The Fourth Disaster Begins at the Dawn of the Millennium

Chapter 88: Suharto, Your Life Ends Here (Part 1)

"@All members, this is a one-way mission. The mission requires us not to involve Giant God Company in this matter in any way."

"I know, I know. It's just a matter of seeing you in 24 hours. What's the big deal?"

This day was no different from any other day before it. Stores on the streets were smashed, arson and looting were frequent, and smoke and flames rose and fell in every corner of the city. Abandoned vehicles, burned houses,

Buildings, stray dogs and terrified people. At the same time, in some corners of the city, several carefully planned kidnappings are taking place.

case.

When the hospital's ambulance arrived at the destination, the doctors and nurses were dumbfounded, because there was no one in need of help at the destination. There was only a group of burly men who dragged them into a small dark room, knocked them out one by one, tied them up, and then the players took off their white coats and put them on themselves.

"The Indonesian military will be furious. We are doing in Jakarta what we did in Dili!"

But what the players did in Jakarta this time was actually more outrageous than what they did in Dili.

It was evening, and the dim lights in the distance highlighted the silhouette of a small transport plane on the apron. The military transport plane was quietly parked here, waiting for the ammunition to be unloaded. Inside the cabin, the pilot was lazily leaning on the driver's seat, his tired eyes half open and half closed.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting outside, mixed with several painful groans. The pilot immediately ran out of the cockpit and looked behind the fuselage, and then saw several figures entangled in the tail of the plane. Under the dim light, several ground crew members were fighting fiercely with Indonesian army soldiers. Of course, it was more of a one-sided crushing than a fight. The battle was decided in the blink of an eye. The ground crew used sharp bayonets to execute the soldiers smoothly. Some were stabbed several times, each time fatal. Some were cut across the throat by the bayonet, and blood gushed out, forming a red arc in the dark; there were also soldiers whose eye sockets were pierced by the bayonet pulled out by the ground crew, and they fell straight down.

Then, after doing all this, the ground crew all turned their eyes to the stunned pilot.

The pilot's breathing suddenly became rapid, as if he had stared into the eyes of a tiger in the wild. He turned around abruptly and ran back to the cockpit to close the door, but before he could close the door, a ground crew member rushed in. There was still blood on his face from when he had just cut someone's throat, and it was so horrible that it was indescribable. The next second, the bayonet that had just cut the throat was placed on the pilot's neck again.

"You are not ground crew, who are you?" the pilot asked in panic.

"You'll know once you get to the sky. Take off quickly, or I'll kill you right now."

"The plane hasn't been fully refueled yet, so it can't fly very far." "Stop the bullshit! Take off immediately!"

It was a sultry night, and the sky over Jakarta was covered with black clouds.

Under the clouds, it seemed to foreshadow the coming storm. The Suharto family's residence seemed to be isolated from the chaos of the outside world and seemed particularly quiet. The roar of a car engine in the distance broke the tranquility.

Quietly, luxury cars drove in one after another, and important members of the Suharto family also entered the mansion one after another.

The Suharto family has been in charge of Indonesia for decades.

His power, connections and wealth are extraordinary. Compared with him, Max of the Philippines is nothing but a small witch compared to him.

The situation is very similar to the desperate situation of the last Marcos government in 1986. The Marcos family was corrupt and had poor economic management. The presidential election elected the opposition leader, Mrs. Aquino, as president.

Marcos not only refused to acknowledge the uprising, but also launched a military crackdown. Later, the military defected and the Marcos government fell.

Suharto seemed to be following in Marcos' footsteps. But just as the Marcos family later returned to the political stage, although Suharto stepped down, the Suharto family will not stay away from Indonesian politics.

The new Indonesian government will certainly liquidate the Suharto family, but it is impossible for the new government to completely liquidate the Suharto family.

The influence of the military still exists.

Suharto will discuss with his family members the next response measures at the meeting tonight to see which wealth can be "confiscated", which wealth needs to be retained, which positions can be handed over, and which

These core positions of power need to be continued to be held by our own people.

Of course, this was an unpleasant meeting overall. After all, everyone used to sit together happily to share the spoils, but now they have to give up power. It would be strange if they were happy. Suharto encouraged everyone

There will be a chance to make a comeback in the future, but many of you here don’t know when it will happen, ten years, twenty years?

