As Americans scrambled for loans, America headed west, to the capital.
After a few days of busy work, patching together things and complaining about nothing, Lin Yu finally filled up the notebook that He Qingyang gave her.
In the office, He Qingyang took the notebook, looked gloomy, and started flipping through it bit by bit.
With each page he turned, his expression grew darker.
He spent two full hours reading a notebook of more than a hundred pages. After he finished reading the last page, he slammed the notebook shut, his eyes looking at the door, but his voice was directed to Lin Yu:
"You are dead! Not even the Lord can save you!"
The next second, he changed the subject: "But it doesn't matter, the king of heaven is not as powerful as me!"
After saying the joke, he unzipped his pants, stuffed the notebook into the inner pocket on his left chest, zipped up the inner pocket, and patted it gently with his hand. Then he raised his head and asked Lin Yu again:
"Yesterday afternoon, America broke its past habit of procrastination and released a series of measures to deal with the financial crisis."
"What do you think of their measures?"
"Of course, it's not me who's asking, it's the leader who's asking."
"They know that you are behind this incident, so they want to ask about your attitude."
"Because many comrades in the economic field feel that we should take the initiative to embrace America and overcome this difficult time together."
Lin Yu raised his hand and pointed at the notebook: "It's written in the notebook!"
"Buy American Treasury bonds, and then use these dollars to acquire bankrupt mines and oil fields around the world, and buy all the resources you need."
"Take the money and invest in Africa in exchange for the resources you need."
"In the process of cooperation, we can gradually promote the RMB, sign reciprocal agreements with some partner countries, and gradually move away from the US dollar."
"The resources obtained in exchange are brought back to China to help upgrade domestic industries and stimulate domestic demand, so as to make better products and then sell them to the world."
"When financial capital sees this, they will definitely come over. We can use part of the manufacturing industry to bind financial capital. When the time comes, if the American officials want to cause trouble, the financiers who are responsible for making money will not be happy."
“It’s that simple.”
"Of course, it's just easy to say. In practice, it requires a lot of people to get involved and make arrangements, which is very troublesome."
Lin Yu spoke lightly, and He Qingyang also listened lightly. After listening, he took out his notebook and opened it. Following the handwritten table of contents, he also found what Lin Yu said.
It was found that the content was not much different from what Lin Yu said, but it was more detailed and even predicted various possible situations.
After looking at several possible scenarios, He Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll go find the leader and send the notebook over."
"Just stay in the office and think about whether there is a better solution. Don't go anywhere!"
After leaving these words, He Qingyang packed his clothes and was about to go out. Before he could even take a step, Lin Yu called him:
"Teacher, the Americans are planning to attack Syria. What do the leaders say?"
He Qingyang turned around and showed an unfathomable smile on his face: "That has nothing to do with us. Our investment in Syria is almost zero."
"Even if Syria is destroyed, it has little to do with us. All we can do is to protest at the UN General Assembly."
"Say a few words for them."
"But do you remember the news about Russia's synchronization two days ago?"
"Remember!" Lin Yu nodded. He remembered very clearly that the news was that Russia was preparing to launch a batch of hypersonic missiles.
When the Russian side synchronized the news at that time, the wording was very tough and bold.
Some older seniors even said that they saw the shameless look of the Soviet Union between the lines.
but……
What does this have to do with anything?
America is preparing to attack Syria, so it must have made all the necessary preparations. Even with Russia's industrial capacity and lathes smoking, it is estimated that it cannot meet the demand.
The weapons that can be used are probably old products from the Soviet era.
Still the old
He Qingyang noticed the doubt on Lin Yu's face, licked his lips with his tongue, and said softly:
"According to further information from Russia, those bastards put a nuclear bomb on one of the hypersonic missiles."
"Although this test was a hypersonic missile firing, it was actually a test of the attack capability of a hypersonic missile carrying a nuclear bomb."
Just a few simple words made Lin Yu stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his thumb and gave a thumbs up to the distant Russia.
