The fat man had already finished the hot dog, and he also drank the coffee and placed it not far away.
At this moment, the girl he fell in love with was leaning in his arms and talking babbling words, which made his whole heart soften.
Touching the girl's hand and smelling the unique smell of kimchi, the flesh on the fat man's face began to tremble.
He decided that after work is over, he must take this girl to try the most delicious sausage, which is definitely much more delicious than pickles.
Hmm? Work?
Oh, damn job.
The fat man endured the restlessness in his heart, took out a green coin from his pocket and stuffed it into the girl's collar. This also told others that this was done by someone, and others should stop making decisions.
Turning around and walking back to work, he had to persist until the end.
As soon as he got closer, the fat man's face became solemn, because the button representing communication turned red.
This means...
Lost contact.
Oh, buy it!
With an exclamation in his mouth, the fat man bumped into the two people next to him and ran towards the workbench.
"Stark, damn fat pig, you did a damn good job."
"Damn it, I'm going to kick your ass..."
The two cursed angrily, and one even spilled coffee on his clothes, looking ugly.
But Stark didn't care at all. He sat down on the chair, pushed aside the messy things in front of him, and then quickly checked the equipment.
There is no problem with the equipment and other communications are smooth.
Drops of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.
Turning on the recording device, he heard a chirping sound coming from inside. He knew this was because the Blackbird was too fast to transmit audio effectively, but he could still vaguely hear some words.
"Shut the hell up, damn, turn off that damn machine."
"What about you, Jess, turn off the fucking music."
At this moment, Fatty Stark burst out with energy proportional to his body, causing the entire communications room to fall silent.
Then the fat man sat down and listened to the voice in the recording.
People around him also realized that something was wrong, especially when some people saw the red light indicating communication interruption, their faces froze, and they quickly entered their posts.
The girl groups who came to offer condolences immediately hid in the corner like quails, looking at everything in front of them in panic.
These people from the United States, who usually spend money like water and are not afraid of anything, turned out to be extremely serious at this moment.
Chichi~~
"...there are missiles behind you..."
"It's a plane..."
"Wal, we're locked!"
"Oh my god, hide, gogogo..."
"We were shot..."
"Damn it, Bird's Nest, hear the answer..."
"Fat pig, damn fat pig, talk to me!"
"No~~They are too fast..."
"No~~~"
tsk tsk
One after another, the sound of recording was mixed with the interference sound of chi chi. Although it was not clear, the faint sound could still be heard clearly.
But after hearing this clearly, everyone's hearts immediately sank to the bottom.
Especially the non-commissioned officer on duty knocked down the food shelf and sat down on the ground, with food scattered all around.
The 'damn fat pig' Cessna was talking about was none other than Fatty Stark, who was slumped in his chair at this moment.
He knew that this time, he would have to go to a military court.
"Quick, go and report."
The sergeant came to his senses and shouted loudly.
The stunned soldiers ran out immediately.
Base director, office.
Mossos was holding coffee, and there was a fragrant turkey on the dining table not far away.
This was cooked specially for him by the base chef.
As a carnivore, every meal must include meat.
And today, what can compare to a turkey shipped from a distant motherland?
This is the taste of hometown.
This is the best gift for Christmas.
Well, a gift from home.
Mossos put down his coffee, then sat at the dining table, then picked up the prepared knife and fork, preparing to cut off the fattest part as his own appetizer.
But before the knife could cut through, the door was violently pushed open.
His adjutant came in. He looked panicked and immediately said, "Sir, something happened to our Baiyang."
Mossos' scolding words were blocked in his mouth, and then he put down his knife and fork, "What happened?"
"Sir, Bai Yang was on a reconnaissance mission and was intercepted by the enemy. Contact has now been lost."
"Impossible, how could the other party intercept them? Impossible, that's a blackbird, that's not a house sparrow!"
Mossos reacted and argued immediately. The adjutant opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Just stood aside and looked at each other silently.
The next second, Mossos pushed the turkey down on the table and strode out.
The adjutant quickly followed.
"Contact that damn Howard, I want him to see me immediately, immediately."
The adjutant stopped and immediately ran to the other side.
Bang
The door was kicked open and Mossos walked quickly to the communication desk. The fat man next to him stepped aside.
The sergeant quickly stepped forward to report the situation.
"You're saying that Baiyang was attacked, possibly by missiles carried by planes?"
"Yes sir."
The sergeant quickly opened the recorded recording, and Mossos listened carefully with a cold face.
"...there are missiles behind you..."
"It's a plane..."
"Wal, we're locked!"
...
After listening for a moment, Mossos's face turned red.
He knew something must have happened to Bai Yang, but the problem was that they didn't know the final situation.
At the very least, we need to know which area the plane crashed in, what happened in the end, whether it was a plane or a missile, and what happened to the two of them.
But now, apart from bursts of curses, calls over and over again, and complaints over and over again, there is nothing else.
And the main responsibility for all this is these bastards.
Thinking that after something happened to Blackbird, the higher-ups would definitely send someone to investigate, and other issues would even be involved.
Thinking of this, the beautiful atmosphere of Christmas disappears without a trace.