For example, General Prabowo has been stripped of his military power and sent to serve as the principal of the Staff School.

I thought that after more than 20 years, I would have the chance to become the president of Indonesia...

Just when the meeting was at a critical juncture, there was a commotion outside. Suharto's guard captain suddenly rushed in and shouted: "Sir, get out of here quickly!"

"what happens?"

"Plane! A plane is about to hit us!"

"What?"

I don't know if it is because of the recent chaos in Indonesia that has led to the management chaos.

Because, or the Indonesian military has always had such a "loose ground feeling", when the transport plane was hijacked and took off, the 6 aircraft from the Indonesian Air Force took off to intercept it. Logically speaking, the transport plane did not have much fuel, and its flying speed was much slower than that of the fighter plane. It would be intercepted by the fighter plane if it could not fly out of Indonesia.

But this transport plane was not meant to escape from Indonesia, and it did not fly very high. After reaching a certain height, it stopped increasing its altitude and instead accelerated as fast as it could to fly towards its destination. Oh, that's right.

In other words, it means crashing into someone head-on.

In the cockpit of the transport plane, the pilot who refused to lower the plane to dive has been killed by the player. The next leg of the flight is a dive acceleration, and there is no need to land safely. So what's the point of killing the pilot? The player controls the plane and moves forward towards the building.

hit it.

"Are the explosives ready?"

"Definitely no problem! It's a pity that the plane didn't have much fuel, otherwise the explosion effect might be better."

"It's okay, it's enough! See you in 24 hours, brothers!" At this time, "salute" emoticons began to flood the player chat group. As the plane collided with the building, Suharto's residence collapsed like a building block in a violent explosion. The soldiers and officers stationed outside Suharto's residence were all dumbfounded.

"God, the enemy came here by plane. Who could have thought that..."

"Hurry up and save people! Put out the fire! Why are you still standing there?"

The Indonesian soldiers, awakened from their dreams, immediately took action. Meanwhile, in the dark, the players, already wearing white coats, were ready in the ambulance. "Let's go, let's go finish off the enemy!"

Chapter 89: Suharto, Your Life Ends Here (Part 2)

The roar was getting closer and louder, as if something huge was approaching rapidly. Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed from the window, illuminating the entire night sky. Then, a deafening explosion resounded through the sky, and the entire mansion seemed to be pushed violently by an invisible force and shook violently.

The lights went out instantly, and the place was plunged into darkness and chaos. Suharto, who was fleeing with the captain of the guard, felt his body lighten, and was blown away by the shock wave of the explosion, falling heavily to the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his back and a buzzing in his ears.

Everything in front of him was blurry. He struggled to stand up, but the severe pain made it almost impossible for him to move. He barely opened his eyes and tried to see clearly what was around him.

What came into view was a sea of ​​fire, the raging fire engulfed the entire mansion, the flames lit up the night sky red, and illuminated every desperate face.

Suharto was lucky. He did not die in the immediate explosion, thanks to his captain of the guard who desperately protected him with his body at the last moment, protecting Suharto from the flying broken bricks and aircraft parts. As a price, the captain of the guard himself was pierced by these things and died in pain.

Compared to Suharto's luck, his other family members were not so lucky. The eldest son was lying on the ground, his chest pierced by a part of the plane, blood gushing out, his eyes full of pain and unwillingness. His eyes met Suharto's, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he closed his eyes weakly.

Suharto's daughter was trapped under the collapsed wall, with her legs pinned down, unable to move. The flames quickly spread to her body, and she let out a heart-wrenching scream, struggling to escape, but to no avail. The blazing flames devoured her body, and her screams gradually faded, eventually disappearing in the sea of ​​fire.

This was the first time that a bloody situation befell the Suharto family. Once upon a time, such pain was inflicted by them on others. It was not that Suharto had not seen such cruel and bloody scenes, but at that time Suharto was not moved at all, let alone shed tears, because that was what he did, just like a butcher who had killed hundreds of pigs would not have emotional fluctuations because of the livestock that were about to be slaughtered.

But when such a situation happened to his relatives, Suharto could not help shedding "crocodile tears". He would not regard the tens of millions of "troublemakers" he killed as his own kind, but his own relatives were certainly regarded as his own kind. The tragic death of his relatives not only made Suharto sad, but also made him panic. He was afraid that he would die in such pain.

