In a private estate in Minnesota, USA, a newest Cadillac slowly drove into the estate, and after passing by the huge landscape fountain, he stopped in front of a dark gray vacation villa. A burly man in black quickly walked forward, opened the car door in the back row, and saw someone coming out from here. The man in black said very politely:

"Hello, Mr. Anderson! Mr. Miller is waiting for you in the living room!"

"Thank you!" Anderson nodded politely to the man in black, and then followed the man in black into the villa. At this moment, Miller, deputy director of the CIA, immediately met Anderson when he saw him coming in:

"Congratulations, Mr. Anderson, Iran is doing something beautifully!" Miller's praise made Anderson happy, but he still responded modestly:

"If it weren't for the help from Mr. Miller, it wouldn't have been possible for the success of things!"

"Arranging an immigration and money is not a big help. It is mainly because it is possible to say that the stubborn Persians are the real ability! Come! Come, sit down and have a drink!" Miller said, then pulled Anderson down, then picked up a bottle of whiskey that had been treasured for many years and poured it into two glasses. Then the two of them whiskey changed and said some complimentary and polite words to each other. After a moment, Anderson put down the wine glass in his hand and said seriously to Miller:

"I heard that Bromberg, who is very close to China, has returned to the United States?"

"That's right!" Miller said, drinking the whiskey in the cup, and a blush suddenly rose on his face. The proud look between his eyebrows made him look like he was a teenager:

"There is also the Congressman who can't help the wall. The two have been very close recently, but don't worry, they were originally a small domestic cat, and they couldn't hurt anyone, but now they have their teeth removed, and they are just waiting to die!"

"That Charlie Wilson is said to be very ambitious. Hasn't he announced his candidacy for the federal senator recently? I heard that the call is very high!" Anderson was still a little worried. After all, those who can run for the US senator are not good people. If someone is not good at offending this person, the results he has worked hard to make are not the delicious fruit in his heart, but the bitter fruit that is difficult to swallow. Miller obviously saw Anderson's thoughts, and couldn't help but wave his hand at him and said indifferently:

"Charlie Wilson is a slut, and there is no other thing in his eyes except fine wine and women. But Bromberg can be better, just a small vendor who resells guns and ammunition. His ability to shake his tail and beg for mercy is unmatched..."

Miller treated the deeds of Charlie Wilson and Bromberg as an extremely pleasant joke, and told Anderson next to him in a sarcastic tone. When he was excited, he would laugh out loud. Anderson gradually gained an intuitive understanding of Charlie Wilson, who had been unfamiliar with him in his description, and then a suspended heart was relieved. However, Miller did not stop at this point:

"A few days ago, they also met a Saudi prince, who was also an indecisive guy, a slutty boy, a wagging tail, and a hesitant prince. These are the three helpers who the Chinese have high hopes for turning the world. Let me see that these three people combined are a classic comedy, and China behind them is a hilarious joke!"

"Mr. Miller is right!" Anderson, who was relieved, finally showed a relaxed smile on his face, and then echoed: "Take the matter of Iran this time, China did not even have the most basic reaction after receiving the notice, and it was like this twice in a row. Now it is a real joke in the international arms circle!"

After hearing Anderson's words, Miller couldn't help laughing to the sky: "Hahaha~~ That's not true, but Mr. Anderson, our statement is still not completely correct!"

"Oh? That should......" Anderson was stunned for a moment, but before he could ask, Miller's very proud voice came to his ears again:

"It should be a firework that is exciting and celebrating. You should know that the Iranian problem is just the beginning. In the future, we will have to bury more bombs around China..." Miller became more and more excited as he spoke, and both hands danced with him: "Think about it, once these bombs explode one after another, what are China's fireworks that are not beautiful?"

As Miller opened and closed his hands, he made a bomb explosion gesture, and Anderson also showed a bright smile when he listened to Miller's sarcastic humor. A feeling of holding the world all over the world came to his heart. As an ambition, capable and ambitious person, Anderson enjoyed this feeling very much, and felt proud and excited to be able to participate in it in the scene, and then raised the wine glass in his hand high:

“Wish us success!”