Although the world's first nuclear bomb was detonated by America, when it comes to the application of nuclear bombs, we still have to look to the Soviet Union.
As the successor of the Soviet Union, Russia can also be considered.
He Qingyang stood nearby, patted Lin Yu on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the office, leaving Lin Yu alone in front of the computer reading messages.
At the same time, in the mountains of Khabarovsk Krai, Russia's Far East, 200 kilometers northeast of Komsomolsk-on-Amur, Defense Minister Yuri Kin was sitting in a truck, smoking a cigarette intermittently.
In an open space about a hundred or two hundred meters in front of him, there were 12 trucks with numbers on the front of their cars.
12 trucks pulling missiles.
The 12 trucks are about 20 meters apart from each other. Around the trucks are some Russian soldiers wearing Victory camouflage, who are busy laying tracks around the trucks.
The 12 missiles on the vehicle are very different from the missiles inherited by Russia from the Soviet Union. The shape is no longer as big, rough and black as before. The overall shape appears to be more slender and more beautiful.
The color is just not very nice, it is dark green.
Yurikin always felt that the color should be white, or black and white, or silver would also be fine.
This looks more sci-fi.
He didn't hold the cigarette in his hand for more than 30 seconds. When there was only a butt left in the cigarette, he extinguished it on the center console of the car and threw it to the ground.
Then he picked up the intercom on the center console of the vehicle and shouted into it:
"Are you ready?"
After a while, a voice came from the intercom:
"The photographer is still adjusting the angle. It will probably take another 10 minutes."
"Okay!" Yurikin responded, put down the walkie-talkie, and lingered on the seat like a big bear, found a suitable position, took out a notebook from his pocket, and began to plan some logistical work.
Once people start to get busy, 10 minutes is just a blink of an eye.
The intercom rang, and a voice came from the other end:
"Mr. Minister, the photographer is ready, we can launch!"
Listening to the voice on the walkie-talkie, Yurikin stopped thinking, put the notebook back into his pocket, zipped it up, took out a small box from under the seat, then grabbed the walkie-talkie, got out of the car and walked towards the truck in the distance.
At the side of the truck, a few Russians dressed in fancy clothes saw him and quickly came over with ingratiating smiles on their faces:
"Mr. Minister, we are ready. As long as you give the order, we can start the launch."
After receiving responses from these people, Yurikin nodded with satisfaction:
"As long as you can shoot a good video, there will be a lot of money."
After saying that, he called the communicator and took the communicator to truck number 12 carrying a small box.
There were twelve soldiers from the Alpha Special Forces next to the truck. When they saw Yurikin coming, the captain immediately stepped forward, saluted, and then followed Yurikin and slowly came to the side of the truck.
At this time, the operator connected the call with Moscow and handed the receiver to Yurikin:
"Mr. Minister, it's the President's call."
Yurikin picked up the phone, and the person on the other end of the phone blurted out a string of letters and numbers after hearing the voice.
Yurikin entered the string of letters and numbers into the briefcase in his hand. When the briefcase opened, inside was a USB flash drive the size of two adult palms, or it would be more appropriate to call it a key.
The key has a small screen, an indicator light, and a small keyboard. There are two trigger-like things on the left and right sides.
After taking out the key, Yurikin got into the truck and inserted the key under the center console of the truck. As soon as it was inserted, the indicator light on the key turned red.
Just then, another string of letters and numbers came from the phone.
After entering this string of numbers on the key, the indicator light turned green.
Seeing the indicator light turn green, Yurikin said something into the phone, then put the phone aside and picked up the remote control:
"Russian Super Satan hypersonic missile launch!"
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Following his order, the missile on the back of Truck No. 1 slowly stood up. After a long beeping sound, flames sprayed from the tail of the missile, and it detached from the truck, then flew to the northwest like a sword from a bow.
The missile of vehicle No. 1 took off, and the vehicle it was carrying immediately started its engine and evacuated from the scene.
Next is car No. 2, car No. 3, and so on to car No. 11.
The first 11 trucks left, leaving only the last one.
