Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, and finally the younger man sitting at the end answered: "It's Admiral Brown."

After hearing this, 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 a burning fire.

No matter how many things there are, let’s do one thing first!

Later, when the two of them got old and their bodies were not as strong as when they were young, they began to pay attention to health. But every time they had a meeting, no matter who was wrong or who was right, the other party would have to make some sarcastic remarks, as if this could relieve their depression.

After that, both parties did not attend the meeting, and the chance of the two meeting each other was very rare.

But secretly, as long as they overlap in fields, the two are still competing!

The four-star general who spoke at the beginning was frowning, as if he had no way to deal with General Brown.

The old fingertips tapped on the solid wood table, the rhythm was not very strong, and those who were impatient could not even sit still.

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

"Then..." the general spoke. The generals below all had serious faces and looked straight ahead. No one spoke.

The sound of fingertips tapping on the table stopped. "Then leave it to Brown. We can each send some researchers there."

With eyes like an eagle, he looked around at everyone present.

After a while, the admiral stood up and said, "It seems that no one refuted, so the matter is settled!"

As he said that, the admiral tightened his collar and walked through the aisle.

There was still no movement at the conference table.

The general stopped and put his hands on each of the two chairs. "You don't need me to teach you how to write a report, right? If Congress wants to cut military spending next year, don't come to me then.

complain!"

After saying that, he walked out of the conference 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 him.

The door was closed tightly, and several people in the venue breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. As long as they were not the ones taking the blame, they could leave it to whoever they liked!

One of them carefully probed: "This time the military base was attacked by unknown weapons... The fault should not be ours."

Some generals who were just about to get up sat down again after hearing this.

A pair of eyes looked at him, as if gesturing for him to continue speaking.

The man gritted his teeth and regretted that he was quick to talk and was regarded as the one who stood out! It’s not true if he says it now, and it’s not true if he doesn’t say it!

His lips moved slightly, "The military base that General Brown was responsible for... did not receive any early warning from the Pentagon until it was destroyed."

The man didn't say anything further, but everyone knew what he meant.

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

Among them, the military bases deployed by the United States abroad are not strictly guarded on the surface, but as long as they are hidden in secret...it can be said that military satellites monitor and take pictures everywhere.

For this attack by an unknown weapon, the blame can be thrown to the Pentagon's satellite control room.

And Secretary Mattis will naturally not take the blame himself. The person in charge of his satellite department... will definitely suffer bad luck!

"You mean... let us jointly accuse 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

It's about national security, and it's obviously in no way comparable to military bases like ours."

The man with a mustache looked around and said, "Even if the matter is done, who will submit this report?"

As soon as these words were said, needles could be heard in the conference room. The bosses were not there, but the other bosses' direct subordinates didn't care at all.

Only those generals who have weak backing, are not that important, and may be abandoned as pawns by their bosses at any time are trembling in their hearts.

And the guy who wanted to take the blame for the satellite department under Mattis was even more nervous at this time. His back was already soaked with sweat, and even the hair on his forehead showed signs of being wet.

"Why don't you let whoever brought it up submit the report?"

As a major general, after receiving the signal from the faction superior, the general fiddled with his white gloves and said these words in a pointed manner.

And the "first-timer" felt a thump in his heart, secretly screaming that he was about to finish!

Everyone turned to look at him. The "outstanding bird" general's face turned pale, and his hair on his forehead was soaked. He looked at his immediate superior with pleading eyes, but the other person didn't look at him at all!

Instead, he held the tea cup in one hand and frowned, seeming to be thinking about other things.

The man's heart calmed down, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. When he spoke before, he knew it was going to be over... He didn't expect that this matter would eventually be dealt with by him!

He spoke with a wry smile and his voice was hoarse, but few of the generals present sympathized with him, and most of them were gloating about his misfortune!

"I understand. I will organize the documents as soon as possible and submit them directly to Secretary Mattis."

After saying these words, all the strength in the man's body seemed to be drained away, and he slumped on the chair, his eyes dull.

After confirming the information, the other generals nodded to the man one by one, 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, walked to him, and patted his shoulder with his hand.

"Don't worry, Secretary Mattis won't do anything to you. I'm waiting for you to come back and resume your duties."

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

"Secretary Mattis once served under General Brooks."

After saying that, he opened the door handle and walked out.

The entire conference room was quiet. Except for a lot of tea in front of the table waiting for professionals to handle it, there was only the "outstanding" man sitting on the chair.

The hat was thrown aside. The man put his elbows on the table and inserted his palms into his wet hair.

Pulled hard.

"Admiral Brooks, huh."

Even if we know this news, how difficult is it to get the protection of General Brooks? There were many generals in the conference room who wanted to take refuge with Brooks, but which one was successful?

Secretary Mattis will not do anything to him, that is a fact. He can even be promoted again and sent to other places through documented reports.

However, it is indeed a rising and falling situation, and even the future is dark.

"Dip~dip~"

The man turned off the vibration of his cell phone, and the screen lit up slightly, and it read... "Umbrella."