Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

"Looking at the data, I want to see who robbed it!"

Matisse's cold voice echoed through the hall, so loud that even those wearing headsets could hear it.

The technician started typing on the keyboard, and after the person in charge entered the password, a large amount of data emerged.

It was the same young man who was observing the 'Moon Eye'. Cold sweat broke out on his head, and his fingers were shaking slightly when he tapped on the keyboard.

"Sir...sir, the 'Moon Eye' has been above us and has not moved."

"It hasn't been touched?" Matisse nodded, "Have your eyes been eaten by dogs? You can't find it by calling other satellites, and now you tell me that it hasn't been touched?!"

"Shit!"

The person in charge also showed up in person. The more this happened, the more surprised he felt.

It was clear that the 'Moon Eye' had been hijacked by hackers, but there was no trace at all. If everyone didn't have this memory, everyone would doubt the authenticity of the incident...

The person in charge was furious and began to look through domestic application files, as well as applications from other countries that had been "accidentally received".

In the picture displayed on the screen, the second person in the first row is none other than Admiral Brooks.

"What does this mean? Suspect candidates? Don't tell me, are the hackers those capital tycoons? Or senior military officials, scientists or the like."

"Mr. Minister, we are still unable to find the attack methods of hackers, and these were the only people who applied for military satellites before."

The person in charge said seriously, "Each of them has huge energy. They will not be happy if the call for military satellites is rejected, so..."

"Pfft~" Mattis sneered, "They will hold a grudge about this? Then they should be angry to death if they are angry all day long."

"Also." Mattis stood up and put his finger on the shoulder of the person in charge, "Don't make excuses for your mistakes. Instead of thinking about who will take the blame for you, think about how you will explain to the president tomorrow morning!

"

After saying that, Mattis walked towards the door, and the person in charge hurriedly followed, "By the way, why was General Brooks' application not approved?"

The person in charge quickly made a look, and the technician next to him immediately understood.

The reasons for Brooks' application and the reasons for rejection were immediately displayed on the large central screen.

Matisse turned around, touched the ring on his middle finger with one hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly, like a male wolf waiting to be hunted.

"Looking for Tony Stark? Why wasn't it approved?"

The person in charge was suddenly sweating profusely, "Minister, other officials are responsible for checking this part. I am only responsible for recording."

Mattis nodded, "I will visit the official later. Remember to call a satellite for General Brooks to use. It is really difficult for him to stay in the desert."

"Okay, Minister, but this requires your signature."

Matisse glanced at him and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Yes, yes, I'll print it right away!" the person in charge said hurriedly.

Mattis raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and said, "I'll give you two hours to transfer the satellite to General Brooks. Also, write me down your excuse to prevaricate the president."

"This..." The person in charge looked embarrassed. It was okay to call the military satellite. After all, the military boss was here, and he only had time to sign. But the excuse of "prevarication" to the president...

Matisse gave him a cold look.

The person in charge suddenly trembled, "Don't worry, minister, I will send it directly to your office in two hours!"

Matisse patted him on the shoulder and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I hope you can do it."

After saying that, he walked out without any hesitation. The person in charge watched the boss disappear around the corner of the corridor, paralyzed and sat down on the chair.

He looked around, frowned, and said fiercely: "What are you looking at?! Did you find the hacker? Did you find the data of 'Moon Eye'?! Do you still want the bonus?!"

The sound got louder and louder, and the technicians hurriedly lowered their heads and stared at the computer screen with a "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

There is no way, the official rank is overwhelming. At the same time, I am secretly cursing in my heart. When the minister was here just now, he pretended to be like a grandson. Now, tsk tsk tsk...

After the person in charge took a break, he drank the coffee at the table, steeled himself, and started typing on the keyboard.

At the same time, he began to look through the information, Admiral Brooks' information.

You won’t know until you see it, but you will be shocked when you see it!

It turns out that Secretary Mattis served under Brooks!

Later, he served as General Brooks' personal guard!

Oh my god, the person in charge was sweating on his head. Fortunately, he didn't have much control over the satellite mobilization.

So that person didn't come to him a few days ago. Instead, he found another official and blocked General Brooks' satellite application.

The person in charge forced a smile on his lips. It turned out that he was not the most unlucky. He could definitely imagine the scene when that guy faced Minister Mattis.

It must be interesting.

The person in charge glanced at the time, immediately opened the document, and let his imagination run wild.

"...Damn it! How on earth should I write this thing?"

...After staying up all night, Mattis and the person in charge appeared in the president's office, and the president was looking at the report seriously.

But the more he looked at it, the more confused his face became. Matisse looked around at the decorations in the office, while the person in charge was sweating coldly and only stared at his own leather shoes.

The document was put down. The president crossed his arms, glanced at the two of them, and nodded casually, "Very good. Can any gentleman tell me who wrote this report?"

"General...President, it's me."

"Oh?" The black president raised his brows and looked at him seriously, "To be honest, I think you are more suitable for writing novels or drawing comics."

"Let's take a look at what's written here? Are aliens using the 'moon eye' to study Earthlings?"

"Oh, my God, why didn't the aliens just capture you to deepen their advanced technology in the field of anatomy?!"

"This...I...Mr. President...but the fact..."

"Stop, stop, take your report, go out and turn left. If you need, I can help you contact the publisher. I believe they will think that this is a science fiction that is more successful than "Harry Potter"

novel!"

"Sir, "Harry Potter" is a fantasy novel." Matisse reminded him kindly.

"Oh~" the black president raised his eyebrows, "What's the difference? There is a master of fantasy novels standing in front of you! Look at this report! Mattis, I don't believe you haven't read it."

"Actually, I haven't seen it, sir."

The president nodded, "Very good, it's all pretty good. This year's bonus is gone! Bastards! And that damn subsidy! I just need to take this report to Congress, and I believe those vampires will peel you off."

Skin!"

"What are you still doing here? Get out! Get out of here!"