Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Chapter 943

Jean-Pierre stopped taking notes. In the small simultaneous interpretation booth in front of him, the air was as still as glue.

Outside the glass wall, Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge, representing the United States, had just finished his near-roaring rebuttal. He even stepped down from his seat, stood in the aisle, and pointed at the trembling soldier crouching on the ground.

"An actor! A pathetic, brainwashed actor!"

"Look at him! He's incoherent and mentally unstable! This proves that he has suffered inhuman abuse and mental control! It was the people of the Dragon Kingdom who used their methods to instill these lies into his mind!"

Rocky turned around, faced all the representatives, opened his arms, and made a gesture of deep sorrow.

"The so-called genetic report? Anyone can print that out! The so-called audio tape? Any Hollywood sound engineer could make it look more realistic! And that tube of green liquid? Who knows if it's just a regular mint soda!"

"This is slander! It's the most shameless frame-up against the United States of America!"

After he finished speaking, he looked around the audience, hoping to receive applause and cheers like before.

But this time, the hall was unusually quiet.

Those allies who had previously been staunch supporters now wore complex expressions. They whispered among themselves, their eyes darting around, constantly exchanging opinions with their assistants. The British representative was writing something in his notebook, while the French representative picked up his water glass and slowly sipped it, his gaze drifting elsewhere.

No one stood up.

Rocky's heart sank. He knew that empty accusations alone could no longer reverse the tide that was turning against him.

Standing beside the podium, Wang Bingnan maintained a polite yet distant smile throughout. He waited until Rocky finished speaking before slowly picking up the microphone in front of him and gently tapping it.

"Boom, boom."

The crisp sound drew everyone's attention back to him.

“Mr. Rocky, I personally understand your doubts and anger.”

Wang Bingnan spoke in a calm tone, as if he were discussing the weather with an old friend.

"After all, it takes tremendous courage to admit that one's country has committed such heinous crimes."

"You said we found an actor. Then may I ask, which Hollywood makeup artist could create these scars on Mr. Kowalski's body overnight, caused by genetic mutation and forced reversal surgery?"

He continued without pausing:

"You say the tape is a forgery. That is indeed possible. Well then, I will play it now. Voices can be faked, but tone of voice and a person's vocabulary habits under extreme circumstances are very difficult to imitate. We can certainly invite the linguistic experts present here to jointly examine whether the accent and vocabulary of the gentleman in the recording who calls himself 'General Smith' match the public speech materials of the Commander-in-Chief of your country's expeditionary force in Cuba."

"As for this sample tube..."

Wang Bingnan raised the glass test tube and gently gestured in the direction of the Chairman.

"Mr. Chairman, I propose again. We can conduct a very simple biological experiment on the spot. Perhaps it's just injecting 0.1 ml into a mouse. I believe that in less than ten minutes, everyone here will be able to see for themselves whether it's 'mint soda' or 'hellish cocktail' that can cause healthy organisms to peel off their skin and deform their bones in seconds."

Every word he uttered was like a precise scalpel, cutting into the most vulnerable spot in Rocky's impassioned speech.

Rocky's face grew increasingly grim. A live injection test? That was tantamount to public suicide! He knew exactly what was in that blue metal barrel.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by Wang Bingnan with a calm gesture.

"of course."

Wang Bingnan looked at Rocky with a "I'm thinking of you" expression on his face.

“I understand Mr. Lodge’s concerns. Verbal evidence, even eyewitness testimony, can be questioned. Recordings can also be considered forged. As for the on-site experiment, some people might say that we secretly switched the samples.”

Human suspicion is endless.

"Therefore, in order to dispel everyone's doubts, and to present the truth in a way that...no one, no country can refute."

"We also prepared one more thing."

Wang Bingnan turned around and nodded to the two young assistants who had been standing still behind him.

The two assistants, a man and a woman, were wearing matching dark blue uniforms with the emblem of the Dragon Kingdom Academy of Sciences on their chests. They carried two briefcases and moved nimbly to the open space in the center of the conference hall.

They opened the box and quickly assembled a device that looked rather strange.

It was a silver-white projector with a tripod structure, but its lens was unusually large, like a complex crystal ball, with countless tiny optical fibers inside that flickered slightly.

"what is this?"

"A movie projector?"

The delegates looked at the futuristic machine with curiosity.

A chilling premonition washed over Rocky. He had an urge to rush up and smash the machine. He didn't know what it was, but he instinctively felt that it contained something that would forever brand him with shame.

The assistants quickly set up the equipment. One of the female assistants pressed a button on the equipment.

"Om-"

A soft, low hum.

The bright lights in the conference hall seemed to be dimmed by an invisible hand, slowly going out. The entire hall was plunged into darkness, with only the crystal ball at the top of the projector emitting a soft white light.

Then, in the air in front of everyone.

The light began to converge.

A gigantic, three-dimensional, and shockingly clear holographic image appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.

The image wasn't flat. It had depth and layers, like a real scene scaled down and brought directly into the room. Everyone present could clearly see every detail in the image from their own perspective.

"My God..."

Jean-Pierre gasped in surprise in the translation booth, covering his mouth. He had only ever seen this technology in movies.

The scene in the video is a chaotic beach filled with makeshift tents. It's dark, and a strong wind is whipping up sand.

Countless soldiers in American uniforms were gathered around a campfire, receiving food and water unloaded from transport planes. They looked demoralized, but their faces still held a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.

The camera zooms in, giving a close-up of an officer opening a case of bottled water. His shoulder insignia reads Lieutenant Colonel.

Castro's pupils contracted slightly. He recognized the scene. It was the American beachhead he had observed countless times through his binoculars.

Rocky's pupils dilated; he could almost recognize the faces of several high-ranking officers in the image—his faction's cronies.

Sounds came through the video: the clamor of the wind and the shouts of soldiers receiving supplies. It all felt so real.

A young soldier walked past the camera and complained to his comrade:

"...Damn, finally something good. We've been eating cold canned food these past few days. I heard that the people on the list can go home tomorrow, and Kowalski even wanted me to take his stamps to his sister."

Upon hearing the name "Kowalski," the soldier crouching on the ground suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.

The scene fast-forwards. The soldiers drink water, eat, party, and then return to their tents to rest.

The night has passed.

As the first rays of dawn touched the campsite, the sounds in the video changed.

The noise was gone, replaced by suppressed, painful groans.

The camera pans through rows of tents and arrives at a medical tent.

A military doctor was frantically trying to hold down a soldier who was convulsing on a cot.

The soldier made a hoarse sound, and his skin, as if scalded by boiling water, began to blister and peel off, revealing a layer of newly formed, sticky, gray tissue underneath.

"...It's a plague! It must be a plague from the jungle!" the army doctor cried out in terror.

"No...it's not a plague."

A calm voice came from the tent entrance.

The camera pans to a colonel standing there, holding a loaded pistol, his face paler than the patients'.

“My God… Dulles, that madman… he really dares to do this…” the colonel muttered to himself.

His walkie-talkie rang.

"Sir! Similar situations have occurred at all the outposts! Zone Two is out of control! They're... they're cannibalizing each other!"

"Seal off...seal off the camp immediately! No one is allowed to leave without my order! This is the highest command!" the colonel roared into the walkie-talkie.

Everyone in the hall held their breath.

Then, the most terrifying scene appeared in the holographic image.

The soldier being held down by the medic suddenly stopped convulsing. His neck turned at an incredible angle, and his eyes, now devoid of pupils and only cloudy yellow, stared intently at the medic.

He suddenly opened his mouth, tearing it open to his ears, revealing his rapidly growing, gleaming white teeth.

"Hungry……"

A low, beast-like growl.

He bit off half of the army doctor's neck.

Blood spurted out, and the image was so clear that one could even see the blood mist spraying out when the artery ruptured.

"what!!!!!"

In the press section at the back of the venue, several female reporters screamed in terror. Some timid delegates even closed their eyes.

This horrific process of turning into a zombie was thus presented to the world with a power that transcends any words, and was incredibly vivid.

"Enough! Turn it off! Turn it off now!"

Ambassador Lodge was nearly driven mad. He lunged at the projector, intending to smash it like a madman. But two tall UN guards immediately stepped forward and unceremoniously restrained him.

Wang Bingnan ignored his roar. He simply said calmly to his assistant:

"Skip to the end."

The screen flashed.

The command tent had been reduced to a mess. Broken documents and overturned tables and chairs littered the floor.

Several high-ranking officers—including the colonel from before—were staring in horror outside the tent. Outside, countless pairs of eyes glowed red, and chilling screams filled the air.

A communications soldier is shouting at the top of his lungs into the radio:

"...Calling 'Noah's Ark'! Calling 'Noah's Ark'! We are surrounded! Requesting immediate evacuation! Repeat! Requesting emergency evacuation!"

A static-filled radio crackled through the air, followed by a cold, emotionless voice:

"...'Noah's Ark' has departed. The generals' orders are that any unit showing 'infection symptoms'... be purged on the spot. Good luck."

"What?!" The communications soldier couldn't believe his ears. "You abandoned us?! Thirty thousand men! You abandoned thirty thousand men! You butchers! Villains!!"

"This is an order."

The radio station was cut off.

Despair. A deathly despair enveloped the entire tent.

The colonel slowly raised his gun. He looked at the endless horde of monsters outside the tent, then at the gun in his hand.

"God... forgive us for the sins we have committed."

There was a gunshot.

The image ends here, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The lights in the conference room were turned back on.

That light, at that moment, was more unbearable than the darkness.

“Wow!!!!!”

The previously quiet meeting room erupted into a deafening roar after a ten-second silence.

Anger, shock, disgust, disbelief... all these emotions intertwined.

Countless delegates stood up, pointing towards the American delegation's section, and loudly rebuked them in their native languages. Although they didn't speak the same language, their expressions of anger were universal.

"murderer!"

"Butcher!"

"This is your 'justice'?!"

The Yugoslavian representative in the wheelchair was trembling with excitement. He took off his leather shoes and threw them at Rocky with all his might.

"Monsters! You are the real monsters!"

Henry Cabot Lodge.

This politician has navigated the diplomatic arena for decades.

He was slumped on the ground, being supported by guards, his tie askew on his shoulder.

His eyes were lifeless, and his mouth was half-open, like a fish out of water.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Lies, dignity, hegemony... were torn to shreds in the face of that vividly clear image, as if it were right before our eyes.

All he could hear was a cacophony of roars, but he couldn't hear anything.

All he heard in that video was the communications soldier's last desperate roar.

"You bunch of butchers!"