"We will definitely succeed!" Miller also raised his glass and responded confidently with joy and victory on his face. But before the two of them clinked together, the side door of the living room was suddenly knocked by a "bang~bang~". Miller, who was suddenly interrupted, couldn't help but frowned slightly. Although he still clinked the glass with Anderson, there was still a hint of unspeakable unhappiness on his face, and even the tone of speaking became extremely impatient:

"If someone from Washington comes to me, I will say I'm on vacation and I'll talk about it after the holiday!"

"Sir, this matter is quite a matter..."

"What's the matter? Could it be that the Soviet Union launched the Third World War?" Although Miller was indifferent, a hint of undetectable anger and embarrassment flashed across his face. After all, Anderson was still sitting next to him, and his subordinates outside the door took his words as wind in his ears. How could this not make Miller, who had been in a high position for a long time, feel very embarrassed. Anderson, who was sitting next to him, is not a stupid person. How could Miller not see his thoughts? So before Miller could have a second attack, he advised:

"Maybe there was a real emergency, otherwise it wouldn't be so anxious to hand it over to you!"

Miller is not a person who has to endure the situation for the sake of face. Seeing Anderson give him a step, Miller went on:

"The guys who are new to the stage in Washington have messed up all day long. Mr. Anderson, you don't know that those people have lived for so many years and have learned all the advantages of the newly-elected President Reagan!"

"What are the advantages?" Anderson asked casually, while Miller smiled disdainfully: "What can I do? Not an excellent performance skill!" After that, the two laughed loudly, and Miller also shouted at the side door after the atmosphere eased:

"Come in!"

As soon as Miller finished speaking, the man in black who had previously opened the car door for Anderson pushed open the door and walked in quickly. After Anderson sitting on the sofa, he nodded slightly and walked behind Miller, whispered a few softly to Miller, but when the man in black finished speaking, Miller's originally proud expression froze on his face, and his slightly loose facial muscles kept trembling, and then asked the man in black without any objection:

"Where is the original telegram?"

"Here, sir!" As he said that, the man in black took a telegram out of his pocket and handed it to Miller. Miller took it and only glanced at it. His deep eyes suddenly widened, and his thin lips pulled unnaturally for a few times, as if he was talking to the people in the room, but he seemed to mutter to himself:

"Just just die like this? Why did he die like this..."

"Mr. Miller, who died?" Anderson didn't want to ask at first. In his opinion, it would be better for him, a British man, to intervene less when he saw Miller's reaction. However, when he saw Miller's reaction, his strong curiosity and previous drunkenness made him unable to control his questions.

But what Anderson didn't expect was that it would be fine if he didn't ask. As soon as he blurted out, Miller beside him seemed to have changed into a person. His wide eyes suddenly looked at him, and his originally friendly eyes also became sharp and cold. Coupled with the aura of not being angry and powerful in his long-term position, Anderson, the former MI6 agent who had experienced training, suddenly felt a little chilling, so that his tone of speaking was a bit intermittent:

"Mr. Miller...you...what's wrong with you...what went wrong..."

"I want to ask you, Mr. Anderson, what's wrong with you?" Before Anderson finished speaking, Miller's stern and cold tone suddenly rose, sweeping away the previous joyful atmosphere, and also causing the whole room to fall into inexplicable tension.

This tension was naturally passed on to Anderson. However, compared with this, the confusion that the monk was confused about intellect was the most uneasy at the moment. However, such confusion and uneasiness did not last long before there was an answer. As Miller's sharp eyes were fixed at Anderson, he then handed the telegram in his hand to Anderson:

"You can take a look!"

Anderson took the telegram blankly. When he saw the words "Nasrula has been secretly executed by Iran", he couldn't believe his eyes, so he rubbed his blue eyes several times before he was sure that he was not wrong. But even such an incredible expression still enveloped his face like a gray curtain:

"How is this possible? How is this possible? A few days ago, Nasrula reached an agreement with me on a yacht, why......" As he said that, Anderson suddenly realized something, and then his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he shouted sincerely at Miller in front of him:

"Mr. Miller, please believe me, Nasrula's death is definitely an accident..."

"Accident? Is this your explanation?" Miller's words were full of murderous intent. When Anderson heard this, he felt as if he was wakeful and sat down on the sofa with a thud.........
Chapter completed!