When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Next to the intelligence analyst, Heckler held a form and filled in a number as he heard one. Soon, he finished filling in the form in his hand. Looking at the dense numbers on it, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The study in the past few days was very effective. The form was filled in completely and there were no mistakes. He was not a waste!

Just as he sorted out the form and asked the intelligence analyst next to him to help export the electronic data, Argus appeared beside him quietly, poked his head, and said with some disdain:

"This guidance... I don't think the performance is very good. Why is it off by several hundred meters?"

Hearing this disdainful remark, Heckler didn't even turn his head and said directly: "This missile... No, it's the cost of the rocket, which is about 500,000 yuan."

Hearing that the cost of a rocket only needs about 500,000 yuan, Argus's brain began to turn and began to calculate how much it would cost if converted into Lebanese pounds.

One US dollar is converted into Lebanese pounds, which is 1507.5 yuan, which is about 8.27 yuan when converted into RMB. Well...

But soon, he gave up this idea again.

Because the Lebanese pound is not an international currency and is not recognized by many countries in the world, if you want to buy supplies, you must first convert it into US dollars, euros, or pounds, and then go to other countries to buy supplies.

At this time, Heckler's words came from the side again:

"It's about 60,000 US dollars."

"I don't know how many anti-aircraft missiles they launched this time, but I know that the loss we caused them is definitely more than 10 million US dollars."

"It's easy to lose 10 million US dollars. If you want to rebuild, you have to spend two or even three 10 million US dollars."

"And this launch also let these dogs know that we are not so easy to mess with. We also have big guys in our hands!"

"There is an old saying in China, called attacking the city is the next, attacking the heart is the best."

"This is attacking the heart!"

"The impact of these nine rockets is currently inestimable."

"But I need to remind you that in the next period of time, the Israelis will definitely retaliate. It may be a full-scale attack on the milk tea party, or it may be to attack you as the Minister of Defense first."

The low words expressed concern. Argus pulled open his clothes, revealing the bulletproof vest under his clothes. On the bulletproof vest, there were two pistols hanging on each side, classic guns, Beretta m92f.

Next to the two pistols, there are several magazines.

After showing his arsenal, Argus zipped up his zipper, turned his head, and looked at the news broadcast on the TV next to him. The Israeli TV station was broadcasting the current situation in Tel Aviv.

The screen kept switching, and the female reporter under the camera was righteously denouncing the actions of the Milk Tea Party.

After watching for a while, he whispered: "Hukele, you go to China as soon as possible and send these data over."

"Then, wait for our friends to upgrade the equipment, and then you can get some test products over. Don't be afraid of those minor problems, as long as this thing can be blown up in Israel."

"Go early!"

"Also, I will approve the activity funds for you separately in the future. Pay attention to yourself. I'm leaving first."

Watching Argus leave the intelligence analysis room, Hekele turned back and continued to check the data just recorded with the intelligence personnel next to him.

These data are related to their future, and there must be no mistakes!

If there are any omissions, he will be the sinner of this country.

At the same time, about 200 kilometers to the south, in Tel Aviv, at the Mossad headquarters, Roots stood in front of a group of subordinates, very kind and gentle, sharing the blame with these subordinates.

There is no way.

Subordinates are the ones who come out to take the blame for their leaders at critical moments!

"You bunch of trash, complete trash, nine missiles!"

With a roar, Roots raised his hands, put up nine fingers, and began to circle around the long conference table, while turning, he continued to roar:

"Nine missiles, nine missiles! They were transported into Lebanon quietly, what are you intelligence guys doing?"

After asking loudly, he squatted next to two of them, his eyes just above the table, and asked the others again with contempt:

"Where are your informants? I have approved the monthly informant funds, and the money has been received on time every month."

"Then why didn't you receive the news?"

"This time, there were nine missiles, and the impact was average, but what if the next time, it was a nuclear bomb?"

"Although this possibility is not high, we must be on guard, understand?"

"I know you like to take money and do nothing, but I still want to remind you that if you can't play a role when you should, you may have no money in the future, understand?"

"Work is work, life is life, and they should be separated!"

"Now, everyone vote to decide who will take the blame!"

After scolding his subordinates, Roots returned to his seat, crossed his legs, and stared at the people in front of him with a pair of hawk-like eyes.

After several seconds, no one responded. He sighed and cast his eyes on the first person on the left: "Harry, tell me, who do you think should be responsible for this among these people present?"

When his name was called, Harry opened his mouth, and finally raised his hand to point to a middle-aged man opposite, and said hesitantly: "The person in charge of the Russian region!"

"Reason!"

"Because our intelligence analysis department got the weapon fragments last night, they worked overtime overnight to identify them, and finally concluded that the weapon was very rough, and even many parts inside were not processed."

"And this habit is obviously a Russian habit."

"Nine missiles cannot appear silently. It must have gone through a series of negotiations, exchange conditions, and then negotiations to reach a purchase intention."

"But, our head of the Russian region did not receive any news, so I suspect that he has betrayed."

After explaining his reasons in the simplest words, Harry immediately sat up straight and stared at the head of the Russian region opposite with his eyes.

Thinking about these reasons, Roth did not express his attitude, but cast his eyes on other people, and finally fell on the head of the Russian region, and asked:

"Jerry, can you tell me why you didn't receive the news? I remember that you are all elite generals!"

The head of the Russian region is a big and strong man who seems to have a certain Slavic ancestry. When he sits there, he is like a bear.

Hearing the question, he rolled his eyes and asked back: "Excuse me, whose missile is 400mm? Moreover, according to the explosion debris collected by the on-site personnel, this is not a missile at all, but a rocket!"