"Here comes someone."
Mossos shouted loudly, and then a group of military police walked in.
"Take this damn malfeasance away and put him in a solitary room."
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After the words fell, everyone in the room turned pale.
There was also a foul smell, and everyone looked and saw that it was the fat man Stark, with a pool of yellow under his trousers.
"Take it away for me."
Mossos slapped the table and became furious, and no one dared to resist.
The three people came to the fat man and dragged the fat man out with great effort.
Mossos listened to the recording over and over again until there was no one else in the room.
The more I listened, the more frightened I became.
What is certain is that the other party is well prepared.
This is a trap.
But he is the stupid prey, putting the fat in his mouth.
More importantly, this Blackbird is not in the normal duty schedule, which means that the aircraft should be at the base.
But now, where has this plane gone?
"Howard, this bastard, this bastard..."
Thinking of this mission, he wanted to shoot this bastard.
Base, in the bar.
Howard and Mele are enjoying the gentleness like water. In this cold season, only the warmth from their skin can make them feel relaxed.
"Oh, dear Mr. Mele, this place is different from the senior officials."
Howard looked at Mele who was about to disarm and couldn't help but joked loudly.
Mele gritted his teeth, looked at the opponent's effortless expression, and couldn't help but snorted, "You must have taken medicine, otherwise, you would never be able to defeat me."
Howard chuckled, "Is it so difficult to admit that others are better than you?"
"Go away, you can admit everything else, but this man's dignity cannot be acknowledged."
As he spoke, Mele endured it again, but his movements slowed down.
"Haha, your ridiculous manly dignity is worthless in front of me..."
Bang
The door was knocked open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, making the two of them shiver.
Then came the woman's scream, and the two people's disbelief.
"What are you doing?"
"Howard, we have been ordered to pick you up. Please come with us immediately."
The person who came had no intention of talking to the two of them. Several people behind him immediately stepped forward and dragged the two of them out.
"Damn, give us clothes..."
After the two were dragged out and everyone left, the women finally recovered from their panic and came to the clothes, took out all the money inside, and then left holding the clothes.
In the car, the two of them were wrapped in a blanket, their noses and faces were bruised and swollen.
This is the result of their resistance.
But right now, they don't have any intention of revenge, because the news they got was too shocking.
The car stopped, and the two of them immediately ran into the communications room wrapped in blankets.
Just when I came in, I was frightened by the appearance of Mossus.
At this moment, Mossos didn't care at all about the other party's embarrassment, and stared at Howard with a fierce expression, "Damn Howard, this is a trap, and you are the accomplices. You must take full responsibility this time."
"If it weren't for your faulty intelligence, would we have suffered such heavy losses?"
"I will take you to court and accept the severest punishment."
Mossos wanted to kill the two of them.
Because of this, his bright career was about to be cut short.
My heart aches when I think of this.
"Mr. Mossus, please calm down and listen to me."
Howard held the blanket with one hand to cover his body, and asked Mossos to calm down with the other hand.
But Mossos didn't have the patience to call the guards to take the two of them down.
"Stop, stop, I'm from the Intelligence Bureau, you don't have this power."
Howard shook off the guard's hand and looked at Mossos, "Tell me everything you know, we still have a chance."
"Mossos, you know that I am better at intelligence than you."
"If you tell me, we may still have a chance. If you don't tell us, it will be difficult for both of us."
Perhaps it was Howard's voice that made Mossos change his mind and let the guards go out.
"I want to know everything."
Howard spoke, Mossos snorted, turned on the recorder, and the three of them listened.
The more he listened, the colder Howard felt.
Needless to say, once you hear it, you will know that the other party has a purpose and a plan to carry out the ambush.
Mele's legs were already trembling.
If they received false information and caused such losses, then the main responsibility lies with them.
Thinking of this, Mele couldn't restrain his bladder.
"What else do you have to say? This is just a play, a trap that has been laid out long ago."
"But you just stepped in."
Mossos was smoking a cigarette and his face looked ugly.
Howard opened his mouth, at a loss.
Suddenly, Mossos stood up and said, "I will report it truthfully."
After saying that, he walked out. He wanted the guards to keep an eye on these two people, but they couldn't let them run away, otherwise who would hold the tank?
Just as he was about to open the door, he saw the door open and the adjutant barged in.
This was the second time he saw this look today, and a bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
"Sir, listen to this."
As he spoke, he quickly ran to the radio on the side, and then turned it quickly until a faint sound came from inside, and then stopped.
The three people in the room were stunned and didn't know why.
Just listening to this tune, I feel familiar.
The adjutant immediately said, "Sir, this is the track played by the Chinese satellite."
"They have announced that they launched a rocket not long ago and successfully launched an artificial satellite weighing 173 kilograms after ten minutes of flight."
"The song playing now is called Dongfanghong."
"The whole world has received it."
The more the adjutant spoke, the more the three people in the room felt their hearts sinking, until they sank into the sea of ice and shuddered.
After the adjutant finished speaking, there was only the melody of Dongfanghong that kept repeating in the room, but it became a nightmare that the three of them could not get rid of.