Chapter 65: Eagle Sauce is furious! I am the organization; I command you to spread the news at all costs! (Two in one)

Forming a true "Great Wall Watcher" organization was not Lu Ze's sudden idea.

But when he told Daxia everything about the fact that he belonged to an organization, he already had an accurate idea.

"This organization is just a means to cover up my true identity." This is the most important point that Lu Ze is sure of.

With the changing mask and the ultra-micro voice changer, he can use these two technological items together to change his identity every day, and any tracking and reconnaissance methods will be ineffective, even tracking with the naked eye.

Therefore, today he can be the behind-the-scenes leader of the "Great Wall Watcher Organization", and tomorrow he can be the first CEO of the "Great Wall Watcher". He can be a messenger or a powerful figure.

Lu Ze could even transform into any other person in his memory, but this would be very risky. After all, even if the voice and appearance were exactly the same, other people's expressions, language and gestures were not so easy to imitate, and it was extremely easy to reveal flaws.

Strictly speaking, he is the entire "Great Wall Watcher" organization!
In Daxia's eyes, this mysterious organization has a strict structure and countless talented people, but in fact, they may all be "roles" played by Lu Ze.

'As for the others, they are totally unimportant.'

"As long as my true identity is not discovered, that's enough." Lu Ze continued to think.

He didn't care at all whether the members recruited by this organization were useful or not, and whether they could really play a role.

These people were just a cover for him to practice the cloning technology. It was obvious that all this was done by the "Great Wall Watchers" organization hidden behind the Eagle Sauce, and had nothing to do with Lu Ze, an ordinary D-level employee at LLNL.

This is the real purpose of this organization. These members are just decorations placed there. They don’t even have to do anything and don’t know any secrets, but they can attract a lot of hatred for him.

Unless, this "Great Wall Watchmen" organization can really become a super organization hidden behind the Eagle Sauce in the future.

That will be Lu Ze's second development direction for the organization, which is to turn this world dominated by the West upside down. Otherwise, if he gets this system just to copy some technological items to get achievement points, wouldn't that be too boring?

The United States and the Western world have been the boss for too long. The entire third-party world has had enough of their exploitation. Now it is time to change.

“Now, let’s go find the target I chose.” Lu Ze stood up and murmured softly.

He slowly walked out of the confines of the LLNL laboratory and put on a transformation mask and voice changer in a secluded and quiet corner of the forest.

Lu Ze, who was originally in his early twenties, has now turned into a middle-aged white man in his forties. Even his pupils have turned into a dark blue, and he has changed his clothes. He looks like a real old white man now, and even his tone of voice is a strong American southern accent.

The 'new' Lu Ze slowly walked out along the path.

He had already found his target candidates, and there were two of them at the same time.

These were the two ruthless guys from Texas who were accidentally discovered in the square of the small town of Livermore.

One is fat, one is thin; one is white, one is black. There is simply no more suitable candidate than them.

at the same time.

The Pentagon is the highest center of the Eagle Sauce’s military power.

Bursts of furious voices emanated from the office of the Director of Asia-Pacific Security Affairs.

"What's going on? What on earth happened?" A bald white man in his fifties pointed at a man next to him and cursed: "I want to know why the J-20 fighter jet recently revealed by Daxia is so similar in appearance to our F22 fighter jet?"

He pointed at the two pictures of the J-20 fighter jets in the report, and his face turned red: "There is a ghost in the house, did you know?"

"Director Charles, we must be careful about what we say and do." The subordinate quickly persuaded him, "It's just that the aerodynamic layout and fuselage are similar. It shouldn't be due to a data leak."

Fighter jets don't have copyrights for their appearance. So if you can use it, others can't? Let alone the high similarity, even if others copied it 1:1, you have no right to complain.

He added: “And this involves Lockheed Martin and Boeing.”

"At this stage, this matter must not be expanded."

As an assistant, he naturally had to help analyze the interests of this matter as soon as possible.

The most crucial reason here is that your supervisor Charles said that there was a traitor inside the company. So who is this traitor?

The F22 fighter jet was jointly developed by Lockheed Martin, the largest military-industrial complex in the United States as the main contractor, and Boeing, the largest aviation giant.

Are you going to investigate these two companies? Then, Charles, are you too contemptuous of this giant military-industrial complex that provides more than half of the funds to candidates and parties in every election?
Even all the seats of congressmen related to defense are provided by several major military-industrial complexes such as Lockheed Martin and Raytheon.

Now that Lockheed Martin has strongly proposed several times to dismantle the F22 production line, and at this critical juncture when Congress is about to pass this proposal, why would it still cause trouble for others?
What if the F22 production line, which loses billions of dollars every year, cannot be dismantled? What if the F35 project, which can bring tens of billions of dollars in profits every year, is shelved? Do you know how many people's interests are involved? Even the people on Wall Street have a stake in this.

Director Charles and he should not take any means of transportation from now on, as they might be accidentally shot and killed by some gangsters while walking.

"I was certainly a little emotional just now." Charles Brown sat back in his office chair.

"At present, they have only released photos. In fact, this may just be Daxia's bluff."

The assistant's meaning was very clear. The matter had to be handled calmly. Nothing could be decided based on just two photos, whether real or fake.

