Half an hour later, the matter had reached the White House, which held an emergency meeting. Brigadier General Frank Hammer from California participated in the meeting remotely.
"God bless the United States. The chemical part of the disintegrated VX poison gas missile was not damaged, and the VX poison gas did not leak. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous..."
Brigadier General Khan was still frightened when he told all this. The previous battle was too sudden. Before he had time to warn his men, someone hit the guy. When those green balls rolled out, his heart skipped a beat.
It reaches the throat.
After Hanmo finished speaking, everyone looked at the president, but found that the president seemed a little absent-minded.
"Your Excellency the President..."
"Well……"
President Raphson seemed to be awakened from a nightmare, and then he reacted: "This is a very serious matter, well, what do you think..."
Everyone present looked at each other without trace. Obviously, the newly appointed interim president gave them an unreliable feeling.
"Well, Khan, who are those guys who robbed the poison gas missiles?"
This kind of thing should be handled by the president, but President Rafson obviously has no intention of doing so, so the Secretary of Defense can only do it for him.
"We don't know yet, but I suspect it's very likely that it's someone from the military. Not many people know that VX gas is temporarily stored at Camp Pelderton. I've also sent the dead guy's facial close-up and fingerprint information.
Go back to the Pentagon and FBI, they are investigating..."
When Fran Hanmer said this, he still had a sense of unreality. He was originally going to steal the poison gas missile with his men, but by some mistake, someone actually got ahead of him and used his own.
identity.
"Then let's talk about it now. The other party is pretending to be Hanmo. What do you think, Barnes?"
Defense Minister El Calaimo’s words are profound.
Barnes, one with his head on the other, could only shrug when facing everyone's gaze: "I guess the other party must have used something like a silicone mask. This thing is a rare item. Currently, only cia equipment is available in the country, and, cia
Internally, only the disbanded imf team likes to use them..."
"You mean, Ethan Hunt did this thing?"
Hearing this name, almost all the senior executives frowned. They had all experienced Ethan Hunter's ability to cause trouble.
While everyone was still discussing, President Rafson's brain was thinking about another thing.
His assistant had been out of contact for more than four hours, which was not a good sign. Rafson felt a deep sense of crisis, as if there was a poisonous snake staring at him.
First, he killed the current president, and then arranged for someone to use a phone bomb to ambush him. Of course, he could not have done these things alone. He had assistants, and the assistant was his only contact.
Assistants are very useful, which he discovered when he attacked the White House before. As long as he silences himself in time, nothing will involve him.
Originally, a silence plan was arranged this time, but before he could take action, the assistant disappeared. It is not known whether he ran away or was caught.
President Raphson felt uneasy. The direction of Congress's investigation into him was basically in the right direction, but there was no conclusive evidence yet. However, once the assistant fell into the hands of Congress, he would be in danger.
Raphson does not want to become the first president in American history to be impeached and step down and face criminal prosecution.
Didi didi~ didi didi~
The phone on the table in the conference room suddenly rang. FBI Director Womack, who was nearest, glanced at everyone, saw President Ravelson nodded, and pressed the speakerphone button.
"Sir, the identity of the other party has been found out. The deceased's name is Daniel Blanchett, a former member of the Shadow Force..."
Shadow troops?
There was a brief silence in the conference room, and everyone glanced at each other. Obviously, no one expected that the other party's identity was the shadow army that had been missing for the past two days.
Finding the Shadow Force is equivalent to finding Sheffield. This is a truth that everyone understands.
"Where is he?"
The CIA's Barnes and the Secretary of Defense spoke almost at the same time.
Sheffield, who was born in the Army, actually turned traitor. This is a shame for the United States and a shame for the Pentagon. Therefore, the military has been actively trying to clean up the country.
Capturing Sheffield and recovering the black box have been the CIA's main tasks recently. However, Sheffield's whereabouts are secretive, and the CIA has not been able to find him, let alone the whereabouts of the black box.
Unfortunately, they are destined to be disappointed.
"Sorry, we lost the pursuit. At that time, the VX gas was likely to endanger the safety of the entire base and even California, so we did not continue the pursuit. Afterwards, when we investigated again, we found that all the cameras along the way had been destroyed...
…”
"damn it……"
Barnes cursed unwillingly, not knowing whether to express dissatisfaction or dissatisfaction with the Marine Corps.
"General Hammer, how many missiles have been robbed from us in total?"
President Raphson, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.
"Four, Your Excellency, we went in time, they only had time to snatch four..."
"God bless the United States, you have done a good job, General..."
Hearing the compliment, Hammer still felt strange. Originally, he should be the one they were talking about about Sheffield, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he actually became the hero who stopped him.
"So, who can tell me how much damage these four warheads can cause?"
After all, Raphson was the president, and he easily took control of the meeting with just a few words, but no one thought there was anything wrong with this. After all, he was the president.
"Your Excellency, I don't think anyone has more say in this matter than my subordinates..."
Womack pointed at a man in the corner and said: "This is Gusby, a senior chemical weapons expert from the FBI. He knows very well about VX poison gas..."
President Rafson looked at Goolsby: "Well, Mr. Chemical Weapons Expert, please tell me what kind of casualties those four poison gas missiles can cause..."
"Seventy to eighty thousand, one warhead..."
“The unit is the person?”
"Yes, this is just under normal circumstances. If you encounter extreme situations, such as strong winds, the consequences will be even more terrifying..."
One piece is worth 70,000 to 80,000 people, and four pieces is 300,000 people. Although everyone sitting here is used to seeing strong winds and waves, they still took a breath.
A group of big guys and the national security adviser were discussing various possibilities after Sheffield got this batch of missiles, where he might hide, what he might do with these missiles, whether to attack the United States mainland or
Sold to other forces...
Raphson looked at everything in the conference room and was a little confused in his mind.
Womack looked at the silent President Raphson, and he keenly realized that President Raphson's attitude changed only after hearing about the Shadow Force and Sheffield. