My own war game

Chapter 435 Unknown Technology
"Don't look like a human? Is it some kind of rhetoric? To make the other party seem particularly fierce?" This was He Chi's first reaction.

But Celia on the other side shook her head and said softly, "No, I mean it literally. They don't look like humans, or more like aliens."

Then the woman asked in a deep voice, "You have close ties with the KGB, so you must have seen the most advanced technology in the world, right?"

He Chi nodded slightly.

"But have you ever seen a TV that's as thin as cardboard and can fit in your pocket?"

“Have you ever seen materials being stuffed into boxes, like toast, and then turned into standardized parts?”

"Have you ever seen a steel machine that can work according to your instructions just by saying a word?"

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Celia spoke for a long time before she stopped and looked at the Asian in front of her. As expected, she saw an incredible expression on his face.

"You see, I'm just like you. I couldn't imagine these things at the beginning," said the woman.

Celia hadn't quite guessed.

Although He Chi was really surprised, it was different from what the woman expected.

"Flat panel displays, 3D printing, language recognition, and... automation technology? Has someone brought modern technology to this world?" Several thoughts kept arising in the Oriental man's mind. The guy opposite seemed to be getting more and more mysterious.

Celia's face was filled with memories. "The first time I came into contact with them was five years ago. We had just formed a guerrilla force to fight the government army in the mountains. They provided us with a large number of advanced weapons and helped us train soldiers."

"At first, they claimed to be volunteers sent by the Soviet Union, and we believed them. After all, at that time, we could only think of the Soviet Union as the only one who could come up with such advanced weapons."

"We won victory after victory, and the road ahead seemed very bright, but we didn't notice that the soldiers looked at us differently."

"We later discovered that what they believed in was not redism, but some unknown god. They said that the supreme god could grant them technology and victory, provided they had unconditional faith."

He Chi frowned and said, "It sounds weird. Do your people believe it?"

"No one believed them at first, but as they continued to demonstrate their incredible abilities, the lower-level soldiers with low cultural levels began to believe them, and then the squad leaders and lower-level officers..."

Celia sighed, "When I found out that political cadres were also involved, it was too late..."

"The senior commanders were cleared out overnight. Castro's whereabouts are unknown, and Guevara..." The woman shook her head sadly.

"So you ran away?" He Chi continued.

"No, I joined them because I still have unfulfilled responsibilities." At this time, the woman's eyes drifted towards the little girl in the corner.

He Chi on the side said, "But the other party won't believe you like this, right?"

"Of course," the woman said with a self-deprecating smile, "I and a few people around me were sent to the United States to gather information. In fact, it was almost like being exiled. Maybe those guys were hoping that we would be caught by the FBI and shot on the spot."

"So did you know about the Soviet Union's recent deployment of medium-range missiles in Cuba?"

"I heard about it on the news, but honestly I don't think the Soviet Union has such influence on the current Cuban government, and those guys can't become vassals of any country."

He Chi continued to think for a moment and said, "I can return this girl to you, but you have to agree to one condition of mine."

Celia's eyes lit up. "What conditions?"

"I want to go to Cuba, you have to help me." "Sorry, I can't do it." Celia unexpectedly refused.

"why?"

"Due to the blockade by the United States, Cuba is now at the highest level of prevention against smuggling. Even if I wanted to sneak back quietly, I would hardly say anything." Celia replied helplessly.

"Smuggling? Who said we should sneak across the border?"

"Can you still sail in there openly?"

"What I mean is, although I can't sail in openly, I can be arrested in a fair manner."

Speaking of this, Hechi's eyes revealed a cunning light.

"How do you think an American film crew would be treated if they strayed into Cuban waters?"
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Hollywood, the 007 filming center, the assistant knocked on director Houston's door, inquiring eyes followed him, and the actors were all peeking outside.

The entire filming crew was on the verge of collapse. The leading actress and supporting actress kept disappearing, the FBI came to visit every day, and the expected filming progress could not be moved forward after just halfway through.

It was still possible to hold on like this, after all, some independent shots of the male protagonist could be shot in advance, but with the disappearance of investor Mr. Bond, it was all over.

Only one-third of the funds promised by investors in the early stage have been received, and the entire filming is now operating at a deficit. The actors' wages can be settled later, but the costs of film and venue rental cannot wait a moment.

This is America, this is Hollywood, if you have money you can do whatever you want.

Without money, nothing can go well.

In the director's room, the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and bills from all kinds of things were piled up almost a foot high. Houston buried his head on the table and felt that his directorial career seemed to have come to an end.

The movie Monroe had filmed before was a failure, but at least it was made into a movie.

This time, the 007 movie is facing the risk of abortion before it even completes filming. What is lost is not only the investors' money, but also the credibility and reputation accumulated over the years.

He was certain that once word of this failure got out, his career as a director would basically be over.

"Boss, the zoo would like to ask if the previous rent for the lions can be settled." The assistant asked bravely.

"Damn it! Tell them to wait. I'll have funds arriving in three days, and then I'll settle their bill!"

"But sir, that's what you said last time."

"Damn! Then let them wait for another three days. Do I need to say more?!"

The assistant ran out in disgrace, and Houston felt like he was about to explode.

Squeak!

The door opens again.

"FCUK! I said! Don't bother me, whether it's bills or some other damn thing, get out!" Houston started to trash talk the guy at the door endlessly.

An unexpected voice came from the doorway. "Well, man, it looks like you don't need the green Franklin anymore?"

It was just a simple sentence, but it sounded like heavenly music to director Houston's ears.

(End of this chapter)