Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 90 Big News
Subtitle of this chapter: The terrifying king descends from the sky
The most famous of these companies is the Pinkerton Detective Agency, which is also the first private detective agency in the U.S. Although it is called a "detective agency", their detectives all carry machine guns and drive armored vehicles. They are said to have more guns than the U.S. Army. It is effortless to chase a few wanted criminals. Of course, they are also very good at suppressing striking workers.
However, they could only deal with criminals who robbed railways and banks and workers who were on strike. Once a case of collusion between officials and businessmen occurred, machine guns and armored vehicles were of no use.
So in 1908, Roosevelt authorized his Attorney General to set up a small official detective agency called the BOI., which is the predecessor of the FBI (renamed in 1935), is only 12 years old.
The BOI could not really play a role until John Edgar Hoover took office in 1924. This secret homosexual controlled the FBI for nearly half a century, and his power was beyond the reach of even the presidents. He had access to the secret scandals and private privacy of several generations of American politicians, such as Marilyn Monroe and JFK (President Kennedy) sleeping with his brother. He even had nude photos of FDR's wife!
So the current BOI is just a decoration. No wonder those guys who BOOM Wall Street in history can get away with it. Is there any justice in this world? Terrorists who killed dozens of people can actually escape the law...
Hey, the dead are Americans, it's none of my business. In the later terrorist attack that killed more than 2,000 Americans, people all over the world were really happy. Of course, except for a few "I am an American tonight" saintly bitches…
Wait, won't those "American Cent Saint Bitch" be my disciples in the future? I am the one who wants to be a master of neoclassical liberalism, how can I look down on those idiots...
Well, it's better to have someone who can be your disciple than someone who can't even understand the joke. Besides, they are not necessarily stupid. I just don't know if there will be a National Endowment for Democracy or the Ford Foundation to give them subsidies in this timeline...
"Mr. Yuan? Mr. Yuan!"
"Ah, Mr. Lyndon, where were we?"
"It's my turn to ask questions."
"Okay, okay, please."
Lin Dengwan was playing with the walking stick in his hand. Suddenly he looked up and stared at Yuan Yanshu with cold eyes. He suddenly asked in a serious tone, "Mr. Yuan, there is a saying that you must know. There is no free lunch in the world. Your organization sent you to rescue one of our comrades and gave us a book. So what do you want from us? You should know this."
I don't know that's not a good idea. If I'm of no use at all, this guy might just stab me to death with one arrow.
Our Master Yuan met the other party's sharp eyes and nodded naturally, saying: "I know a little bit. Our SCP Foundation is going to make a big news. I wonder if your organization is interested in cooperating?"
The anarchist fighter inadvertently revealed a trace of contempt in the corner of his eyes, and asked in a somewhat exaggerated tone: " Oh, what kind of big news is this?"
Yuan Yan finally couldn't bear it any longer and cursed in her heart, "What a jerk you are! You're so arrogant just because you blew up Wall Street?"
Let me, the master of horror, teach you, the terrorist, how to make big news!
Yuan Yanshu himself could not feel that after his SAN value decreased a little, his mood began to become a little unstable, and his addiction to showing off was getting stronger and stronger. Now his mind was full of thoughts on how to convince the other party.
But what kind of big news should we make? Is it something like 9/11?
But what to do in 1920 when big news like 9/11 happened?
The plane that crashed into the building was a Boeing 747, a large passenger plane carrying more than 100 tons of jet fuel. Nowadays, a small plane like this will only break a few windows when it crashes into a building, so...
Wait, if planes don’t work, there are boats.
"Master Ball, help me search for that... that mountaineering bag crash."
"Host, it's the Hindenburg crash, not the mountaineering bag of the women's mountain range.. "
"Master Ball, it's already this hour, and you're still talking to me about big-breasted cute girls?"
Our Master Yuan read through the search results as quickly as possible and raised his middle finger to Linden Wan... He found out that he was wrong, so he quickly changed to his index finger and pointed to the sky with a confident smile on his face.
The anarchist fighter looked up at the roof and asked in confusion: "Comrade Yuan, what do you mean by this?"
Upon hearing this question, Yuan Yan recited a few lines of poetry: "The terrible king descended from the sky, causing King Angramea to be resurrected, and Mars ruled the world in the name of happiness. "
Unfortunately, the person in front of him was not an expert in mysticism like Master Ai Shouyi, and he could not understand the meaning of these sentences at all, so he looked at Master Yuan in confusion.
Yuan Yan suddenly stood up and opened the door to the kitchen, and looked out. Zhuang Kunlun was still reading his book "The Anarchist's Cooking Handbook", and sister Vivian put on her apron and started cleaning.
He locked the door, sat down next to Lindenwan, and lowered his voice: "Comrade Linden, do you know the Kirov... um, Zeppelin?"
"Led Zeppelin..." The anarchist fighter was still confused at first, but he immediately reacted and said word by word: "Zeppelin!"
His face was distorted as he shouted, "You are going to...Oh my God!"
Even the man who had caused the 916 explosion jumped in surprise when he heard such big news. He walked around the small kitchen with his hands behind his back for a few rounds, then turned back and asked again in a low voice with a serious expression, "So are you going to..."
Do you want me to look down on you? If I want to make a big news, I might as well make it bigger!
Master Yuan had a typical Oriental mysterious smile on his handsome face.
