crisis management game.

Chapter 917 Panic Spreads (asking for monthly tickets)

Ever since Haruma Moriyama was transferred back to the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office.

Jiang Na secretly stared at her for a long time.

But no clues were found on him.

However, intuitively, Jiang Na felt that there must be something wrong with this woman because the other party always targeted her as a member of 7472.

"7472's attitude towards this matter is very clear. This is the first step for THEO organization to implement its extreme plan."

After collecting her thoughts, Jiang Na began to answer Watanabe Yoshi's questions seriously.

And these analyses naturally come from Gu Ji.

"If that's the case, we probably need to prepare early!"

Watanabe Yoshi's pupils dilated slightly, obviously shocked by the power and ambition of THEO organization.

Jiang Na shook her head and smiled.

"It's probably too late to prepare now."

"Too late?" Watanabe Yoshi was slightly stunned.

"As early as half a year ago, I submitted the 'internal investigation' plan to the cabinet many times, but it was rejected repeatedly. At the same time, the United States, Russia and other countries have completed the screening and cleaning, and now..."

At this point, Jiang Na paused deliberately, and scanned the faces of the people sitting cross-legged in the conference room one by one, "How many of these people do you think are ours?"

As soon as these words came out.

Watanabe Yoshi's face froze instantly.

indeed.

With the capabilities that THEO organization has demonstrated so far, it would be easy for them to infiltrate the cabinet.

Even from the moment Jiang Na submitted her "self-examination", she had secretly encountered internal resistance, which is why the plan was not successfully implemented.

And that's where he's really worried.

They are afraid that these insiders will replicate the model of the sudden change in Brazil and re-enact the story of "changing the coach due to terrorist attack" in Japan.

After all, Japan's political structure is different from that of Brazil. There is no vice president and the power of Congress is not great.

Once the position of Prime Minister becomes vacant, the next in line is the Chief Cabinet Secretary, followed by a group of cabinet ministers.

It is extremely easy for an insider who has infiltrated the situation to fight for power.

"Section Chief Moriyama, Section Chief Watanabe and the woman beside him seemed to have looked at you many times."

In the corner of the conference room, a young officer wearing black round-framed glasses was reporting to Moriyama Haruma in a low voice with his head down.

The latter opened his eyes without even turning his head.

He just raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Let them see if they want to. How is the thing I asked you to prepare?"

"It's all done! You can start anytime!"

"That's good, hehe..."

Moriyama Haruma laughed coldly, his silver-rimmed glasses glowing with a cold blue light, "Ito, I've said before that the only one who can finally realize this great plan is me!"

……

"Acting President, Director Maine is here!"

"Let him in."

Brazil, Presidential Palace.

A sharp old man with gray hair was sitting behind the luxurious desk. He stroked the armrest of the chair that symbolized the supreme power in Brazil, while holding a cigar and taking a sip.

He is the former President of the Senate, Patrice, who is third in line to succeed the presidency of Brazil.

The secretary nodded and left the room.

A moment later, Bald Maine walked in cautiously, holding a few blue documents in his hands.

"Is everything finished?"

Patrice casually put the cigar on the ashtray and was about to pick up the coffee.

Unexpectedly, Mayne took the cup and placed it in front of him along with the documents.

"It's done. As you requested, all the terrorists who impersonated Al-Qaeda have been arrested. A public trial is expected to be arranged tomorrow."

"Well, let's make it more grand. Whether my public support rate can break through 60 depends on whether this show is exciting enough!"

"Understood, Mr. President, but there is one more question."

As he spoke, Mayne handed over another document in his hand. "The former president's forces are still spreading news that is unfavorable to you. Currently, there are still many voices against you in Congress and the military."

"Can't you handle this little thing?"

Patrice just took a sip of coffee and put the cup down heavily. "Make a list of these opponents, find a few people to deal with them, and continue to blame it on Kaida!"

"Mr. President, doing this might cause panic among the people, and then your approval rating will be..."

Mayne hadn't finished speaking yet.

He was interrupted by Patrice's laughter. "Don't worry about the panic, because there are more terrible things waiting for them. What I have to do is to become the only hope in the hearts of these people. Do you think my support rate will drop?"

