"I agree."
"I agree."
"It's most reasonable to blame it on the members of Prunus Thunbergius, but we have to arrange a good show."
Deputy Commander Bernard Dean's plan was approved by everyone.
In one night, they lost hundreds of elite soldiers and a two-star commander with outstanding military service. This kind of loss, no matter which battlefield it was, was unbearable.
Someone would take responsibility for this, and someone would be removed from their position.
All of them had to face the crazy accusations from the domestic media and endless questioning from their families.
They couldn't hide this matter. After all, more than a hundred people couldn't disappear for no reason. Even if they didn't give an explanation to the media, they had to give an explanation to all the soldiers within the US military.
So they had to find a suitable reason to divert the attention of the outside world. It was obvious that the members of Prunus Thunbergius, who had been against the US military all year round, were the best targets.
They would admit to this incident that they had cleverly packaged, because soon they wouldn't even have a chance to speak. Dead people wouldn't jump out and accuse the US military of doing bad things.
After reaching an agreement on how to deal with the aftermath, it was time to start an investigation on Monster Industries.
After various conclusions and analysis, Monster Industries was the most suspicious. They couldn't produce evidence, but this kind of thing could also be proven. Monster Industries was likely to have mastered the top-secret new generation of stealth coating technology and practical electromagnetic pulse weapons.
The importance of these two technologies was no less than the Banshee aircraft.
The next day.
The US, and even the world, was in an uproar.
Almost all the television media were broadcasting news related to the US military.
— The US military suffered the biggest Waterloo in 17 years in the War of Prunus Thunbergius.
— Three Chinooks were attacked by individual missiles. A major command error occurred at the Baghra Air Force Base. The highest commander is at risk of being dismissed.
— Confusing. A two-star major general of the US military was killed by an individual missile strike. Many members of Prunus Thunbergius tweeted to explain that the incident had nothing to do with them.
— The Pentagon's spokesperson made an impassioned statement, saying that the most elite forces would be gathered and that they would not rest until the last enemy in the attacked area was eliminated.
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Thousands of miles away, at the edge of a rainforest in Africa.
Ye Qing and Dian Jing stared at each other as they sat in front of the huge monitor. Their postures were like sculptures.
On the monitor, Hua Xia Department 7's Military Intelligence Channel was broadcasting a special report. The host and two military intelligence experts were discussing the major news that happened yesterday near a canyon in Prunus thunbergius.
After a while, Dian Jing finally came back to her senses. She pointed at the screen and repeated the host's comments. "Armed members are lying in ambush in the canyon and using Russian-made individual anti-aircraft missiles to attack the three Chinooans?"
"Can it be any more ridiculous?"
"I think this is a pretty good scapegoat. Didn't you see how a Russian fighter jet was shot down by a single missile not long ago? And that was a jet fighter." Ye Qing casually switched to another American program. It was still broadcasting the same news.
"Think about it. Even jet fighters can be shot down, so three propeller Chinooks is very reasonable."
"I thought we were going to be on TV." Dian Jing pouted.
"It's impossible for anyone to expose this kind of thing." Ye Qing didn't think much of it. Just like the Civil Aviation Department and Monster Industries, they tacitly didn't mention the Banshee aircraft being robbed in the grassland. Because no one was injured in that incident, and the United States was faintly involved behind it.
On American TV, the host showed a lot of frustration.
After the host fiercely criticized the Bagela Air Force Base, he began to roll the photos of more than one hundred soldiers in the program. The photos were all in black and white, and the atmosphere was very solemn.
After a while, Dian Jing suddenly turned his head and smiled behind him. "Hey, buddy, look, you guys are on TV."
"…"
Behind Ye Qing and Dian Jing, there were soldiers who were trapped in metal chairs. They were wearing camouflage combat uniforms, and the veins on their necks and faces were bulging. They were looking at Dian Jing with eyes that looked like they were going to eat her.
On the screen, his photo happened to be playing.
This was a secret factory behind the Anut Sooto Rainforest. This small factory had a small area, but it was built with a small nuclear power plant. Now, three technicians, two pilots, and two special forces were brought from the canyon, and they were being watched in the nuclear power plant's main control room.
Dian Jing was wearing a dark cloak. At present, these people haven't discovered that it was not a human.
The nuclear power plant was impregnable, and there were two monster laborers guarding it, so these people could only sit in the chairs obediently. But Ye Qing was sitting there without hiding anything. How could the three technicians who came specifically for the Banshee aircraft not recognize him?
The result was clear. Monster Industries had attacked them.
They could talk, but no one paid attention to them after yelling all night. Now, they were very tactful and shut up.
"Do you know what these black and white photos mean?"
"It means that you have been killed in the US military." Ye Qing patted Dian Jing's shoulder and said with a smile, "But don't worry, Monster Industries is particular about peace and prosperity. Your safety is guaranteed. If you can divulge some more secrets, I can grant you the generous living conditions here. "
"Humph!"
"Rangers, be the vanguard, only forward and not retreat." The two toughest members of the special forces looked at him with disdain. "When we saw you, we knew that we couldn't leave here alive. So, what's the difference between living a good life and a bad one? "
The remaining two pilots didn't say a word. They were very wise not to anger this young CEO.
The Banshee aircraft had come from the grassland of Borderline Mongolia. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't let it go so easily. If they spoke less, at least they would suffer less.
The three aerospace technicians, on the other hand, were much less courageous. They leaned against each other, and there was an imperceptible fear in their eyes.
"You are a man." Ye Qing snapped his fingers. "That's right. You can't leave whether you say it or not."
"But if you don't say it, I will send you to mining."
"Mining is mining. I don't believe that mining can be more tiring than the inhuman training in the military camp. My willpower is stronger than steel. Even if you mine for ten years, you won't get anything from me. "
"As long as we are alive, I believe that one day we will be saved." The other ranger didn't care about the days of mining.
"We … also have to mine?" Among the three technicians, an older one asked carefully. "We are technicians. We were ordered by the Pentagon to go to the canyon and study the Banshee aircraft."
"We … really don't know anything."
"Then let's mine together." Ye Qing smiled gently. "Don't worry, there is a large mine behind you. In the future, you will live and eat in the factory. You will work eight hours a day and have a full meal.
"Now it is all tool-based work. Mining is not tiring. When you don't want to mine anymore, just tell me all the information you know. "
The conditions seemed to be good.
The two special forces members who refused to give up easily and the pilots were secretly happy.
This young CEO was a civilized person who had received modern education, and he was in a multinational industrial business. Look at him, even the way he treated the enemy was very civilized, unlike the natives in Central Asia who killed at the slightest provocation.
Working eight hours a day and having a full meal.
This was no different from training in the camp. It was even more relaxing.
"Then … may I ask, what kind of mine are you mining?"
Dian Jing whistled and laughed. "High-purity uranium."
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