Super Black Technology

MI6 headquarters.

Even members of the intelligence committee that manages the entire British intelligence community have arrived. Everyone is waiting for news.

"Hasn't it been deciphered yet?" A member of Commissioner Auston asked.

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads.

How important is the private phone of the president of a country, let alone the earth's hegemony like the United States.

"Difficult, very difficult! Cryptographers say there are 32 layers of encryption!"

An intelligence officer explained to his superiors.

However, as a member of the British intelligence community, Auston doesn't care about these.

All he wants is results, and all he wants is results!

"Time is tight. No matter what method you use, within 12 hours, I must know the content of the target's call."

No wonder Olston is so anxious, because one day has passed, and there are only two days before the "G88" global summit will be held.

No matter what action the United States takes, it will definitely be chosen before "G88", otherwise it will be useless.

"Did you hear that?!" Alston shouted loudly.

"Yessir!" Everyone nodded in unison.

Buckingham Palace.

A palace attendant hurried over to report to Prime Minister Cameron.

"President Obama is sick and will not attend the luncheon!"

What?

Cameron was suddenly taken aback. Obama didn't even plan to eat lunch? What exactly is he trying to do?

"Where is little Ike now?" Cameron asked in a deep voice.

"Playing with Miss Alice and Her Majesty the Princess!"

Hearing this, Prime Minister Cameron frowned.

Obama would rather not eat but pretend to be sick. Why? What is he waiting for?

Could it, could it be...

"Send this news to the Intelligence Committee for analysis immediately!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Prime Minister!"

...

After receiving the new situation from Mr. Prime Minister, all the intelligence personnel were extremely puzzled.

What exactly does the President of the United States want to do? We must know that if he does this, it will arouse our vigilance!

Why would he rather alert Britain than pretend to be ill?

"Call Buckingham Palace and ask them to send a doctor!" Commissioner Alston ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Commissioner!"

After a while, the intelligence officer reported: "A doctor has been sent, but was rejected by President Obama's bodyguards. They claimed that Mr. President just needs to rest!"

As soon as the words came out, an elite agent yelled violently:

"No, it's not that he needs a rest! It's..."

Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking at the man with piercing eyes.

"He's waiting for a second, more important call!"

"What?!" "What?!" "My God!"...

At this moment, Buckingham Palace guest room. The urgent telephone rang in the bedroom of the President of the United States.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

The "seriously ill" President Obama got up instantly and answered the phone.

"I'm Obama!"

A solemn voice sounded on the phone: "Mr. President: The Atlantic Fleet is in place; the intercontinental missiles are in place; the B22 bomber formation is in place; you are the second-order rescuer, please protect yourself at 7 o'clock. !"

"I understand, goodbye!"

"I wish you a safe return! Goodbye!"

The whole call lasted only 11 seconds, and then the phone hung up.

"Come on!" Obama put down the phone and yelled.

Hearing the call, the bodyguards guarding the door immediately opened the door and entered the house.

"Sir, please order!"

"Go to Ike, tell him I'm sick, let him come and see me!"

"Yessir!"

...

In the basement of the royal palace, the leader of the eavesdropping team was yelling anxiously:

"How many radio waves were intercepted just now?"

"Report: only 2 seconds!"

What? Only two seconds?

The leader of the eavesdropping team shouted again: "Send it back to the headquarters immediately, and compare it with the previous content to decipher!"

"Yes, team leader!"

The deciphering experts who were busy at the headquarters were overjoyed to get another garbled phone call from the eavesdropping team.

"Start the supercomputer and compare the two contents!"

Commissioner Alston immediately agreed to the plea of ​​the experts.

Ten minutes later, the UK's "HECToR" supercomputer started to analyze the two intelligence reports at a rate of 100 trillion times per second...

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Time flies, and the sun in the sky has reached the west and is about to fall.

At this time, the chefs of Buckingham Palace have prepared dinner; there are President Obama, Ike, the British Prime Minister and others...

Royal dining room.

As the host, Prince Charles arrived first. Seeing that the table and chairs had been placed, he immediately ordered the palace attendants to invite the guests.

Not long after, Prime Minister Cameron came; senior government officials came; princes and princesses came.

Other than that, there is no one else!

Such an abnormal situation made everyone terrified.

"What's the matter? Where's little Ike? Where's Alice?"

Cameron and others looked at Princess Eugenie, because she was playing with little Ike these days.

Sensing everyone's questioning eyes, Princess Eugenie frowned and said, "This afternoon, Mr. President's bodyguard came to pick up Ike and said: Mr. President is sick and wants him to visit!"

"So, Ike took Miss Alice away! I have no reason to stop!"

After the voice fell, Prime Minister Cameron spoke immediately, and there seemed to be a bit of complaint in his voice.

"Then Her Royal Highness should also inform us!"

Princess Eugenie wanted to cry aggrievedly: "I arranged someone to notify Mr. Prime Minister!"

"Then why didn't I receive..."

At this moment, Cameron's voice paused, and endless horror welled up in his heart.

There are traitors? Buckingham Palace turned out to have a traitor? !

"Quick, find my communications officer! I suspect he has betrayed!"

"Yessir!"

"Prince Charles, please join me and invite Obama and Ike to dinner!"

Prince Charles nodded immediately, and then followed Prime Minister Cameron to the residence of the US personnel in a hurry.

There is a two-story European-style loft.

At this point, it was 6:30pm UK time.

Obama was sitting on the sofa on the first floor, and the movement of looking up at his watch from time to time seemed to indicate that he was not at peace.

As the president of the United States, he is only a second-order officer.

what does that mean?

This means that at critical moments, he needs to stand up and sacrifice to buy time for the first order personnel.

Who is the first sequencer?

Obviously - only Ike!

At this time, Ike was also on the first floor, sitting on the sofa. He stared at Obama intently, as if he wanted to see a flower from Obama.

Obama ignored him.

Seeing that he was ignored, Ike was angry and questioned loudly: "Sir, aren't you sick? How do I feel that you..."

Before the words were finished, at this moment, a huge metal electronic sound shook Ike's soul:

"Warning, native Ike, the computer with the star-rated cyber attack weapon is starting up! Warning, native Ike, the computer with the star-rated cyber attack weapon is starting up! Warning, warning, warning..."

What's the matter? !

Is America crazy? Do they want to launch a cyber-nuclear attack on the British capital?

My god, this is going to start a world war!

"Warning, native Ike, the computer has been started, and the operation interface is opening..."

"Warning, native Ike, the operation interface has been opened..."

...

It's coming, it's coming!

The big watermelon that once shocked the whole world is about to come!

...