Even if they really want to cause trouble for Lockheed Martin, it would not be the right time now, and it is certainly not the right time for their Asia-Pacific Security Affairs Office to make the decision.

"I see." Charles Brown nodded. "Submit this matter as 'Undetermined Routine Security Matter'."

They, the Eagle Sauce, often take out some PPT reports to scare people, so it is normal for Daxia to use this method as well.

However, he was secretly worried.

Is this really just Daxia's bluff? Why does he feel that this is more like a "declaration of war"?
Today, only the aerodynamic layout and fuselage are similar. Will all technologies be completely similar in the future? Will it be too late to react then?
Can even the multi-purpose fighter F35 really meet the future air force needs of the United States?

"Damn the military-industrial complex. They'll do anything for the sake of profit." Charles Brown cursed inwardly.

But what else can we do?
Even after he retired, he still had to work as a senior executive in a military-industrial complex enterprise to support his retirement.

In this busy day of the world.

In the faraway Middle East, in an underground tunnel in southern Gaza, boxes of tightly packed items are being transported at an expedited pace.

"Adan, what are these things? Who customized them?" a transporter asked curiously.

Adan shook his head: "I don't know, but it definitely doesn't look like food." They have transported various items before, whether it is food such as fried chicken, cola, etc., or ordinary clothes, mobile phones, and even weapons and ammunition can be secretly transported into the Gaza Strip through the tunnel.

But the item to be transported this time only had a simple number mark 732 on it, which he had never seen before.

"Stop talking, we're going to the ground soon." The leader, a man in his thirties, shouted.

Suddenly, everyone's face showed a trace of seriousness, but no one felt nervous.

In Gaza, tunnels are safe, while the ground is the most dangerous.

They may encounter air strikes from Israel at any time, and the tunnel exits are especially targeted.

Companions die every day as a result. This has become commonplace and most Palestinians have even become numb to it.

Following behind them was a reporter from Al Jazeera who was tracking and filming.

As the most authoritative media in the Arab world, he planned to shoot a video about the difficulties faced by the people of Gaza after being completely blockaded by Israel.

Just as they stepped out of the ground.

Suddenly, objects with bright tails of flames came down from the sky with fierce whistling sounds.

This is an air strike from Israel outside the wall. They should have discovered the tunnel for transporting supplies.

"Get down and find cover!" someone yelled.

Almost everyone instinctively held on to the boxes in their hands and quickly hid in the ruins of the buildings. This was muscle memory that had been experienced hundreds or thousands of times.

They only knew that the cargo being transported this time was extremely important, and they had to transport it back intact even if they had to sacrifice their own lives as a cover.

'boom! boom! '

The sound of explosions filled our ears, and the raised soil buried living people in the rubble. Our noses and mouths were filled with dust.

A minute later, this round of attack ended.

"Adan, Abbas, are you all alive?" the leading man shouted.

"I'm fine. Are you injured?" Adan checked his body and found only some minor scratches.

"I'm fine, my thigh was just scratched by shrapnel." The companion next to him said calmly, turning a blind eye to the blood flowing from his thigh.

Being alive is a great blessing.

The explosion site was more than fifty meters away from them. The supplies were not damaged and all the transportation personnel only suffered minor injuries.

However, just when everyone was feeling relieved for surviving a disaster.

They apparently forgot that there was a reporter filming behind them, and that the attack happened to take place nearby.

Can be imagined.

"Mr. Faris, are you okay?" a soft female voice sounded, sounding terrified.

However, her call did not receive any response at all.

Not even a groan or cry of pain was heard.

Everyone's heart seemed to sink into an icy cave.

"Go find him quickly, he should still be alive."

They are well aware of the importance of war correspondents to Gaza. Even if they can spread a little bit of the tragic situation in Gaza to the world, the Palestinian people will have a glimmer of hope.

This is also why they are willing to accept Al Jazeera's filming and recording process.

Finally, after five minutes of searching, the reporter named 'Faris' was found in a collapsed ruin.

"We'll take you to the hospital right away, Mr. Faris, just hold on." Adan came up to him and said quickly.

"It's too late." Even blinking Faris seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength.

His breathing was very weak at this moment, and the blood he coughed up overflowed from the corners of his mouth and neck. Several shrapnel in his body penetrated his kidneys and abdominal cavity, and large amounts of blood flowed on the ground.

Faris was aware of his condition. He knew that he would not survive to make it to the hospital. The shrapnel had completely shattered his internal organs.

He should have died instantly when he was attacked, but he still had one last mission to complete.

"Ye, please help me." Faris said in a voice as weak as a mosquito.

"Mr. Faris, you said..." The female reporter, whose clothes had the 'CNGT' symbol printed on them, tried to listen closely with tears in her eyes.

She is Ye Ying, the new reporter of CNGT TV station in Palestine.

I have been following Faris recently to learn various interview and filming tasks, but I didn't expect to encounter such a disaster.

"I hope you must send this report back to Al Jazeera and your CNGT TV station in Daxia, so that the whole world can see the tragic situation in Gaza." Faris said this last sentence with all his strength and closed his eyes.

Until the moment of his death, the word 'PRESS' was written on his helmet and vest.

But this is Gaza, and the enemy they face is Israel, which does not care about international norms.

The attack just now was not misdirected, but its main purpose was to kill Faris.

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