My whole family is involved in diplomacy, so you dare to flex your muscles?

"Oh? Is that so?"

Gu Yun tilted her head, a look of "Oh, I see" on her face.

"Mr. Scott is indeed an expert; his analysis is very insightful. It seems we still have a long way to go."

He actually... admitted it?

Scott was taken aback; he hadn't expected Gu Yun to "give in" so easily.

This isn't like him at all!

Just as Scott was feeling a mix of doubt and smugness, Gu Yun changed the subject.

"However..."

Gu Yun looked at him with a smile, a smile that Scott found more terrifying than the devil.

"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

You say it's fake, I say it's real, we could argue here for ten thousand years and still not reach a conclusion.

"How about..."

Gu Yun stretched out his finger and casually zoomed in on a map on his touchscreen.

That area is a blue expanse of water deep in the Pacific Ocean, with no islands or land on it.

Then, he drew a small red cross on it with his finger.

At the same time, a series of latitude and longitude coordinates were clearly displayed on the large screen.

XX degrees XX minutes North latitude, XXX degrees XX minutes East longitude.

"This place is about three thousand kilometers away from here. I think it should be within the monitoring range of one of your military satellites, right?"

Gu Yun looked up at Scott, whose expression was beginning to change drastically, and asked with a smile in a consultative, even very friendly, tone:

"How about we place an order now and send a package over to verify it?"

"Let's just consider it... a fireworks display to celebrate the global debut of Dongfeng Express."

"What do you think?"

boom--!

These words were like detonating a real nuclear bomb, and the entire backstage area of ​​the studio instantly exploded!

"Quick! Cut off the sound! Cut off the video! FUCK! Quick!"

Director Frank's heart-wrenching roar was transmitted to the ears of every staff member through the director's headset.

He stared at Gu Yun's devilish smile on the monitor, and at the crystal-clear coordinates on the screen, feeling his heart pounding in his throat!

madman!

This Chinese man is a complete madman!

He actually wants to propose a real test launch of an intercontinental ballistic missile on a globally broadcast program?!

This is no longer a debate, this is playing with fire!

It is dragging the whole world to the brink of war!

Scott was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the coordinates on the screen, his shirt instantly soaked with cold sweat.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

He didn't know what those coordinates represented.

But his intuition, his intuition as a strategic analyst, was frantically warning him!

He dares not gamble!

He dared not gamble with his country's reputation, or even the safety of the world, on whether this madman was joking or not!

just in case……

What if he wasn't joking?

What if China actually cooperates with him and sets off a "firework" at that coordinate a few minutes after he finishes speaking?

The consequences would be unimaginable!

At this critical moment, the on-site director, in a state of extreme panic, finally pressed the emergency button.

In the studio, all the large screens went black instantly.

Gu Yun's microphone was also cut off.

The live broadcast was switched back to that cheerful Chocolate GG segment.

Audiences around the world were stunned.

But everyone remembered the last thing they saw before the signal was cut off.

It was Gu Yun's smiling face, and the clear, deathly aura of latitude and longitude coordinates on the large screen behind him.