17 minutes? There are chips inserted in the head here?

This was Wu Qingchen's first feeling when he grabbed the document, because it could no longer be said to be a document, but a book with sixteen-page volume and at least two hundred pages.

There was no time wasted, Wu Qingchen quickly turned on the first page, jumped to the second page, and quickly followed the third page...

This speed is not because Wu Qingchen has the ability to remember everything at a glance, but because Wu Qingchen can't understand it at all.

After the emergency that Li Ziping repeatedly emphasized when he was "simple explanation", Wu Qingchen had already thought that the voting rules in his hand were probably the simplest version, but after turning many pages, Wu Qingchen had basically not found a few sentences that he could fully understand from the densely packed professional vocabulary, abbreviations that he didn't know at all, and the natural quotations of the articles.

What's more...what if you understand it?

Wu Qingchen pulled bitterly at the corner of his mouth. Wu Qingchen was not mentally prepared for why his dream at noon was played simultaneously around the world, and it was even less likely that he would have any explanation.

I have neither picked up alien meteorites nor turned into yellow ancient books, nor bought cheap unknown items. My life in the past month is almost no different from that in the last month, last month, or even half a year.

Why is this happening? Why is it me?

Thinking of the army's tight seal on his room, Wu Qingchen already understood that the answer to this question is probably the whole world wants to know.

Even though the situation was so tense along the way, Wu Qingchen never thought that he could attract the UN Security Council, and he never thought that the things he committed could be compared with threatening peace, undermining peace, and invading other countries.

Wu Qingchen, who often reads the news, learned that although the UN Security Council is just a decoration most of the time, once the five permanent members reach an agreement, it will be the only legal institution in the world that has the right to take compulsory military actions.

Tragically, there is no suspense about whether the five permanent members will reach an agreement - this agenda itself was jointly proposed by them.

Thinking of this, even Wu Qingchen already understood the simple intentions of the so-called agenda and the so-called voting:

There are unprecedented visions of the global sky at the same time, and the situation of human beings being injured in the global sky at the same time is of great importance;

It is related to the direct security of all mankind around the world. In order to avoid uncontrollable panic and large-scale riots, the five permanent members have to invite the young men who are usually good at making soy sauce to participate collectively and openly handle it to calm their hearts. As for the handling plan and the implementation process, the younger men only need to continue their own jobs - to be responsible for soy sauce.

After understanding this, Wu Qingchen also understood the final vote in advance: experimenting on himself is destined.

What's even more terrifying is that your future is probably destined.

Thinking of the words "huge losses" and "tragedy" that Li Xiaoping frowned and corruption...

Although Wu Qingchen has not been interrogated or interrogated except for the confirmation of his identity at the door of his house, this poor man, who is not too slow, has clearly seen his tomorrow:

A small room covered with plastic soft panels from the floor to the ceiling, a soft bed covered with restraint belts, no sharp angles and straight edges, a toothbrush and rice fork that will be bent with a little force, and a guard treatment that is hundreds or thousands of times higher than that of a mentally ill patient with a strong tendency to commit suicide.

Wu Qingchen can enjoy this advanced rice insect life without applying for it.

Of course, it is even more impossible to refuse.

Wu Qingchen was wandering, and several people walked out of the side door of the small hall. The man walking in front held several documents in his hands: "Minister Li, the fax I just received is the result of the recognition."

Li Ziping nodded and took it, looked at it quickly, held the microphone and knocked it: "Mrs., this is the authorized fax just sent by twenty-five countries. It has passed the review of the Security Council Secretariat, among which the designated representatives present voted on behalf of the representatives..."

Most of the gentlemen and ladies in the audience continued to bury their heads nervously or argue fiercely with each other, and only a small number of people raised their heads.

"St. Vincent and the Grenadines appointed Mr. Thor Johnson to vote on behalf of the vote. Thor Johnson, do you accept it?... The Republic of the Gambia appointed Mr. Thor Johnson to vote on behalf of the vote. Thor Johnson, do you accept it?... The Republic of the Costa Rica appointed Mr. Thor Johnson to vote on behalf of the vote..."

