Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

"Bang!"

Inside the Pentagon, the wooden door of the satellite control room was violently opened!

The staff member who was processing the data subconsciously looked out the door.

The person in charge, who was just about to take a sip of coffee and take a break, almost cursed! Because the cup of scalding hot coffee almost spilled all over him!

If the door had not been violently opened, would he have been frightened? If he had not been frightened, would his hands have shaken? If his hands had not shaken...

With the good qualities he has cultivated over the years, the person in charge took a few deep breaths in his seat and wanted to wipe his body with a tissue.

After that...he will let that damn guy know what kind of place this is! Can you knock on the door at will? Why don't you go to the White House opposite to act wild?!

"Jones!"

His voice was hoarse but he didn't look old, but his words were full of anger. His short last name made the person in charge's eyes jump!

Jones knew this voice very well. It was the voice of his immediate boss, Secretary of Defense Mattis!

Jones could swear that if this calling by surname was used as his wake-up call, he would probably never be late for work again!

The paper towel was only pulled halfway, and Jones only had time to wipe it randomly on his body. Fortunately, the suit was a dark color, and the lights in the control room were dim. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see the stains on it from the coffee flowing on it.

Jones quickly stood up, and his chair slid backwards, hitting the corner of the table on the other side. He ran over and saw Matisse, who had white hair but was still strong and strong, and couldn't help but swallowed.

"Minister...Minister, what do you want from me?"

There was a stutter in his speech, and Jones was extremely nervous. He seemed to be back in elementary school, trembling under the scoldings of his parents and teachers!

You can’t blame him! It’s really the look in Matisse’s eyes that is so terrifying! That look that seems to be cannibalizing... anyone who sees it will tremble!

When Mattis saw the young person in charge in front of him, he sneered, held a stack of documents in his hand, and shook the person's chest vigorously!

"Do you know what this is?"

Jones did not dare to speak. He only looked down at the ground, without the courage to look at Mattis.

"This is the 'report letter' submitted to me by the army!"

"Yes! Don't look at me with that look. You may not believe it, because these things are used to report you!"

"Report...report me?" Jones was dumbfounded and swallowed, feeling incredible.

Glancing at the thick stack of "report letters," Jones couldn't help but twitch his eyelids and said bravely: "Minister, I haven't been in office for long, so many reports... It should be.

.....Is it a mistake?”

Minister Mattis nodded. Just as Jones was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an A4 piece of paper hit him in the chest!

"Yours! Yours! Still yours!"

Mattis opened the "report letters" one by one. Even if some documents did not clearly identify Jones, he still revealed in secret... All of these were problems in the satellite control room.

Jones hurriedly organized the documents that Mattis threw to him, flipping through the top one at random.

First, I would like to say hello to Secretary Mattis. Nothing is wrong.

Then explain the general events, nothing wrong.

After that... he pointed all the fingers at... the person in charge of the satellite control room?!

Jones's face trembled up and down, and he glanced at the date. It was indeed after he took office. It means...this document is indeed "reporting him!"

I hurriedly looked through some other papers, and the contents were mostly the same, and almost all of them were aimed at him.

Jones felt a chill in his back, and his mind was quickly thinking about which boss he had offended recently.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and even the tip of his nose had water seeping out of his pores.

There was wind blowing around him. Jones raised his head and found that the minister was walking past him and walking towards the seat.

Jones lowered his head and followed Mattis obediently.

Although the people in the satellite control room were curious, few looked in this direction. If the boss took it to heart and gave him the impression that he was not doing his job properly, then his future would almost be over.

No one came to clean up the coffee on the floor. Matisse frowned, casually pulled a chair over and sat down.

The wrinkled eyes do not have the old age look at all, and the light that flashes through them from time to time proves that the Minister of Defense is thoughtful enough.

The upper body did not lean back, but sat upright! But it was not intentional, everything was so natural.

"Do you know what's going on?"