"Something even more terrifying..."

Mayne was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale.

Ever since he boarded this pirate ship, he has been working for THEO organization.

This shocking incident in Brazil was something he had planned and executed for a long time under the guidance of Patrice.

The so-called "Al-Qaeda" terrorist organization is just a name he borrowed casually.

In fact, "nuclear weapons" have nothing to do with the former president and vice president. They were secretly created by Patrice.

He would rather risk exposing millions of people in Rio de Janeiro to nuclear radiation than take this opportunity to overthrow the former president and seize this supreme power.

The purpose is to turn Brazil into the headquarters of the THEO organization.

But now.

Patrice actually said that there were even more terrifying things.

What will happen then?

……

"Damn it! These nameless stinkers actually want to borrow our sacred reputation to do such dirty things!"

A village on the outskirts of Abyan Province, Yemen.

This is the headquarters of Al Qaeda's base in the Arabian Peninsula.

A bearded Arab man with a white turban kept cursing after seeing the news displayed by his men, "Quick, go call Zhaka over, I want to tell everyone to cut off ties with this garbage!"

"Yes!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, many armed men in the house immediately took action.

As the former chief strategist of Al Qaeda, Khadr planned several terrorist attacks, including the bombing of the U.S. Embassy in Tanzania in 1998 and the 911/ incident that shocked the world.

He has become the new leader of Al Qaeda since the U.S. Naval Special Warfare Command carried out "Operation Poseidon" in 2011 and killed the former leader Awad in Pakistan.

In the temporary studio of the Kaiyida base in the southern part of the village.

A dark-skinned mixed-race young man wearing a black turban is adjusting his face towel in front of the camera. He is Xhaka, the current spokesman of Al-Qaeda and also Hader's most capable deputy.

"Remember! Xhaka, bold the sentence 'The Brazil attack has nothing to do with us' in your statement!"

Hader took the manuscript, examined it twice, and threw it back again.

Zaka nodded and handed the document to his men to make changes with an expressionless face.

Everything is ready. The moment the red light on the camera turns on, live broadcast will be started simultaneously on various online social platforms.

Zaka held an AKS across his chest, and behind him stood several masked militants.

This is also Kaiyida's old tradition, venting and showing violence to the outside world.

Hard stood next to the camera, staring at Xhaka and began to read out the script word for word.

"I am Zaka, the spokesman of Al-Qaeda. Now I am making the following statement on behalf of the organization: Regarding the attack on a high-concentration uranium mine in the Resende area of ​​Rio de Janeiro State at 4:17 local time on April 21, Brazil, Al-Qaeda will be fully responsible for this terrorist attack!"

The moment the last few words were spoken, the air in the studio seemed to freeze.

The several members of the organization who were in charge of filming were all stunned.

The leader Had's forehead was covered with bulging veins, his temples were throbbing with anger, and his cloudy eyeballs were almost popping out of their sockets.

"Damn it! What the hell are you talking about!? Read the script to me clearly!"

Face the threat of Hader.

Xhaka, who is always obedient, not only did not obey this time, but continued to look at the camera indifferently:

"We, the Kaiida, hereby declare the beginning of a new battle, a battle of revenge for those warriors who died on the sacred path..."

"Zaka! Don't you want to live anymore?!"

Before Zaka could finish his words, Had suddenly rushed into the camera, grabbed Zaka's collar, and pushed the young man, who was half a head taller than him, against the wall. The AKS rifle made a sharp roar when it hit the bricks.

"Who told you to say that? Was it the United States or someone else?"

His roar hurt the eardrums of the surrounding militants and their saliva sprayed on the face towel.

But Xhaka was oblivious and continued to stare straight at the camera, reading the last sentence: "No one can stop this revenge, the fight will never stop!!"

"Da da!"

In an instant, something strange happened.

Xhaka suddenly pulled the trigger in his hand.

There was a flash of fire, and the bullet hit Hader's chest accurately.

The warm blood splattered on the black flag behind him, dyeing the emblem of Kaiida into an eerie dark red.

Hader's body fell heavily to the ground, his fingers still in a gripping position, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, his cloudy eyes staring at Zaka, as if he wanted to carve the appearance of the traitor into the deepest part of his pupils.

