Chapter 575 Revenge

Ambassador Lucas finished his breakfast leisurely and came to the office. As soon as he took off his coat, the phone on the table rang.

"It must be that annoying Salazar again." Lucas muttered to himself. Lucas hung up his coat and hat slowly and asked his secretary to prepare a cup of coffee before walking to his desk and picking up the phone.

"Mr. Ambassador," as he expected, it was Salazar who called.

Lucas resisted the urge to hang up the phone and said coldly. "Your Excellency, Deputy Head of State, I say you..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Salazar. "Mr. Ambassador, I am not selling you information. This information has now expired and is worthless."

"Oh?" Ambassador Lucas felt a little gloating, what nonsense information had expired in just a few hours. "Then since it is worthless, can your Excellency, Deputy Head of State, tell me?"

"Of course it's no problem, I can't wait to lay eggs after they've expired." Deputy Head of State Salazar said happily. "You can turn on the radio now and listen to the German radio and you will find out." After speaking, Ambassador Lucas hung up the phone without waiting for any reaction.

"Impolite guy." Ambassador Lucas curled his lips, turned on the radio, and tuned to the German radio channel. "...'Lexington', 'Saratoga', 'Ranger', 'Yorktown', 'Enterprise' aircraft carrier; 'Colorado', 'Maryland', 'Civil Gee' The USS Nea and the battleship USS Tennessee...have all been sunk..."

Listening to the familiar names of battleships, Ambassador Lucas frowned more and more, wondering why the Germans were pronouncing these battleship names. But when I heard the last sentence, I felt as if my brain had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and I staggered and almost fell to the ground.

How can it be? !

When did such a large-scale naval battle occur? How come he didn't know about it? !

After standing still for a long time, Ambassador Lucas finally recovered and hurriedly called Salazar. "Your Excellency, Deputy Head of State, what on earth is going on?!"

"Oh, you don't know yet." Salazar said leisurely. "It's a very simple thing. President Roosevelt secretly sent a fleet to seize Greenland, but the Germans got the information in advance and set up an ambush in advance. As a result, your fleet was completely wiped out. I called the last two times Didn’t you tell me about the fleet? Didn’t you tell President Roosevelt? Well, the Germans should reward you with a medal.”

The secretary who happened to come in to deliver coffee saw Ambassador Lucas's face turned pale, and he seemed to have lost his soul. "Mr. Lucas, are you okay?"

Lucas waved his hand mechanically, signaling for her to go out. The secretary didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she quickly put down her coffee and left.

Just listen to Salazar on the other end of the phone still talking leisurely. "Mr. Ambassador, you'd better send a telegram to the country and ask President Roosevelt to prepare more coffins. I heard that the Germans did not capture prisoners of war, which means that they may have all been buried in the sea; tsk, your country's coffin industry You're going to make a small fortune. Oh, by the way, finally prepare a coffin for yourself. If the family members of the victims know that you have neglected their duties, they may want to eat your flesh and bones. Even your family will be affected by you, tsk tsk.”

Lucas felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was freezing.

"Of course, if Mr. Ambassador cherishes his own life, we can still have a talk."

Lucas asked hurriedly, as if grasping a life-saving straw. "How to talk about it?"

There was a creepy and sinister laughter on the other end of the phone. "Then it depends on the choice of Mr. Ambassador. If Mr. Ambassador feels that the lives of himself and his family are higher than the interests of the country, then come to my house tonight and we will discuss it in detail."

"..." Lucas was not an idiot. He vaguely guessed the meaning of Salazar's words. His whole body seemed to be deflated and he suddenly collapsed on the chair.

After being stunned for a long time, he finally gathered some strength and called his secretary. "Send a telegram to Washington and say that the fleet bound for Greenland has been completely destroyed."

Washington, Pentagon.

The atmosphere in the war room was extremely depressing at the moment, and there was no news about the fleet so far, leaving everyone at a loss.

Just as everyone was discussing whether to send a reconnaissance plane for investigation, the presidential secretary hurried in with a panic look on his face. "Mr. President, Mr. President! The ambassador to Spain just sent a telegram saying that the German broadcasters are celebrating the annihilation of our fleet in the waters of Greenland!"

"What!" Roosevelt was shocked. He felt something exploded in his head, his eyes dimmed for a while, and he slowly fell down.

"Mr. President! Mr. President!"

The entire war room suddenly became a mess, and everyone rushed President Roosevelt out of the war room and sent him to the hospital.

Ernest was the only one left in the huge war room. He looked at the sand table in front of him with dull eyes and kept mumbling. "How could this happen? How could this happen?" Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan, shook a few times, and fell straight to the floor.

After a while, two staff officers walked into the war room and saw Ernest lying in front of the sand table. They hurried forward to check, but found that he was already unconscious.

"Hurry, call an ambulance!" One of the tall staff officers was about to run to the phone, but another staff officer grabbed his arm with such force that the tall staff officer frowned. "What are you doing, Martin?!"

The staff officer named Martin silently pulled the tall staff officer to the gate, opened a small gap and looked out. After confirming that there was no one outside, he flashed out of the operations room, closed the door, walked up the stairs at the corner quickly, and came to the rooftop before letting go.

The tall staff officer rubbed his arm that was so painful from being grabbed by him, and said puzzledly. "What are you doing, Martin?! Where is General Ernest lying? We have to..."

Before he finished speaking, he was glared at by Martin. "Shut up, Jones! What am I asking you to do?! Call to save him? Is a bastard like him worth saving?!"

Jones was stunned. "You..."

Martin shrugged. "We didn't see anything, did we? You forgot about Alyssa last time..." Jones's mouth twitched slightly, and his face suddenly showed anger, and he gritted his teeth. "This bastard really deserves to die!"

Although Ernest is an undeniably excellent strategist and commander, his character is quite bad.

He was a well-known pervert in the navy. He not only slept with his subordinates' wives, but also often sexually harassed them. Officers' wives all knew that they should never sit next to him when attending events, because he often harassed them under the table with his hands.

There was a captain named Paul Peel who had a lot of contact with Ernest. Every time Peel went to sea, Ernest often went to the Peel couple's farmhouse. This happened so frequently that Ernest's wife Mattie rushed to her husband's office during that period, and once she couldn't find him, she would call Peel's house.

In addition, he said one thing and did another. He asked his subordinates to do something that he couldn't do himself; he asked his subordinates not to do something that he did himself. Among them, the most typical one was prohibition. Ernest himself often drank and joined a "drunk every night" club, but he required his subordinates to strictly abide by the prohibition.

Unfortunately, the wives of the two Martins and Jones could not escape Ernest's clutches. The two had long been resentful of him, and now that they had such a godsend opportunity, they would naturally not let it go.