Jones nodded, having read several documents, he almost knew the general situation.

It is nothing more than that the military base under General Brown suffered an unknown attack, but their satellite control room did not give any early warning.

Although it sounds nonsense, a scapegoat does need to stand up.

It is impossible for Admiral Brown, he will not even throw away a single man of his own faction!

Jones already knew that he was the scapegoat chosen by the big bosses.

The location is neither big nor small, and there is no pressure to deal with it. The only thing worth noting is... when they dealt with themselves, they slapped Minister Mattis on the face!

Regardless of whether it sounds or not, the bridge has been sealed. It is estimated that the military's "Lamb Boy" has also been selected. He should be the same as him. His position is neither high nor low, and he is the easiest candidate to take the blame.

Jones couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in his heart. He had worked hard for so long to finally get to this position, only to be kicked off before he could warm his buttocks...

And this stain will always accompany him throughout his political career.

Seeing Jones not speaking, Mattis felt furious. His previous subordinate in the satellite control room had just been suggested by the president to write a novel. Not many days into his current term, he was treated as an outcast by those bullshit!

The key thing is that someone does need to take the blame. Mattis sees this very clearly. There are other candidates, but no one is as good as Jones.

Although the reason is a bit far-fetched, it is still reasonable and well-founded!

The president needs to explain, and Congress needs to explain. This is not something that Mattis can reverse by himself.

"Alas!~"

Matisse sighed and rubbed his temple with his right thumb.

Even without opening his eyes, Mattis knew Jones was looking at him.

"First, call up the satellite surveillance photos that day and focus on observing the destroyed military base under Brown."

He looked up at Jones, "I heard that it has been turned into an 'artificial lake'! The scenery is beautiful and there are no ruins at all."

After hearing this, Jones withdrew a smile that was uglier than crying, put a pile of "report letters" on the desktop, and used his permissions. The files captured by satellite surveillance that day gradually appeared on the big screen.

Matisse's head was slightly raised, and the blue light shone on his old face. If it weren't for his bright eyes, everyone would probably think that he was an old man who was easy to bully.

Put your arms on the chair, bend forward slightly, and cross your hands together.

There is no problem with satellite surveillance and taking photos.

They did not catch the shadow of the mysterious weapon. The military base that was fine one moment was completely destroyed the next moment!

The earth cracked open, even burying all the atmosphere of civilization.

Both photos are very blurry, and the time between before and after was very short, but in the same location, the difference between before and after is shocking.

Matisse secretly calculated in his mind that the power of that mysterious weapon even reminded him of a small-yield nuclear bomb!

But a small-yield nuclear bomb cannot blast such a deep crater, and it does not cause any pollution to the surrounding area.

"Jones, pull out those two pictures separately. Yes, that's it, zoom in, zoom in again, okay."

The intertwined fingers loosened, then tightened again.

The picture becomes blurry after being enlarged, and only an approximate picture can be seen clearly.

Of course, this is shooting outside the earth's low-Earth orbit. If you want to achieve the effect of a high-definition camera, it is obviously very unrealistic.

"Jones, look at the code and model of the satellite that took the photo."

Jones, who was operating the computer, was stunned and didn't understand what the minister meant. However, he still obeyed the order and dug out the satellite code name from the computer file.

A 3D simulated satellite appeared on the big screen. Although there was a name marked below, Jones still read it subconsciously.

"Codename: Moon Eye·Change; Model: YUI-138D..."

"Stop, stop, stop! What's the name of the shooting satellite?"

Jones stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, "Minister, it's Yueyan Gai."

"Moon Eye·Change?" Matisse frowned. He always felt that this name was very familiar.

"Snapped!"

Matisse clapped his hands, with inexplicable excitement on his face, "Jones, I'm looking to see if its predecessor was called 'Moon Eye'."

Jones felt baffled. Since they were all called ‘Moon Eye Gai’, the predecessor must have been called ‘Moon Eye’.

