Chapter 118 Misfortune Comes From Your Mouth

The genius remembered the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, and finally the younger man sitting at the end replied: "It's General Brown."

After hearing this sentence, everyone nodded thoughtfully, because everyone knew that Brown and Brooks were not compatible. Whenever the two of them got together in a meeting, it would be like dry wood meeting fire, crackling at all. No matter so much, let's talk about it first!

Later, when the two were old and their bodies were not as strong as they were when they were young, they began to pay attention to health preservation. But every meeting, no matter who is wrong or right, the other party has to say a few sarcastic words, as if this can relieve his depression.

Afterwards, both parties did not attend the meeting, and the chance of the two meeting together was very rare.

But in the dark, as long as they overlap in the field, the two are still competing!

The four-star general who spoke at the beginning frowned, as if there was nothing he could do about that general 'Brown'.

The old fingertips tapped on the solid wood table, the sense of rhythm was not very strong, and impatient people couldn't even sit still.

After a long time, the general made "eye contact" with several people. This mysterious method was learned on the battlefield, but it seems to be quite practical in the conference room.

The general "that" spoke, and the generals below all looked serious and looked straight ahead, and no one spoke.

The sound of fingertips tapping on the table stopped abruptly, "Then leave it to Brown, and we'll each send some researchers over there."

His gaze was like an eagle, looking around at everyone present.

After a long while, the general got up, "It seems that no one refuted it, so this matter is settled!"

As he spoke, the general tightened his collar and walked through the aisle.

There was still no movement on the conference table.

The general stopped and put his hands on two chairs, "I don't need to teach you how to write a report, do you? If Congress wants to reduce military spending next year, then don't come to me complain!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the meeting room with vigorous steps.

After he left, several people also stood up, smiled and nodded at the generals in the conference room, put on their hats and followed.

The door was closed tightly, and several people in the venue breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. As long as the matter is not their fault, they can leave it to whoever they like!

One of them tentatively said: "This time the military base was attacked by an unknown weapon. The fault should not be our fault."

Some generals who just wanted to get up sat down again after hearing it.

A pair of eyes looked at him, as if signaling him to continue talking.

The man bit the bullet, regretting that he had a quick mouth and was regarded as a bird! Say no now, don't say no!

His lips twitched slightly, "The military base in charge of Admiral Brown did not receive an early warning from the Pentagon until it was destroyed."

The man didn't continue talking, but everyone knew what it meant.

The United States claims to monitor the world. Although they will not know first-hand what bad things happen, they can obtain information very quickly.

Among them, the military bases deployed by the United States are not strictly guarded on the surface, but as long as they are hidden in secret, it can be said that every place is monitored and photographed by military satellites.

Being attacked by an unknown weapon this time, it is entirely possible to throw the scapegoat at the Pentagon satellite central control room.

As for Minister Mattis, naturally he will not take the blame himself, and the person in charge of his subordinate satellite department will definitely suffer from bad luck!

"You mean we want us to join forces to sue the satellite control room?" The man who said this frowned, "You should know that this matter cannot be made public, and that department is responsible for national security. On the surface, they can’t compete with our military bases.”

The man with the mustache looked around, "Even if the matter is settled, who will submit this report?"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, needles could be heard in the conference room, and the bosses were not there.

The direct subordinates of the other big bosses didn't care at all.

Only those generals whose backing is not solid, who are not that important, and who may be abandoned by the boss as pawns at any time are trembling in their hearts.

And the guy who wanted to blame the satellite department of 'Matisse' was even more nervous at this time, his back was already soaked in sweat, and even his forehead had traces of being wet.

"It's better to let whoever proposes it submit the report?"

As a major general, after being signaled by the faction superior, the general fiddled with his white gloves while uttering these words pointingly.

And that "early bird," even more "thumped" in his heart, screaming secretly that it was over!

Everyone turned their heads to look at him. The "early bird" general turned pale, his forehead was soaked, and looked at his immediate superior with begging eyes, but the other party didn't look at him at all!

Instead, he held the teacup in one hand and frowned, as if he was thinking about other things.

Instead, the man's heart calmed down, and there was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. When he spoke before, he knew that it was going to be over, but he didn't expect that this matter would be settled by him in the end!

He opened his mouth with a wry smile, his voice hoarse, but few of the generals present felt sympathetic, and most of them gloated instead!

"I see, I will sort out the documents as soon as possible and submit them directly to Secretary Mattis."

After saying this, the man's strength seemed to be exhausted, and he slumped on the chair, his eyes glazed over.

After confirming the information, the other generals nodded to the man one by one, then picked up their hats and walked outside. They also had to report the specific situation to their faction superiors.

The lieutenant general who ignored the man at first stood up and patted him on the shoulder when he walked to him.

"Don't worry, Secretary Mattis won't do anything to you. I'll wait for your return."

The palm of his hand touched the doorknob of the conference room, and the lieutenant general turned around and glanced at the collapsed man on the chair.

"Secretary Mattis worked under Admiral Brooks."

After speaking, he opened the doorknob and walked out.

The entire meeting room was silent, except for the tea at the table waiting for professionals to handle it, only the "early bird" man was sitting on the chair.

The hat was thrown aside, the man leaned on the table with his elbows, and inserted his palms into the soaked hair.

I tugged hard.

"Admiral Brooks, huh."

Even if you know this news, how difficult is it to get the asylum of General Brooks? There were many generals in the conference room who wanted to join Brooks before, but which one was successful?

Secretary Mattis won't do anything to him, that's a fact. He can even be promoted again through paper reports and sent elsewhere.

But it is indeed rising and falling, and even the future is dark.

"Drip~drip~"

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