Suharto wanted to flee from here quickly, but his leg was broken or something, and he could not stand up despite the severe pain. He roared and asked the guards around him to carry him away, but there was no one around Suharto.

There was one person who was still standing, but he was either dead or seriously injured like him. There was nothing he could do except wait for rescue.

At a certain moment, Suharto suddenly felt that Allah had not abandoned him. You see, even in such a terrorist attack, he still escaped. This was Allah telling him that he still had a mission to fulfill. The next second, Suharto vaguely heard the sound of an ambulance, which was getting closer and clearer. Suharto thought, this time, his life was saved. Everything today seemed to show that he was still the luckiest person...

"Even if my son, daughter and wife are gone, as long as I am still here, I will still have them, as long as I am alive..." Suharto thought so, and then suddenly burst out with all his strength, shouting to the ambulance: "Doctor! I am Suharto! Come and save me immediately! I am Suharto!"

"Father-in-law! Stop shouting..."

Suharto suddenly heard a familiar voice. It was his son-in-law Prabowo. Prabowo tied his shirt around his abdomen and thighs to stop the bleeding. He limped towards Suharto and said in a low voice: "They are not doctors..."

"What's the meaning.…."

"They came too fast..."

Suharto did not understand what his son-in-law meant at first, then suddenly thought of something, and was so scared that his hair stood on end. But Suharto realized it too late. Suharto turned his head sharply, and saw that the injured who had just asked the doctors for help were now lying on the ground motionless, and the scalpels held by the doctors were still dripping with blood. The doctors holding scalpels were walking quickly towards Suharto's position. Prabowo, who was from the special forces, also reacted quickly. Not only did he endure the severe pain, he also grabbed Suharto's collar with one hand and took out a pistol with the other hand to shoot at the doctors.

“Bang—bang—” “Da da da da—”

Prabowo fired two shots in succession. Although the distance was not far, it was difficult to be very accurate when shooting with a pistol while moving while injured. Prabowo might have hit a doctor, one of whom obviously staggered a few steps, but more doctors took out automatic rifles and fired at Prabowo.

Prabowo's blood splashed on Suharto's face. The once glorious lieutenant general finally died at the hands of an unknown person. The last person who could protect Suharto died. Doctors with assault rifles gathered around and teased Suharto: "Are you sad? Your minions are really loyal. But don't worry, we will send you to hell to see him soon. Once there, you can give him a medal to reward his loyalty."

"Who are you? Who do you obey? Please tell me, I am just a dying man..." Suharto asked with a deathly pale face as he was about to die.

"We are from Giant God Company, our big boss is Lindenwan... You must know us. We killed many of your subordinates in Jakarta and East Timor."

Suharto: "Now it can finally be confirmed that the East Timor incident was also your doing... As for the Giant God Company and Lindenwan... Don't fool a dying man like me. They are just white gloves. Tell me, are you under the command of the Pentagon? Or are you under the leadership of the White House?"

The players, too lazy to answer, lifted Suharto up, took out a strong rope and put it around Suharto's neck. They then found a suitable place to hang him in the half of the mansion that had not collapsed. Suharto's hands were tied behind his back, and the knot was tightly around his throat. Suharto felt suffocated, his face became even paler, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"The international method of executing Class A war criminals is usually hanging. We will execute you in advance on behalf of the millions of people who were killed by you and are looking forward to your death. As for the trial process, we can make up for it later. Suharto, although your life has ended here, the lives of millions of people have been reborn from now on. Life"

Suharto's body was suddenly pulled up, his feet off the ground, and his neck was tightly strangled by the noose. A low groan came out of his throat, and his body twitched violently. His legs kicked helplessly in the air, and his hands struggled to grab something, but could only wave in the air in vain. The blood vessels on his face bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were open, as if he wanted to breathe, but he couldn't make any sound.

Finally, Suharto's struggles gradually weakened, his body began to become stiff, his legs stopped kicking, and his hands drooped weakly. The player moved closer and continued to shoot at Suharto's head, heart and other parts, while making fun of him: "This is the first time I've done a hanging, it's a bit rough, it took a while, you can go to the King of Hell and give us a bad review."

