaha...”

“I think this is a joke, but it's a bit of a joke, and I suggest that the federal government attach great importance to this, pull this person out of the virtual online world and sentence him to death! ”

Magnesium Nation's netizens expressed their opinions on the matter. Most thought it was just a searchless keyboardman brushing his presence on the internet. Of course, a small group of people were a little anticipating the results after five days, that is, number six. After all, life was too boring and tasteless. If the White House was really blown up, although the face of Magnesium Nation swept the floor, it also added a unique flavour to this boring life.

White House

A white neoclassical sandstone building consisting of the main building and three parts of the east and west wings, on the top of the main building, with a magnesium flag flying in the wind.

In a luxurious and sombre presidential office, black-skinned President Oba was talking on the phone with the leader of a country laughingly (note: the president in the novel is fictional), and a man secretary who was allowed to come in waited respectfully and did not interrupt Oba's call.

Well said Oba suddenly said, “Abdullah, I hear you Saudi Arabs are secretly developing nuclear weapons. Is this happening? ”

The Saudi king on the other side of the phone immediately scared the shit out of him. You know, the two wars previously waged by the Magnesium Nation were all pretexts for saying that the other side was developing nuclear weapons. In fact, there was no nuclear weapon. We searched every inch of land and didn't find half a nuclear bomb.

“Mr. Oba, absolutely nothing. We in Saudi Arabia are oil exporters, and the country's focus is on oil exports. How can we go about developing that kind of destructive weapon?” Abdullah hastily denied it.

“Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm just kidding. ”

Oba's serious expression relaxed, "As you know, I just won the Nobel Peace Prize to maintain world peace and keep the world from war is my responsibility. Terrible things like nuclear weapons that can destroy the planet must be fought resolutely. ”

This makes Abdullah cry: "If you know that nuclear weapons can destroy the planet, why don't you magnesium destroy them all?"

On the face of it, it is a respectful nod: “Mr. Oba has been so heartfelt for world peace, and in view of that, I hereby promise that all our Saudi oil exports to the Magnesium State will be reduced by a dot. ”

The smile on Oba's face became extraordinarily bright when he heard it, as if he were saying, "You son of a bitch!"

“Ha-ha-ha… well, we had a great conversation and we'll talk to you next time. ”

“Okay.”

Abdullah hung up the phone, his face bitter, his emotions out of control after hanging up the phone, a spit on the ground, cursing, “Bandits, bandits! ”

Oba in the White House President's office was in an unusually happy mood, looking to see who else could benefit from intimidation, and his secretary seized the opportunity to speak.

“Mr. President, if you move your mouth, you will save our country trillions of dollars. It is a privilege for us to have a president like you.” The secretary starts with a spanking.

Oba laughed: "I've always hated sneakers, but you're a comfortable ass and you know how to do it, so you're my secretary, not someone else. ”

In a few words, it was a tremendous achievement for the country, which, of course, gave him a sense of flutter. Many people questioned him once and even now, saying that he had planned and started two wars himself, but this Nobel Peace Prize was awarded to him, and he chose to ignore it directly and gave it to him in the face of those questioning faces.

He picked up a cup of tea on the table and took a little sip: "By the way, what can I do for you? ”

The secretary smiled and reported, "Well, Mr. Oba, there was a message on the Internet yesterday that number six, or four days later, someone was going to blow up the White House. ”

Mm-hmm.

Oba drank the tea slightly, then waved his hand: “Go on. ”

“The FBI launched the most powerful computer expert to decipher the IP of the speaker, but found that it could not be deciphered at any rate, and the other party's computer technology was much higher than theirs.” The secretary said.

When he heard this, Oba's eyebrows wrinkled tightly: "Can't decipher? ”

Of course, he knows that the FBI's people are not scum, and they can't even decipher each other's IP addresses, which can be serious, which means that the statement to blow up the White House is not as simple as bluffing and false information.

The secretary nodded: "Yes, the FBI authorities suspect that it was the Chinese mystery computer master who" wiped out "the live castration of a cyber war that we organized last year, because both built firewalls with the same technology. ”

“Go on." Oba's eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter.

“On the evening of the thirtieth, Adrian, a professor of biochemistry at Washington University, was shot dead at his home, and on the first of this month, this threatened to blow up the White House appeared on the Internet. The FBI authorities thought the two things were connected, presumably by Shaw Colm, the one-sided killer who caused a bloody storm in Japan. ”

“What do they mean, this Thousand Face Killer Shaw Ching and that mysterious computer expert 'doomed’ to the same person?” Oba quickly captured the core thrust of the Secretary's speech.

The Secretary focused: "Yes. ”

“Without that logic, the Chinese nation can come up with such a computer genius, and with what I know about them, it should be highly protected, how can he let himself act alone? Aren't you afraid to lose such a century-old genius?” Oba stood up and walked back and forth. Best of all.