Jiang Chen was quite certain of the Sumitomo Foundation's ability to set the pace.
When Celestial Trade approached them to cooperate on the Global Grid Project, they mobilized civil groups to protest in front of the Prime Minister's official residence, hyping up the threat of nuclear power plants, and indirectly promoting Nippon's access to the grid.
It was the same now.
To remove the nail that was the UA military stationed in Nippon, it was not feasible to rely on Celestial Trade alone. There must be an incident as the fuse to promote the lifting of the security treaty. And it would be best if this incident was directly splashed on the face of the UA military so that they could not clear their name, and it would even attract strange looks from their allies.
There was no doubt that the data of the T virus was such a pot of dirty water. And Nippon happened to be one of the countries affected by the T virus. After learning that the UA military stationed in Nippon attempted to restore the data of the T virus, it was obvious how the public would react.
Inciting public opinion to surround the military base and build momentum for the expulsion of the UA military stationed in Nippon. Then the Nippon government would take advantage of the situation and express its objection to the Napi-UA security treaty. Finally, Celestial Trade would step up and kick the UA military. By that time, even if the UA wanted to stay here, they would not be able to stand firmly on the edge of the Pacific Ocean.
As for whether the UA would use other excuses to defend themselves, Jiang Chen did not know, but no matter how they tried to defend themselves, he had a way to make them unable to clear their name even if they jumped into the Pacific Ocean …
…
The next morning.
Outside the Yokosuka military base, a dense crowd surrounded the main gate of the base. The UA soldiers on duty at the gate nervously stared at the crowd outside the base and stood in a row at the gate to prevent the emotional people from attacking the military camp.
A soldier wearing a helmet with a rifle in front of his chest whispered to his comrade next to him.
"Sh * t, what does that group of people want to do?"
"Who knows what they want to do?"
"I'm willing to bet that it must be some idiot who brought the woman he played with into the barracks."
"Who knows Nippon? Help me see what they drew on the sign. "
It was not the first time they encountered such a thing. To be precise, they encountered it a few times a year. But this time it was obviously different, because there were too many people at the gate. Not only the citizens of Yokosuka, but they even vaguely saw the people of Yoto.
Things had obviously gotten out of hand.
While the soldiers at the door were whispering to each other, Major General Howard, the chief commander of the Yokosuka Base, had already made more than ten calls to the Nippon government, requesting the authorities to send police forces to maintain order, but he only received ambiguous replies.
Not long after, the police car arrived.
However, it wasn't just the police who came. There were also microphones and cameras from all the major media around the world.
Major General Howard already had a faint feeling that something was wrong.
This was no longer an ordinary protest. Not only did the Ri Nation's domestic media send out broadcast vans, but even Reuters, Agence France-Presse, Xinhua News Agency, and other media giants sent their reporters stationed in Ri Nation.
Three of the four major news agencies in the world had come.
It seemed that today's matter could not be dealt with coldly.
"What happened outside?" Thomas, the commander of the Seventh Fleet, walked into the command room and stared at Major General Howard. "The Department of Defense just called me and asked me to settle the trouble at the gate as soon as possible. I just want to ask what happened outside."
"It's that batch of servers." Major General Howard rubbed his eyebrows and threw the phone on the table. "See for yourself. Also, I also received a call from the Department of Defense … "
With a slight frown, Thomas picked up the phone.
On the screen was the interface of Future 1.0, and it was the news panel of Future 1.0.
[Shocking! The UA military stationed in Nippon actually conducted such a tragic experiment in the Yokosuka base …]
When Thomas saw this headline, his eyebrows suddenly twitched.
[What the f * ck is written?]
However, after clicking on the headline, when he looked down the line of English, his expression became more and more solemn. Especially when he saw the picture below the fresh scent, his expression completely changed.
The room in the picture was none other than Room 014, which they had been to yesterday. The people in the photo were none other than Major General Howard, who was holding the key, and Frank, who was standing behind him, and Frank next to him …
And in the room, it was the batch of servers.
Thomas took a deep breath. Without saying a word, he took out the satellite phone and called Frank …
…
"There's a mole among your people."
"I know," Frank said with a gloomy expression.
He also saw the news.
From the angle of the photo, Frank immediately knew who had betrayed him.
And just now, he had personally killed the trusted aide who had always been by his side, and then immediately changed his hiding place. He went alone to a place that only he knew where he was, and he didn't tell anyone.
There was no doubt that those photos were taken with the CIB's electronic sunglasses.
Although these photos had been processed, not only changing the specifications and resolution, but even erasing the code hidden in the photos to indicate the identity, the angle of the photo betrayed the identity of the photographer. Frank clearly remembered who stood in that position at the time and who pressed the shutter of the electronic sunglasses …
It was just that Frank couldn't believe that the Ghost Agents had infiltrated the CIB to such an extent that a dagger was almost at his throat.
"The media outside are asking us to verify the authenticity of these photos. After all, Major General Howard and I are in the photos, and it is difficult to deny it. I want to ask your opinion on what we should do now. "
"Hmph, let them investigate," Frank sneered, "I lose if they find anything."
All the servers had been replaced with new cases, and the serial numbers of the internal parts had been tampered with by special means. Even if they dismantled the servers, they would never find any problems. Before the information technology experts in Los Santos repaired the formatted data in the servers, they could not find anything in these servers.
Even when Frank heard the news, he felt a hint of joy.
Because in his view, Celestial Trade was already at its wit's end, which was why they made this decision with such insufficient information.
The UA could easily prove that there were no problems with these servers, and once they proved their innocence, even if Celestial Trade had new evidence, would the Nippon people still take their words seriously?
"You mean, open the military base to the media?" Thomas frowned, "But if …"
"Open it with reservations!" Frank didn't make a decision here, but he still kept an eye on it, "Select a few media outlets with strong credibility, allow them to send two reporters, and appoint an information technology expert. Then send a few Hummers here and take them directly from the door to the place in the photo. "
"Remember, keep a close eye on these reporters. Keep a close eye on them from the moment they enter the door to the moment they leave! Prevent them from tampering with the server! "
"If Celestial Trade intends to frame us, then they will definitely choose to use this opportunity to make a move. And once their Ghost Agents make a move and run into the trap we laid in the barracks, then even if he has to pinch his nose, he will drink the dirty water! "
With anger flashing in his eyes, Frank squeezed this sentence from his teeth and said word by word.
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