After the sun rose from the east, it gradually set to the west. A ray of sunlight slowly moved and shone on Duke's face through the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, seemingly dispelling the haze on the face of the US Defense Minister, making his entire face become lively. "Mr. Lisheng, if you want to enter politics in the future, you'll definitely become the best politician.
I'll consider your proposal carefully and give you an answer within three days. No matter what the result is, as the Defense Minister, I'd like to thank you for your help to the country. "
"This is what I should do, Sir." Knowing that it was time to bid farewell, Zhang Lisheng stood up and reached out his hand. "I'll say it again from the bottom of my heart. It's really nice to meet you. Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Duke shook hands with the young man and watched his leisurely back disappearing out of the door. The smile on his face gradually froze as he sat on the office chair and pondered for a while. Pressing the default live broadcast button of the phone on the desk, he said, "Parotti, I'll give you three hours to help me collect the detailed information of the LS Group's boss, Zhang Lisheng.
Remember, I want to know even what he eats every morning and what time he goes to the bathroom. "
"Yes, Sir." A low reply resonated from the phone.
Two to three hours later, all the information that Zhang Lisheng might have obtained after he moved to the US had been gathered into a set of personal information and appeared in Duke's hands.
From using the mysterious new ecological waste treatment technology to open a slaughterhouse and miraculously rising in the business world to riding the Elizabeth Holiday to celebrate his girlfriend's birthday and becoming the first batch of Earthlings to discover the Shrimp World No. 2 due to getting lost.
From when he was secretly arrested by the FBI, he killed at least eight agents when he resisted and had no choice but to go to South Africa to avoid the limelight. Then, because he co-published a paper with Steven in the journal 'Science', he went straight from high school to Stanford University to study for a Ph.D. in biology. Coincidentally, he even managed Stanford's biological laboratory on Shrimp B1 Island …
Upon reading this bizarre information, the US Defense Minister, who had been in politics for more than 40 years and was self-proclaimed to be knowledgeable, could not help but show a dumbfounded expression.
"This is just like the hero of a fantasy novel. It seems like all sorts of incredible things are surrounding him …" Duke muttered to himself and fell into deep thought. It was only until dusk that he snapped back to reality and drove to the White House. At this time, Zhang Lisheng had already boarded the plane back to New York.
Usually, they would sit by the window in the first-class cabin. The young man looked out of the window at the sea of clouds that was dyed golden by the setting sun and recalled his performance when he met with the US Defense Minister. After confirming that his two days of hard work and preparation were not in vain, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The TV screen that was fixed with a bracket was broadcasting the ABC TV station's report on the demonstrators in front of the White House. In the broadcast, one could clearly see that a large number of people at the scene were burning his portrait because they believed that the current President Rand Paul was indirectly responsible for the Shrimp B1 Island tragedy.
Moving his gaze away from the window and looking at the angry crowd on the screen, the smile at the corner of Zhang Lisheng's mouth seemed to deepen. Without warning, he raised his arm and waved at the flight attendant not far away, "Miss, please give me a glass of iced Coke."
"Please wait for a moment, sir." A Pan American Airlines' top cabin female flight attendant, whose exquisite makeup could not hide the passage of time, soon sent the Coke to Zhang Lisheng. "Your drink."
"Thank you." The young man took the Coke and drank it in one gulp. Breathing a long sigh of relief, he adjusted his seat and lay down. The flight attendant beside him immediately thoughtfully sent a thin blanket to him.
"Thank you." Zhang Lisheng thanked him again and wrapped the blanket around his body. Closing his eyes in silence for a while, he muttered in Mandarin, "Man proposes, God disposes. I've already done what I should. Whether it succeeds or not, it's all up to fate now …"
Just like this, he closed his eyes and rested all the way back to New York, accompanying his mother to live a peaceful life for three days. On the morning of the third day, before the black smoke of the secret method cultivation behind him had yet to dissipate, the young man received a call from an unknown number.
When he picked up the phone, an inexplicable premonition rose in his heart. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally picked up the phone. "Good morning, may I know who's calling?"
"Good morning, Mr. Lisheng. I'm Duke Fahr."
"Oh, hello, Secretary Duke. You're calling me so early in the morning? Is there a reply?"
"Yes, Mr. Lisheng. I've just received authorization from President Rand to order all the US troops currently stationed on Shrimp B1 Island to fully cooperate with your action."
"In that case, the government intends to follow my plan and try to solve the terrorist attack of the aborigines on Shrimp B1 Island?" Zhang Lisheng confirmed.
"Yes, there's a military vehicle waiting outside your house right now. It will take you straight to the New York military base and take the battleship to Shrimp B1 Island. By then, the supreme commander of the island, General Cole Gerryn, will discuss the details of the operation with you in detail."