Chapter 90 Who Killed Suharto

"Which organization do you think was involved in the killing of Suharto? Options:

A. Anti-Suharto forces in the Indonesian military

B. Indonesian "democrats" who will kill your whole family after they come to power C. Islamic extremists

D. "Separatist" guerrillas (Eastern Revolution Front) F. Foreign armed groups (Giant God Company)"

This joking survey first appeared in a newspaper in Los Angeles, and then spread from the United States to many places in the world, such as Hong Kong and Singapore. The media has always liked to eat "human blood steamed buns" for popularity. As long as customers are happy to see such fun, the media will do it. Among the options, the last option, Giant God Company, was the most selected. In particular, many people who relied on the security services of Giant God Company to save their lives during the riots firmly believed that it must have been done by Giant God Company.

Of course, in public, Giant God Company's CEO Zhang Xiatian firmly opposed this statement.

He said that Jushen Company is just a company that provides security services.

We only provided security and education services in Jakarta. The demise of the Duoxiaokouto family is their internal affairs in Indonesia and has nothing to do with us. You want to accuse us, where is the evidence? Do you have someone or no evidence? Zhang Xiatian said:

"In addition, due to the strong opposition from the Indonesian government, we may have to reduce or even withdraw our security services in Indonesia.

It is still regrettable that the Indonesian government is squeezing out companies that provide quality security services. This is worrying for many people in the country because they have no way to provide security. A country that cannot even provide the most basic security

What will happen to the business environment of the country? This can be seen from the large number of Chinese people and Chinese businessmen leaving the country and withdrawing their capital. Imagine if Mr. Suharto hired Giant Security to provide protection services instead of trusting his military and police, then he would probably not have died, right?

The new Indonesian government continues to strongly protest against the bizarre statements of Giant Security, but who cares?

The sudden collapse of the Suharto family was like dropping a bomb on the political world. Not only in Indonesia, but also in the world political arena, everyone guessed that Suharto would step down, but no one would have thought that

Suharto and his family members will be "killed" from this world in such a tragic way.

That month, Suharto's cobbled-together body was finally placed in a coffin, and the new Indonesian government gave Suharto a grand funeral.

A state funeral was held in Indonesia. Hundreds of honor guards carried Suharto's body on a flower-covered road. The new Indonesian president recounted Suharto's achievements at the funeral and called on the people of the country to pay high respects to him.

"Pregnant!"

When the new president of Indonesia made those shameless remarks, countless people in front of the TV and radio vomited at this scum of the world.

But generally speaking, the story has developed to this point, and everyone is proud of the ending and can accept it.

As we have seen, "good things will be rewarded to good people, and bad things will be punished to bad people", Suharto, the butcher with blood on his hands, did not have a good end.

In Dili, Baucau and across East Timor, thousands of East Timorese cheered as they learned of Suharto's death.

After more than 20 years of desperate war with Suharto, East Timor finally won the victory. They saw the greatest

The enemy died painfully, which is enough to comfort the hearts of many people.

When the news of Suharto's death reached the ears of the Tongan Revolutionary Front guerrillas, the entire military camp seemed to be ignited in an instant. At first, there were a few irrepressible cheers, and then more voices joined in, and finally

The door of the barracks was thrown open, and the guerrillas poured out like a tide, with each of them smiling.

Overflowing with joy that is difficult to conceal.

The guerrillas rushed to the playground, waving their hands and shouting loudly, as if to release all the joy in their hearts. Some were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes, some hugged each other, and some even rolled on the ground, venting their excitement to their heart's content. The playground was filled with joy.

The whistle music on duty 2 joined the crowd of people celebrating. . 1 million x to jump

He threw his military cap into the air, then joined the dance with great joy.

In the jumping crowd.

At this moment, several players passed by the edge of the playground to see why these friendly NPCs suddenly "ran into chaos". Their appearance attracted the attention of the guerrillas. The guerrillas swarmed in.

On the stage, the players will take the characters that the Sinu Xiu family has come to watch and throw them into the carnival crowd.

They were thrown into the air one by one and then caught steadily.

I don't know who started it first, but the chaotic cheers were gradually replaced by neat singing:

"Motherland, Motherland, our country East Timor, glory to the heroes of the liberation cause,

We fight back colonialism, we cry out:

Down with imperialism! Free lands must not be occupied. In the fight against the enemy of the people, imperialism, we must unite firmly and courageously and move forward! Walk on the road of revolution until the final victory!"