Everyone who stayed at the scene focused their attention on car No. 12.
As participants in this operation, they all knew very well what was being pulled on vehicle No. 12.
A hypersonic missile with a yield of 5 million tons, a range of 3,500 kilometers, and a theoretical flight speed of Mach .
This thing will explode.
They must die.
Unlike those anxious people, Yurikin seemed very calm. He threw the intercom to the captain of the Alpha team, then grabbed the triggers on both sides of the key with both hands, tilted his head, and explained to everyone at the scene with a smile:
"Do you know why there are two triggers?"
"This is actually double insurance. If you only press one trigger, it won't work. You have to press both triggers at the same time."
"To be honest, you young people have never seen a nuclear bomb explosion, so you are very afraid of nuclear bombs."
"But it doesn't matter. Now you've seen the nuclear bomb. Next, you'll see it explode."
"Now that I've seen it, I'm not so scared anymore!"
Having said that, he exerted force with both hands and pressed the trigger to the extreme.
As he moved, the missiles loaded on the truck ignited instantly, then instantly detached from the truck, following the traces of the 11 missiles in front, and flew towards the northwest.
The missile was very fast and disappeared into the tree-lined mountain area in the blink of an eye.
Yurikin jumped out of the car holding the satellite phone, looked at the direction where the missile left, and said into the phone:
"This is Yuri. The falcon has left the nest. I repeat, the falcon has left the nest. The nest is ready to move."
After finishing his words, he threw the satellite phone to the communicator, turned around and told the people at the scene to pack up their equipment and evacuate.
On the other side, Tulat Observatory, Krasnoyarsk Territory, Russia.
This is a radar station set up by Russia in the Arctic Circle with multiple attributes such as air defense and extreme weather observation.
The observatory's director, Andrei Lapdev, also received news from Moscow.
He did not dare to delay and immediately asked the people at the observation station to adjust the radar and lock onto the southeast direction of the radar station.
As soon as the radar was locked, several figures appeared on the screen.
There are 12 dishes in total.
These 12 figures were all moving very fast, and on the radar screen they looked like 12 meteors streaking across the night sky.
In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on the last figure.
According to information released by Moscow, one of the 12 missiles this time was loaded with a nuclear bomb.
5 million tons equivalent, final launch.
So, the last missile carried a nuclear bomb.
This thing...
"Stationmaster Andre, should we take a plane and leave now?"
An abrupt female voice sounded. Andre turned around and found that the person asking the question was Natasia, a female radar operator who had just arrived at the observatory.
The little girl's blue eyes were full of worry.
When their eyes met, Andre shook his head slightly:
"Don't worry. The power of nuclear bombs is not as great as you think. The greatest lethality of the earliest batch of nuclear bombs actually came from nuclear contamination."
"But now, nuclear bomb technology has improved, and the nuclear materials will react completely at the moment of the explosion."
"The biggest danger is actually the moment of explosion, but that moment will make people die very quickly, so there is no need to be afraid."
"Moreover, a nuclear bomb with a yield of 5 million tons has a killing radius of less than 10 kilometers, and a thermal radiation radius of only a dozen kilometers."
"The Bolshevik Island that will be bombed is more than 200 kilometers away from us. We are outside the safe range, so there is no need to worry."
"Besides, isn't Novaya Zemlya, where the Tsar bomb was detonated, still safe now?"
“Don’t worry!”
After listening to Andre's words, the people at the observatory became even more worried.
While they were worried, missiles had already appeared in the cameras that the observatory had installed in advance on Bolshevik Island.
The missile fell straight into the center of the island, landing on the snow that had never melted for thousands of years.
A hole was knocked in the snow-capped mountain that never melts all year round.
Eleven missiles fell one after another and were captured by the camera at the moment they hit the snow-capped mountains and exploded.
Then, comes the final scene.
The missile came from the sky, turned into a silver stream of light, and slammed into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of light exploded on the top of the snow-capped mountain. The exploding light slowly rose and turned into a golden mushroom cloud above the white snow.
