Major General Green felt that his nerves were about to be crushed.
Not long after he had a secret video conference with the intelligence agencies of several OTAN countries, his intelligence officer Linda brought another bad news.
He had heard too much bad news tonight, and he felt that he never wanted to hear bad news again.
I just had another video call with CIA director Passy. Passy comforted Green and said that OTAN's allies would definitely handle the secret war with the KGB. After all the good words, he only asked Green to give him some more time.
time!?
Green now wants to slap himself on the ear.
You shouldn't have promised Patsy just now that you would give him three more hours to deal with this mess.
As soon as the video call was hung up, Linda knocked on the door with bad news.
"General, something happened!"
When Linda said something happened, Green's heart jumped into his throat and he couldn't get down.
"What's wrong?"
Linda's face looked very ugly.
She picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the large LCD screen on the wall.
It's a TV station.
When Green saw the SVT TV station logo, he could not wait to drive to the station director's office right now, grab the guy in a suit and ties sitting behind the executive desk, and give him a good punch to let him know what military secrets and
National Security!
Under the guise of press freedom, these reporters have no shame, let alone a conscience.
During the two hours when the incident happened on Castle Island, reporters from all over the world swarmed in. Some were from major TV stations, some were anxious for independent news, and some were paparazzi who specialized in selling news.
These people are like vultures that eat carrion next to a dying person, hovering in the sky, waiting for the dead person, and then rush up to feast on them.
Tonight, the familiar face of the pretty and upright field reporter in the picture looked so disgusting to Green.
"...We have just received a shocking piece of footage..."
Then, the camera turned to the opposite side of the island.
Fireballs exploded on the top floor of the castle, gunshots were faintly heard, and firefights could be vaguely seen in the darkness, and some were shot from the air.
These include regular mechanized troops under martial law on the seaside, as well as soldiers who are busy setting up Swedish RBS 70 anti-aircraft missiles on the seaside.
Finally the camera switches again.
Over the bridge from Castle Island to Ship Island, a helicopter was hit, exploded, and crashed into the sea.
These news pictures were shot extremely professionally. As expected, a big TV station is a big TV station. The shooting quality is first-rate. There are also bursts of exclamations from the onlookers outside the camera. If it weren’t for the news program mark in the upper left corner, I would have thought it was a casual broadcast.
A gunfight blockbuster.
"What are they going to do!" Major General Green clenched his fists and slammed them on the table.
The table made a dull sound, startling the people around it.
"What do the police do! What do those people from the Information Agency do! How can these pictures be broadcast!? Just now our people tried to infiltrate into the castle through the secret passage. It was these reporters who filmed them entering the building.
Leading to the discovery of the operation!"
Green blamed the media for the death of the SOG special forces member just now.
"Damn the media! Don't they know my difficulties!? Do they think they are doing an entertainment program now!? They can film whatever they want!?"
He walked back and forth in front of the table like a frantic dog, and finally punched the table.
The phone rings.
Green's face turned pale.
You can use your toes to think of who will call you now.
Picking up the receiver, Green listened and answered yes without any extra words.
Putting down the phone, he shouted to Linda: "Go, pick up Patsy, I want to talk to this damn American gangster!"
Green angrily left the temporary command center and followed Linda into the video conference room.
Patsy's video communication was quickly connected.
Seeing Patsy's image on the screen, Green no longer cared about being polite to this guy and gave him an ultimatum: "Patsy, what is the current level of negotiation between you and the KGB? I must know the progress!"
Passy spread his hands and said in a placating tone: "General, we have sent people to contact the European operations director of the KGB. They are working now. You know, it is not up to us at the CIA to hand over Korolev.
This involves the security of the entire OTAN..."
"We are not members of OTAN. We don't have to pay for your mess!" Green angrily issued an ultimatum: "The Ministry of National Defense called me just now. The royal family already knows about His Highness Gustav, and now the island has
It was completely out of control. The media captured the gun battle and explosions and put them on the news. The phone numbers of the police station and the Anti-Terrorism Bureau have been bombarded. I have no time for you!"
He looked at the Rolex Green Submariner in his hand: "The last half hour, the last half hour, this is the maximum deadline I can give you, otherwise I will let the SOG special forces launch a strong attack in half an hour!"
"General, you must consider the safety of the hostages. Please give us some more time." Passy said.
Major General Green's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no, we don't have to pay for your fault. If the final result of the matter is unacceptable to our government, then all the countries involved in this incident will receive our diplomatic note!
You must be responsible for all the consequences that occur at this time!"
After that, he pressed the button on the desktop hard, and Patsy, who was about to continue explaining, disappeared from the screen.
"Linda, inform Red and ask him to prepare for a new round of attack in 30 minutes. We must show a tough image to the outside world that we will not negotiate with KB elements!"
"Yes, General." Before Linda could finish her words, her phone suddenly rang.
After listening to the phone call, her face stiffened.
"General..."
Green seemed to realize there was bad news again.
"Linda, don't tell me it's still bad news." He covered his face with his hands, rubbed it vigorously, and said with a hint of despair: "The pressure I have endured tonight is already great enough."
"Unfortunately, General, he is the leader of the gravediggers. Simon wants to see you and he is already on the line." Linda said this and lowered her tone: "Do you need me to connect the signal here?"
Green veins were exposed on the palms of Green's hands. He rubbed his face fiercely a few times, put down his hands, and his face regained its determination.
"Take it over and let me see what other tricks he wants to play! These bastards! Sometimes they cry!"
The screen flashed and then lit up.
A masked Ximen appeared in the video and waved his hand towards Green: "Your Majesty General, I found that the transaction between us lacked some sincerity, so I would like to remind you now what integrity is."