"I understand, Secretary Duke. I hope everything will go well." Upon hearing Duke's words, Zhang Lisheng walked to the bedroom window and kneeled on the bed to lift the thick curtains to look outside. Sure enough, he saw a black Hummer jeep parked on the street. Delighted, he strode out of the room and walked down the stairs.
"May God bless you, Mr. Lisheng. If this matter succeeds, the President will personally award you with honors."
"I'm only doing this because I want to, Sir Duke. It's not worthy of a medal of honor."
"Don't be modest, Sir. Awards are only based on contribution. Good luck, goodbye."
"Thank you, goodbye, Sir Duke." Zhang Lisheng walked to the back of his mother who was busy making breakfast in the open kitchen and hung up the phone before whispering, "Mom, I'm leaving today."
"You should at least finish your breakfast." Even though she already knew that today was the day her son would leave, Lili's body still stiffened when she heard her son saying so.
"The people from the Department of Defense are already waiting for me outside, but I can bring these pancakes with me to eat on the way."
"Department of Defense? Oh, is it Secretary Duke Fahr of the Department of Defense who talked to you just now?"
"Yes, he asked me to help the government with some cutting-edge research."
Lili nodded and wrapped the fried beef pancake in paper before handing it to her son. "I'm proud of you, baby. Go ahead."
Zhang Lisheng took the paper bag and said, "I'll come back to see you when I'm free." After bidding farewell to his mother who was alone at home with tears, he went out to contact the liaison personnel of the US military and spent two hours to finally set foot on the beach of the Shrimp B1 Island's human gathering place again.
It had only been five days since the tragedy happened, but the broken walls and ruins in the gathering place had not been cleaned up yet. Even the work of filling the black body bag with the remains of the victims' bodies had not been completed yet.
Looking at the devastation in front of him and smelling the rancid smell that still lingered in the air despite being covered by countless amounts of disinfectant, Zhang Lisheng pretended to sigh and muttered to himself, "I can't believe that this place has actually become a ruin in less than a month …"
"It's a ruin now, but it was hell four days ago." A convertible jeep stopped beside the young man. An officer who was about 50 years old and had a typical square long chin of an American man with three golden stars on his shoulder sitting in the co-pilot seat interrupted him. "You must be Mr. Zhang Lisheng, right?"
"Yes, you must be General Cole Corian, right?"
"Cole Corian, I'm the field commander of the US Navy, Army, and Air Force stationed on Shrimp B1 Island," The officer casually gave a non-standard military salute and replied.
"General Cole, I believe Minister Duke should have already informed you of my plan." When Zhang Lisheng saw that the officer's attitude was not very respectful to him, he went straight to the point and put forward his own request. "Actually, what you and your troops have to do is to launch missiles and send planes to the designated place at a specific time.
It's easy to do these two things, but I'll need to maintain instant communication with you. "
"This is also very simple. As long as five early warning aircraft are dispatched, we can achieve seamless communication on Shrimp B1 Island," Cole replied and turned to the adjutant in the back seat. "Inform Colonel Klautz of the Air Force to urgently lift all early warning aircraft into the air as a temporary 'base station' to achieve real-time communication on the entire island."
"T-There's no need to be so anxious, General Cole." Upon seeing Cole's swift and decisive manner, Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment.
"The order I received is to cooperate with all your actions, Mr. Zhang." Cole opened the jeep's door and jumped down. He walked up to the young man and looked at his face before whispering, "To be honest, I don't care if you're a top agent in some secret government agency responsible for assimilating the Shrimp B1 Island natives or if you're really a super rich and talented biologist.
I only hope that you can complete your 'performance' immediately.
It would be best if those 'performances' are effective, but if they are ineffective, I hope that I can fulfill my duty as a soldier as soon as possible and send all the midgets on the island to hell. "
"Oh, a hawkish temperament!" Zhang Lisheng became silent for a while before looking back at Cole and smiled. "No problem, General. Give me a communicator and I'll depart right away. We'll know whether my 'performance' is effective or not before 12 o 'clock tomorrow night."
"Mr. Zhang, you have an admirable straightforward character." Cole smiled for the first time after they met. "Don't you need my soldiers to escort you to the native tribe?"
"I'm more familiar with the jungle of Shrimp B1 Island than I am with New York's Central Park. It's not a problem."
"Looks like you're also a very conceited person." Cole nodded and passed a communicator that looked like a tablet computer to Zhang Lisheng from a sergeant who had rushed over. "This communicator is very easy to operate. Remember, your code name is Compass. Good luck to you."
"Thank you." Zhang Lisheng took the communicator and walked out of the gathering place on foot from time to time to avoid the trucks that were cleaning up the ruins.
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