After a few days of busy work, patching together things and complaining about nothing, Lin Yu finally filled up the notebook that He Qingyang gave her.
In the office, He Qingyang took the notebook, looked gloomy, and started flipping through it bit by bit.
With each page he turned, his expression grew darker.
He spent two full hours reading a notebook of more than a hundred pages. After he finished reading the last page, he slammed the notebook shut, his eyes looking at the door, but his voice was directed to Lin Yu:
"You are dead! Not even the Lord can save you!"
The next second, he changed the subject: "But it doesn't matter, the king of heaven is not as powerful as me!"
After saying the joke, he unzipped his pants, stuffed the notebook into the inner pocket on his left chest, zipped up the inner pocket, and patted it gently with his hand. Then he raised his head and asked Lin Yu again:
"Yesterday afternoon, America broke its past habit of procrastination and released a series of measures to deal with the financial crisis."
"What do you think of their measures?"
"Of course, it's not me who's asking, it's the leader who's asking."
"They know that you are behind this incident, so they want to ask about your attitude."
"Because many comrades in the economic field feel that we should take the initiative to embrace America and overcome this difficult time together."
Lin Yu raised his hand and pointed at the notebook: "It's written in the notebook!"
"Buy American Treasury bonds, and then use these dollars to acquire bankrupt mines and oil fields around the world, and buy all the resources you need."
"Take the money and invest in Africa in exchange for the resources you need."
"In the process of cooperation, we can gradually promote the RMB, sign reciprocal agreements with some partner countries, and gradually move away from the US dollar."
"The resources obtained in exchange are brought back to China to help upgrade domestic industries and stimulate domestic demand, so as to make better products and then sell them to the world."
"When financial capital sees this, they will definitely come over. We can use part of the manufacturing industry to bind financial capital. When the time comes, if the American officials want to cause trouble, the financiers who are responsible for making money will not be happy."
“It’s that simple.”
"Of course, it's just easy to say. In practice, it requires a lot of people to get involved and make arrangements, which is very troublesome."
Lin Yu spoke lightly, and He Qingyang also listened lightly. After listening, he took out his notebook and opened it. Following the handwritten table of contents, he also found what Lin Yu said.
It was found that the content was not much different from what Lin Yu said, but it was more detailed and even predicted various possible situations.
After looking at several possible scenarios, He Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll go find the leader and send the notebook over."
"Just stay in the office and think about whether there is a better solution. Don't go anywhere!"
After leaving these words, He Qingyang packed his clothes and was about to go out. Before he could even take a step, Lin Yu called him:
"Teacher, the Americans are planning to attack Syria. What do the leaders say?"
He Qingyang turned around and showed an unfathomable smile on his face: "That has nothing to do with us. Our investment in Syria is almost zero."
"Even if Syria is destroyed, it has little to do with us. All we can do is to protest at the UN General Assembly."
"Say a few words for them."
"But do you remember the news about Russia's synchronization two days ago?"
"Remember!" Lin Yu nodded. He remembered very clearly that the news was that Russia was preparing to launch a batch of hypersonic missiles.
When the Russian side synchronized the news at that time, the wording was very tough and bold.
Some older seniors even said that they saw the shameless look of the Soviet Union between the lines.
but……
What does this have to do with anything?
America is preparing to attack Syria, so it must have made all the necessary preparations. Even with Russia's industrial capacity and lathes smoking, it is estimated that it cannot meet the demand.
The weapons that can be used are probably old products from the Soviet era.
Still the old
He Qingyang noticed the doubt on Lin Yu's face, licked his lips with his tongue, and said softly:
"According to further information from Russia, those bastards put a nuclear bomb on one of the hypersonic missiles."
"Although this test was a hypersonic missile firing, it was actually a test of the attack capability of a hypersonic missile carrying a nuclear bomb."
Just a few simple words made Lin Yu stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his thumb and gave a thumbs up to the distant Russia.