Thirteen consecutive countries entrust the same person to vote. Following Li Ziping's sight, Wu Qingchen saw a slightly fat Western man with sparse hair standing up and nodding. The nameplate in front of him also contained Chinese and English lines of text. The Chinese part below was "U.S. Ambassador to China Thor Johnson."

USA……

The scene in front of him undoubtedly further confirmed Wu Qingchen's guess and also made Wu Qingchen's heart heavier.

Obviously, everyone else understood what was going on. Li Ziping finished thirteen commissions in a formal manner, and Thor Johnson, with sparse hair, formally expressed his acceptance of the commission one by one. Both parties even gave up, or pretended to be surprised. Thor Johnson did not put down the phone on the way, and kept communicating with the other side of the phone from time to time.

Following the United States Consul Thor Johnson, Li Ziping made several voting jobs for representatives from China, Russia, Britain and France.

When the fax in his hand turned to the last page, Li Ziping's expression finally changed. Her eyebrows squeezed into one piece and carefully read the document several times.

The strange situation immediately attracted the attention of the French ambassador Piesipal, who seemed to be still waiting for the last commission, and soon spread to more than a dozen assistant bureaucrats around Sipal. These people looked at Sipal strangely, followed his gaze and looked at Li Ziping, who was frowning and silently stopped talking to each other.

There were representatives of France in several rows next to it. I found that there was no movement in the central area and I stopped busy and paid attention to it. This situation spread all the way, and I didn’t know what happened at a further distance, but I found that the people around me suddenly became quiet, and I said half of my words and half of my work stopped abruptly.

What happened?

The venue was a little quiet for the first time. On the rostrum, Li Ziping, who was frowning, put down his microphone and whispered with his portable headset. He seemed to be communicating with the backstage and confirming, and seemed to be reporting to the senior management.

It is quite rare for diplomats to have such situations, but the representatives present had encountered countless rare things today. No one was surprised, but they just moved their eyes from Li Ziping's face to the last document in Li Ziping's hand.

After at least five minutes, the exchange was about to come to an end. Li Ziping finally unveiled the last document that was noticed by everyone again: "The Republic of Sierra Leone appointed Mr. Wu Qingchen as a vote. Mr. Wu Qingchen, do you accept it?"

I...

Wu Qingchen's eyes suddenly widened.

The audience was in an uproar, and countless people reported loudly to the phone number that had already dialed in their hands, and more people gathered together to discuss urgently.

What kind of bird country is Sierra Leone? Is the country's brains damaged on its belly?

Wu Qingchen knew that there were some strange bird countries on the earth. Perhaps they were bullied in history, or that modern society was subject to exploitation, and their daily hobbies were to oppose the great powers of the United Nations, as if the purpose of joining the United Nations was to make things difficult for the great powers.

Wu Qingchen never thought of another thing: in addition to attracting the Security Council, he will one day become a ladder for this bird country to realize its self-worth and a tool for the big country to cause trouble.

"Mr. Wu Qingchen, do you accept it?" Wu Qingchen was shocked when Li Ziping asked again in a formal manner.

"I accept it!"

With such a silent answer, the person who was surprised was replaced by Li Ziping.

Accept it! Why not?

If there are too many lice, there will be no itch, and if there are too many debts, Wu Qingchen, who is already numb, responds in one go.

A vote fell from the sky, no matter how few it was, it could at least make me make some of my own voice! Wu Qingchen was secretly ruthless, wishing that his own tiny vote would have the veto power and could directly avoid human experiments against him.

However, just a few seconds later, Wu Qingchen's expression suddenly froze again: If the five major countries' plans were to fail the vote, so they would keep themselves in captivity in the name of security and study for the rest of their lives...

Wu Qingchen shuddered without exploring the greatest malicious intention to speculate on the will of the country.

No, I want to vote for it!

The result of the failure of the vote is to be sure and to be sure for 100% secure for a lifetime!

After the vote is passed, there is a front-line opportunity... Maybe the situation at noon is just a chance? Maybe I am injured again and will not implicate all mankind? Maybe I will be closed for more than ten or twenty years, and this situation will disappear? Maybe I still have a chance to let it go?