Does this ‘moon eye’ have other functions?

Jones was confused and had to follow Mattis's order to collect information.

Licking his dry lips, he said, "Minister, its predecessor is indeed called 'Moon Eye'."

Mattis showed an expression on his face, and then asked: "Is the launch date very recent?"

Jones subconsciously looked at the date and said, "Yes, minister, this satellite has not been in service for more than a month."

Turning to look at the minister sitting on the chair, Jones couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat and asked tentatively: "You mean, there is something wrong with this satellite?"

Mattis narrowed his eyes slightly, like a poisonous snake coiled up on his body, waiting for the best opportunity to attack.

"I've never said that. But this satellite was directly modified through the 'Moon Eye' itself."

"Repurposing old satellites?" Jones asked.

"Isn't this serious?" Mattis looked away from the big screen, "Do you know why the previous person in charge of the satellite control room resigned?"

"Things got messed up?"

Matisse chuckled, "A large part of the reason lies in this 'moon eye'!"

Jones twitched his eyes and looked at the 3D simulated satellite on the big screen. It looked like he was seeing a scourge!

"You still put it up when there is a problem...how tight is the military budget?!"

The complaint was approved by Mattis. Who knows why the annual military expenditure is so huge, but it is unclear how much it is used wisely.

"Are you sure this satellite is monitoring the military base?"

"Absolutely sure, Minister!"

"There are no other satellites around, right?"

"Well... Judging from the situation at that time, there were satellites from other countries in the periphery."

Mattis waved his hand, signaling Jones not to care, "As long as it's not from our United States."

Jones didn't answer. He didn't know what kind of medicine the minister was selling. He had been doing this for a long time. Could it be that he wanted to take the blame for this matter on his behalf?

Frowning his brows, Jones knew very well that if this was the case, he would still be dismissed. At best, his face would look better, and the stains would be minimized. If there is a chance in the future, he can still continue his political career.

Thinking of this, Jones breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was not in the worst situation, he was a little too greedy now.

Mattis suddenly turned to look at Jones, who was frozen in place and thinking about something, "Pick up those materials and follow me to the office."

After saying that, Matisse stood up and walked out the door.

Jones hurriedly closed the information materials, picked up the pile of "report letters", and trotted to follow Mattis.

His heart was beating hard, and his palms were even slightly trembling.

Jones stood in front of Matisse's desk, trying to be natural.

Mattis took the pile of documents and threw them aside with a smile, "Listen, Jones. My last person in charge of the satellite control room was tricked by an unknown hacker, and he resigned without knowing why.

Of course, his superb novel skills have been recognized by the president, and maybe he will make a living by writing novels in the future. Do you want to know what he wrote?"

"What did you write?"

Jones asked subconsciously.

Mattis put his hands on the table and crossed them habitually, with a smile on his lips, "It's just that the report he gave to the president was too outrageous, but the president also praised him as the offspring of a master of science fiction in the new century."

Jones realized that the report written by the previous person in charge was not as good as he thought, but...

"The president praised that the report he wrote is comparable to Harry Potter, and is the pinnacle of science fiction!"

"What, Minister..."Harry Potter" is a magical novel."

Mattis raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I said that to the president at the time. I even doubted that the president had ever read Harry Potter."

Jones only smiled dryly. In his position, he would not make fun of the president casually.

"Okay." Mattis seemed to be in a good mood, "After saying all this, I just want to tell you that the report should not be too outrageous. Subordinates were transferred one by one. To be honest, I thought I was being transferred by someone else.

The idiot is targeted!"

"When you write the report later, just throw dirty water on Brown. As for the follow-up... I will take care of everything."

Jones' head was sweating. If he was asked to throw dirty water on General Brown...he wouldn't have the courage. Although there is a big boss behind him now, he is still under great psychological pressure.

"By the way, let me tell you something, that 'Moon Eye Kai' is the one that Brown insisted on launching."