Although the world's first nuclear bomb was detonated by America, when it comes to the application of nuclear bombs, we still have to look to the Soviet Union.
As the successor of the Soviet Union, Russia can also be considered.
He Qingyang stood nearby, patted Lin Yu on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the office, leaving Lin Yu alone in front of the computer reading messages.
At the same time, in the mountains of Khabarovsk Krai, Russia's Far East, 200 kilometers northeast of Komsomolsk-on-Amur, Defense Minister Yuri Kin was sitting in a truck, smoking a cigarette intermittently.
In an open space about a hundred or two hundred meters in front of him, there were 12 trucks with numbers on the front of their cars.
12 trucks pulling missiles.
The 12 trucks are about 20 meters apart from each other. Around the trucks are some Russian soldiers wearing Victory camouflage, who are busy laying tracks around the trucks.
The 12 missiles on the vehicle are very different from the missiles inherited by Russia from the Soviet Union. The shape is no longer as big, rough and black as before. The overall shape appears to be more slender and more beautiful.
The color is just not very nice, it is dark green.
Yurikin always felt that the color should be white, or black and white, or silver would also be fine.
This looks more sci-fi.
He didn't hold the cigarette in his hand for more than 30 seconds. When there was only a butt left in the cigarette, he extinguished it on the center console of the car and threw it to the ground.
Then he picked up the intercom on the center console of the vehicle and shouted into it:
"Are you ready?"
After a while, a voice came from the intercom:
"The photographer is still adjusting the angle. It will probably take another 10 minutes."
"Okay!" Yurikin responded, put down the walkie-talkie, and lingered on the seat like a big bear, found a suitable position, took out a notebook from his pocket, and began to plan some logistical work.
Once people start to get busy, 10 minutes is just a blink of an eye.
The intercom rang, and a voice came from the other end:
"Mr. Minister, the photographer is ready, we can launch!"
Listening to the voice on the walkie-talkie, Yurikin stopped thinking, put the notebook back into his pocket, zipped it up, took out a small box from under the seat, then grabbed the walkie-talkie, got out of the car and walked towards the truck in the distance.
At the side of the truck, a few Russians dressed in fancy clothes saw him and quickly came over with ingratiating smiles on their faces:
"Mr. Minister, we are ready. As long as you give the order, we can start the launch."
After receiving responses from these people, Yurikin nodded with satisfaction:
"As long as you can shoot a good video, there will be a lot of money."
After saying that, he called the communicator and took the communicator to truck number 12 carrying a small box.
There were twelve soldiers from the Alpha Special Forces next to the truck. When they saw Yurikin coming, the captain immediately stepped forward, saluted, and then followed Yurikin and slowly came to the side of the truck.
At this time, the operator connected the call with Moscow and handed the receiver to Yurikin:
"Mr. Minister, it's the President's call."
Yurikin picked up the phone, and the person on the other end of the phone blurted out a string of letters and numbers after hearing the voice.
Yurikin entered the string of letters and numbers into the briefcase in his hand. When the briefcase opened, inside was a USB flash drive the size of two adult palms, or it would be more appropriate to call it a key.
The key has a small screen, an indicator light, and a small keyboard. There are two trigger-like things on the left and right sides.
After taking out the key, Yurikin got into the truck and inserted the key under the center console of the truck. As soon as it was inserted, the indicator light on the key turned red.
Just then, another string of letters and numbers came from the phone.
After entering this string of numbers on the key, the indicator light turned green.
Seeing the indicator light turn green, Yurikin said something into the phone, then put the phone aside and picked up the remote control:
"Russian Super Satan hypersonic missile launch!"
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Following his order, the missile on the back of Truck No. 1 slowly stood up. After a long beeping sound, flames sprayed from the tail of the missile, and it detached from the truck, then flew to the northwest like a sword from a bow.
The missile of vehicle No. 1 took off, and the vehicle it was carrying immediately started its engine and evacuated from the scene.
Next is car No. 2, car No. 3, and so on to car No. 11.
The first 11 trucks left, leaving only the last one.