A tragic life does not need explanation, so I firmly vote for human experiments on myself...

Even in such an environment and facing a tragic future, Wu Qingchen's heart is still indescribable.

At this time, Li Ziping beside Wu Qingchen had already finished a little shocked and began to use his portable headset to communicate with several people.

A few minutes later, Li Ziping nodded helplessly, ended another call, and turned to Wu Qingchen: "Mr. Wu Qingchen, from now on, your opinion represents the opinion of the Republic of Sierra Leone. Please vote carefully."

Without waiting for Wu Qingchen's answer, Li Ziping had already pressed a few keys and ordered the headset again: "Prepare a voting machine."

Soon, a young man, who was about a staff member, appeared quickly at the side door of the Great Hall of the People with a small box in his hands. Several soldiers stopped the young man. The young man knew how to open the small box and took out the voting device. Several small instruments immediately came to the side of the voting device.

"Dididi...Dididi...Dididi..."

A harsh and urgent alarm sounded sharply.

Chapter 6 Sudden Greetings (Part 2)

The faces of more than a dozen soldiers in the small hall changed suddenly. Two soldiers standing by the door quickly pushed up the side door. From the last gap, the three people on the rostrum saw that the soldiers standing next to the young man had quickly grabbed the voter and threw it into the corner of the wall. They grabbed the young man's hair with both hands and pressed them to the ground. At least ten guns of various types pointed at the young man's head instantly.

"Bang……"

Through the side door that had been completely closed, standing in an instant, he opened his hands behind Li Ziping and Liu Tao in front of him, a dull explosion sounded in Wu Qingchen's ear.

Perhaps after a long time, or perhaps just a moment, the side door of the hall slowly opened again.

Wherever you see, the hall was already in a mess. The young man who was pulled to the ground disappeared. Instead, he was filled with wood chips and plastic fragments. Many messy footprints and a long drag mark were trampled on it. Several weak petals were floating in the air. The door of the hall had just opened, and a thick dust and a pungent burnt smell entered the venue at the same time.

Someone wants to kill me! Who wants to kill me?

Looking at the dark scorched marks in the corner of the wall, a series of things passed by Wu Qingchen's mind like lightning.

Entrust...accept...vote...vote...bomb...assassination...

With a simple and straightforward trap and a fierce and direct method, Wu Qingchen's face turned pale.

Someone wants to kill Wu Qingchen! Who wants to kill Wu Qingchen? Who wants to die with all mankind?

Looking at the thick dust and smelling the pungent burnt smell, the Great Hall of the People was silent, everyone's face turned pale, and everyone turned their doubtful eyes around.

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Almost at the same time, Wu Qingchen's assassination was no more than half a minute, at 13:52 pm, Moscow, Russia, the Kremlin.

"Pong..."

The phone hit the wall and broke into pieces.

"This is a war! This is a declaration of war on the 160 Russian nations! Leonid, what are you waiting for? Didn't you hear it? This is a war! Go out and draft your documents! Prepare to declare war on Sierra Leone!"

Amid the huge roar of the Russian Prime Minister, Foreign Minister Leonid quickly withdrew from the conference room.

"Vitalier, Belfshka, call your subordinates to prepare for the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Boris, order the Black Sea Fleet, the Northern Fleet, the Pacific Fleet to leave the port, order the Caspian Fleet, the Second Fleet to approach the southern coast of the Atlantic Ocean..."

"Prime Minister, the Second Fleet is insufficient funding, and many ships lack maintenance..."

"Sink wherever you can drive! Whoever moves the money from the boat to your home will turn the boat into whose coffin!"

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Five minutes after Wu Qingchen's assassination, on the other side of the earth, at 5:57 am Eastern Time, Washington, USA, underground bunker.

The young adjutant stumbled and turned several corners, and the fax in his hand was tightly clamped and the temperature of the printer was the end of the corridor. An old soldier was dressed in military uniform and four gold emblems were inlaid on his shoulders.
To be continued...