"Swoosh~~"

On the expressway leading to Frankfurt, a black Mercedes-Benz car was running forward like lightning. Lieutenant General Messi, Director of the General Administration of Equipment of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, sat upright in the back of the car, staring at the dark night outside the car window, and constantly recalling what Sarkozy said in his mind. His wandering eyes reflected the vast night outside, while also showing the chaos and still moving in his heart without reservation...

"General, if it really doesn't work, we will do as Mr. Sarkozy said. Anyway, we have no contact with China. There is no need to offend Sarkozy, France because of taking into account China's feelings!"

At this moment, Morales, an officer at the Argentine military officer in the Federal German Military Attendant who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly spoke, with a trace of extreme determination and ruthlessness in his eyes, and there was no emotion in his words, but only cold-blooded and cruel:

"The most important thing we are now to get the aircraft and missiles seized by France. This is the trump card and capital against the British, and it is also the meaning of the president and chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff! Compared to this, the lives of several Chinese people are nothing!"

"It's nothing?" Messi did not turn his eyes from the darkness outside the car window, but he murmured and repeated, as if his hesitant heart had a definite choice. Seeing this, Morales quickly turned his body back twice and continued to persuade him unswervingly:

"General, I don't think you need to hesitate anymore. Didn't Mr. Sarkozy have said that as long as we make the Lu of China and his companions to the designated location, the rest of the car accident or the explosion have nothing to do with us. He wants to cleanse the shame, and what we want is arms to ensure victory. In the current situation, there is no reason not to do such a good deal!"

"That's right!" Messi nodded slightly and responded silently, but his deep eyes became even more confused and confused. However, Morales couldn't see it at all. He thought the general had an intention of agreeing. His silly face flashed with unconcealed pride, and an uncontrollable arc was also curled up at the corner of his mouth:

"Since that's the case, then go back and start preparing. Tomorrow at 10 o'clock, the Schindler Tea Restaurant in the western suburbs of Frankfurt, we will be ten minutes late and everything will be settled!"

"It's the dust settled!" Messi nodded again, but this time his eyes were less confused and hesitant, and a little more shrewd and firm, but the flash of hesitation had no qualitative changes at all. However, from his already firm expression, it can be seen that his heart had a general direction:

"That's just that the grudge between Sarkozy and Lu Jiadong has been settled, but will the war between us and Britain be settled?"

"This..." Morales didn't know how to answer when facing General Messi's question. However, just when he was embarrassed by his speech, Messi had turned his head and stared at Morales' hesitant and confused face with deep eyes:

"I don't think you can give a definite answer. After all, war is like football. Because it is round, everything can happen!"

"General, what do you mean is that we won't move those Chinese people for now?"

Morales was able to sit in the position of a military officer stationed abroad, but he was not very smart, but he was definitely not a stupid person. How could he not hear the meaning of Messi? Although he could hear it, he didn't understand why at such a critical moment, General Messi actually refused Sarkozy's proposal.

You should know that in Argentina's arsenal, there are only five "Super Military Flag" attack aircraft and the five "Flying Fish" anti-ship missiles equipped with can pose a fatal threat to British ships. If it were peacetime, it would be nothing to change the house and give up French equipment, but now it is a war period, and every minute is extremely valuable.

The hasty replacement required manufacturing time for the country for sale, the deployment time for Argentina, the training time for officers and soldiers, and the time for ultimate combat effectiveness. All of this would not be enough for Argentina in the war period. Otherwise, the President and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff would not have sent several urgent telegrams in succession, requiring that the ordered French aircraft and missiles be shipped back to China as soon as possible.

The most important reason is that Argentina has initially mastered the use and attack tactics of the "Super Military Flag" attack aircraft and "Flying Fish" missiles. As long as the relevant equipment is deployed in place, it can form a strong combat power, which will make the British who are already struggling in the economic crisis even more discouraged. However, now, facing the conditions offered by Sarkozy, General Messi is ready to refuse, which makes Morales difficult to understand anyway. Therefore, Morales couldn't help but frown and continued to ask:

"Why? Is our motherland not as important as a few Chinese?"

"Argentina is more important than anyone else. Because of this, I have to be very cautious on this issue, because there is a bigger problem that bothers me!" As he said that, Messi's eyes sternly and replied word by word:

"That's why I don't trust Sarkozy at all!"

After hearing General Messi's words, Morales couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his eyes, which were originally bright, couldn't help but feel sad. At this moment, he finally realized the true meaning of Messi's sentence just now, "Football is round, everything is possible."

That's right, Sarkozy looks handsome, generous and noble, but he is a guy who is obsessed with being insidious and cunning, and who sells his soul for the sake of his interests. Sarkozy's reputation is very bad throughout Europe and even in the world arms market. Morales, who served as the military officer of the Embassy and Consulate in the Federal Republic of Germany, knows it well.

But even so, so what? Argentina's planes and missiles are in the hands of this man, and he has a very extensive connection in France. As long as he comes forward to move, it is not difficult for these detained planes and missiles to be transported to Argentina. Thinking of this, Morales's eyes became firm again:

"But, General, do we have any other choices now besides trusting him?"

"We..." Messi's lips moved, trying to say something, but his voice rumbling in his throat for a long time, and in the end he just uttered an ambiguous word. There was no way, even the scheming Messi couldn't answer this difficult question. If there was an answer, he wouldn't have to hesitate.

If Sarkozy was a true gentleman who had experienced countless military coups, Messi, who had been stained with blood on his hands, wouldn't care about the lives of several Chinese people at all. But the fact is that Sarkozy was simply a hypocritical bastard. Perhaps he would find out with his conscience and be consistent with his words and deeds, but Messi believed more that in the end, Argentina might be in vain because he knew Sarkozy too much and did not have enough chips to exchange interests with him. In his eyes, even pigs and dogs are worse than pigs and dogs. This is how Argentina is now...

Thinking of this, Messi couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, and then lamented: "This is no longer a conspiracy, but a thorough open conspiracy. Whether to try or not, we are all chess pieces on other people's chessboards. It's so sad. If our country can produce weapons and equipment on its own, why fall into such a difficult situation? Perhaps this is the sorrow of our small country..."

"Yes!" Morales nodded helplessly, but then raised his eyes again and continued solemnly: "But no matter what, let's try it first!"

"Yeah!" Messi nodded slightly, then looked out of the car window again, and continued to stare at the darkness outside, but he kept muttering in his heart:

"Rickelme doesn't know what's going on. If I'm still rejected, I can only get some blood..."

At the same time, the same words were also spoken in Lu Jiadong's mouth, but the "blood" in his mouth was not human blood, but the special red ink around him. It can automatically disappear after half an hour and play a confidential role. At this moment, Lu Jiadong was telling Rikelmei next to him a vivid and interesting story of Chinese gods and monsters, while writing quickly on the paper with this ink. From Rikelmei's concentration on the words on the paper, it can be seen that the conversation between them is just a disguise, but the real communication content is on the paper...

"The most urgent task is to win time!" Lu Jiadong talked and laughed, but wrote it very solemnly on the paper...

Seeing this, Riquelme couldn't help but nodded, then raised his pen and wrote: "We think so too. Since that's the case, what good will Mr. Lu have?"

"I think it's a snake and act according to the opportunity!"

"I understand!" Rikelme nodded, but then hesitated: "Is it really possible?"

"Please believe in the Chinese!" Lu Jiadong solemnly wrote a few Spanish phrases on the paper, then raised his head, smiled and summed up the words on his lips in a pun:

"Football is round, everything is possible!"
Chapter completed!