"It has never appeared on the market, how could I receive the news?"

"Besides, will the Russians sell an immature equipment?"

"No, the legacy left to them by the former Soviet Union can be used for at least 30 years. Before these things are used up, the young master of Russia will never take the risk to develop an equipment with an unknown future, understand?"

"So don't ask me why I didn't receive the news. You should ask people in the European region about this question. Only those European countries have nothing to do all day long and like to make new gimmicks."

"Because only in this way can they get the funds from the parliament masters!"

"And only these small countries, without places to test weapons, will flow the test weapons overseas."

As he spoke, everyone turned their eyes to the person in charge of the European region.

What Jerry said just now seemed to make sense.

Sensing the malicious gazes of these people, the head of the European region quickly raised his hands in surrender, saying repeatedly: "This equipment can never be produced by European countries."

"Because in recent years, European politicians who have come to power like to say that they will cut equipment research funding and improve welfare."

"It is obvious that the missile that attacked us is a new missile. Judging from the photos taken and the explosion energy efficiency, this new missile uses some new technologies."

"It is expensive, it can't be them!"

Listening to the reasons of these subordinates one by one, Roots stood up from his chair, looked at them one by one, and then asked seriously: "You mean, the manufacturer of this missile is us?"

As soon as this was said, a weak voice came from the corner: "There is also an America!"

"Why not China?"

"Because the explosion debris is all in Russian!"

"...You don't allow them to use Russian, right?"

"Will you give up Hebrew and use Arabic?"

Seeing that the group of people were about to quarrel, Roth stood up, slammed the table a few times, and said unkindly:

"Although you all have reasons, why not do this, everyone will bear this pot together, and everyone will bear less responsibility."

"That's it, I'm going to write a report!"

Leaving a word, he turned and walked out of the meeting room, leaving everyone with only a dreamy back.

Two hours later, Rotz appeared in the Ministry of Defense office with a report, slapped the report on the table, and said:

"I have solved my side, what are you going to do next?"

"How?" The person on the other side picked up the report and began to flip through it. As he read, he said, "If you are attacked, you must fight back."

"Minister Fren has gone to Qatar. He plans to join forces with America to attack Lebanon."

At this point, the man suddenly frowned, then looked at Rotz with a strange face, and said sarcastically, "You are so capable. You actually threw all the pots to your subordinates, and everyone threw it so evenly. You are really He is a talent. "

A few minutes later, the man finished reading the report, put it on the table, and continued: "Since you have made a sincere review, I will tell you the next arrangement of the Minister. "

"The attack on Lebanon is a foregone conclusion, but the time of the attack may need to be adjusted. "

"And your task is to find out Lebanon's equipment and military layout. "

"And the source of their missiles this time. "

"That's all, go!"

Not hearing the words of accountability, Roth breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and bowed deeply to the person in front of him, then kept the bending action and stepped out of the office.

Closing the door of this office, Roth, who was bending over, became the director of Mossad again, took out the phone, and began to arrange the next work.

On the other side, Qatar.

Looking at the person in front of him who arranged himself, Hanks was hesitating whether to kill him.

But after thinking for a long time, he still kept this idea in his heart, because the Jews were the big moneybags of America.

Even he, when his family sought this position for him, also used his Jewish connections. He, Hanks McCain, would never do such things as picking up a bowl to eat and putting down his chopsticks to curse his mother, because he has the flexibility to do so. Bottom line.

If someone can provide a weight that far exceeds that of the Jews, then he is not allowed to put down his chopsticks and curse. After all, no one will think that they have eaten too much.

Thinking of this, Hanks showed a kind smile on his face and continued to persuade him: "My dear Mr. Folan, at present, it is very unwise for you to attack Lebanon."

"What's more, you want to drag us together, which is even more unwise!"

"There is an old saying in China, which is that where division comes from strength, we attacked Iraq because Iraq has weapons of mass destruction and terrorists."

"What about your attack on Lebanon?"

"You know, if the video that the other party sent yesterday had not been helped by our people, it might have spread all over the world by now."

"Furthermore, for a decision like this to attack a country, you should go directly to our Department of Defense. You went to me first, and I had to report it to Washington Central Command, who then reported it to the Department of Defense."

"You're wasting your time!"

"If you take a plane to Washington now, then before noon tomorrow, the Ministry of National Defense will submit this proposal to the Congress, and if it is approved by the Congress, it will be in the hands of the president."

"Then Mr. President only needs to make a phone call to send this military order to me."

"As long as we have this thing, all the American navy here can be at your disposal, Mr. Folan."

The words were gentle and the reasons were sufficient, but Folan didn't care.

He slapped the desk in front of him and said sternly:

"I know what you're thinking, it's just to delay."

"In that case, just delay it slowly. When the war starts, you will end up. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Folan walked out of the office without looking back and left Qatar as quickly as possible.

After receiving the news reported by his subordinates, a sneer appeared at the corner of Hanks' mouth.

After sitting on the chair and laughing for a while, he took out his mobile phone and called Dana. As soon as the call was connected, he asked with a smile:

"General Dana, I would like to ask, when Iraq dropped missiles on Israel some time ago, how did you persuade the Israelis and prevent them from ending?"

The answer to him was the sound of heavy breathing coming from the phone.

It was obvious that the other party did not expect him to ask this question.

After about a minute or two, Dana's voice came from the other side:

"I didn't persuade them, I just told them that if a fight broke out, I might not care about them."

"They just stopped moving."