"leader!"

The roars of several militants in the house and the sounds of guns being loaded rang out at the same time.

But it stopped abruptly under Zaka's raised palm, and he saw that the masked gunmen behind him had already locked their guns on them.

He raised his foot and stepped on Had's gradually cooling hand, and gave a sinister smile to the few people.

"Hader is already a thing of the past. We should work together to embrace the future, right? Or do you want to choose to die with him..."

"For God!"

"Boom!"

"And then... it was gone?"

CTOC base operations meeting room.

Inside the dim room, a projection screen was showing the ruins of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The charred remains of buildings and twisted metal supports glowed eerily under the cold white light.

Gu Ji and others sat in a circle.

After the shocking events in Brazil, they were following Liao Huaixiang's instructions and following Lei Wanshan back to his office to hold a review meeting.

Ye Xiaoshu tapped quickly with his fingertips, overlapping and analyzing military satellite monitoring, on-site video, and various intelligence data.

"These are the only video materials we have so far!"

"It's not easy to tell much from such a short video. It's nothing more than terrorists breaking into a factory, and then a human bomb rushing into a uranium mine and blowing itself up. It's all the same old stuff, simple and crude."

Wu Kang rested his chin on his hand and expressed his views.

Pasili shook his head slightly.

"It's not that simple. Since the Brazilian government has admitted that this is a nuclear weapons base secretly built by the former president, it should be heavily guarded. It is impossible for a few terrorists to break in and blow it up so easily."

"You mean..."

"Well, I suspect this might be a self-directed drama!"

"What Pasili said is correct. This just confirms Gu Ji's previous judgment. The reason behind all the events is that Patrici wants to seize power!"

Li Yanan also added a sentence at this time.

Gu Ji stared at the video closely.

Just as he was about to speak, a reminder bell suddenly rang outside the door.

As the door opened, Chen Zhiyu rushed in holding a tablet, her ponytail swinging left and right with her violent movements.

"Captain Lei! We just intercepted a global live broadcast by Kaiida on a foreign social media platform. They publicly claimed responsibility for the attack in Brazil, and..."

She turned the tablet towards everyone, and on the screen was the scene of Zaka killing Hader.

Just as he was about to speak, a reminder bell suddenly rang outside the door.

As the door opened, Chen Zhiyu rushed in holding a tablet, her ponytail swinging left and right with her violent movements.

"Captain Lei! We just intercepted a global live broadcast by Kaiida on a foreign social media platform. They publicly claimed responsibility for the attack in Brazil, and..."

She turned the tablet towards everyone, and on the screen was the scene of Zaka killing Hader.

"Had is dead?"

Ye Xiaoshu was the first to exclaim.

As an anti-terrorist special police officer, I believe few people are unfamiliar with the famous Kaiida.

Since the former leader A. Wade was killed by the U.S. Navy SEAL Team Six, Hader has become the new leader of the world's number one extremist organization.

Khad, known as the "brain of al-Qaeda", was considered by anti-terrorism experts from many countries to be more dangerous than Awad.

Even though the United States has increased the reward for his information to 5000 million US dollars, his whereabouts have not been determined yet.

I didn't expect that he would die so easily now.

And he was shot in public.

Chen Zhiyu nodded. "Yes, the person who shot him was Zaka, the spokesperson for the Al Qaeda organization and Hader's most capable deputy. The Intelligence Department has temporarily determined that this was an internal conflict caused by their internal struggle for power."

“This is not a power grab.”

Gu Ji, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly took over the conversation and said, "If it is really an internal conflict, there is no need to fight during a live broadcast. This will undoubtedly send a signal to the outside world that their organization is in chaos and weakness, which is not in line with common sense."

"He's creating panic!"

"panic?"

Wu Kang and others turned around and found that it was Lei Wanshan who was speaking.

He continued to analyze calmly:

"What Xhaka wants to show is a completely out of control, completely crazy Kaida. If the Brazilian shock is just the beginning, then there will definitely be a second country, and a third country, that will be attacked one after another.

The massive public panic caused by this global terrorist attack is their real purpose!" (End of this chapter)