Everyone who stayed at the scene focused their attention on car No. 12.
As participants in this operation, they all knew very well what was being pulled on vehicle No. 12.
A hypersonic missile with a yield of 5 million tons, a range of 3,500 kilometers, and a theoretical flight speed of Mach .
This thing will explode.
They must die.
Unlike those anxious people, Yurikin seemed very calm. He threw the intercom to the captain of the Alpha team, then grabbed the triggers on both sides of the key with both hands, tilted his head, and explained to everyone at the scene with a smile:
"Do you know why there are two triggers?"
"This is actually double insurance. If you only press one trigger, it won't work. You have to press both triggers at the same time."
"To be honest, you young people have never seen a nuclear bomb explosion, so you are very afraid of nuclear bombs."
"But it doesn't matter. Now you've seen the nuclear bomb. Next, you'll see it explode."
"Now that I've seen it, I'm not so scared anymore!"
Having said that, he exerted force with both hands and pressed the trigger to the extreme.
As he moved, the missiles loaded on the truck ignited instantly, then instantly detached from the truck, following the traces of the 11 missiles in front, and flew towards the northwest.
The missile was very fast and disappeared into the tree-lined mountain area in the blink of an eye.
Yurikin jumped out of the car holding the satellite phone, looked at the direction where the missile left, and said into the phone:
"This is Yuri. The falcon has left the nest. I repeat, the falcon has left the nest. The nest is ready to move."
After finishing his words, he threw the satellite phone to the communicator, turned around and told the people at the scene to pack up their equipment and evacuate.
On the other side, Tulat Observatory, Krasnoyarsk Territory, Russia.
This is a radar station set up by Russia in the Arctic Circle with multiple attributes such as air defense and extreme weather observation.
The observatory's director, Andrei Lapdev, also received news from Moscow.
He did not dare to delay and immediately asked the people at the observation station to adjust the radar and lock onto the southeast direction of the radar station.
As soon as the radar was locked, several figures appeared on the screen.
There are 12 dishes in total.
These 12 figures were all moving very fast, and on the radar screen they looked like 12 meteors streaking across the night sky.
In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on the last figure.
According to information released by Moscow, one of the 12 missiles this time was loaded with a nuclear bomb.
5 million tons equivalent, final launch.
So, the last missile carried a nuclear bomb.
This thing...
"Stationmaster Andre, should we take a plane and leave now?"
An abrupt female voice sounded. Andre turned around and found that the person asking the question was Natasia, a female radar operator who had just arrived at the observatory.
The little girl's blue eyes were full of worry.
When their eyes met, Andre shook his head slightly:
"Don't worry. The power of nuclear bombs is not as great as you think. The greatest lethality of the earliest batch of nuclear bombs actually came from nuclear contamination."
"But now, nuclear bomb technology has improved, and the nuclear materials will react completely at the moment of the explosion."
"The biggest danger is actually the moment of explosion, but that moment will make people die very quickly, so there is no need to be afraid."
"Moreover, a nuclear bomb with a yield of 5 million tons has a killing radius of less than 10 kilometers, and a thermal radiation radius of only a dozen kilometers."
"The Bolshevik Island that will be bombed is more than 200 kilometers away from us. We are outside the safe range, so there is no need to worry."
"Besides, isn't Novaya Zemlya, where the Tsar bomb was detonated, still safe now?"
“Don’t worry!”
After listening to Andre's words, the people at the observatory became even more worried.
While they were worried, missiles had already appeared in the cameras that the observatory had installed in advance on Bolshevik Island.
The missile fell straight into the center of the island, landing on the snow that had never melted for thousands of years.
A hole was knocked in the snow-capped mountain that never melts all year round.
Eleven missiles fell one after another and were captured by the camera at the moment they hit the snow-capped mountains and exploded.
Then, comes the final scene.
The missile came from the sky, turned into a silver stream of light, and slammed into the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of light exploded on the top of the snow-capped mountain. The exploding light slowly rose and turned into a golden mushroom cloud above the white snow.
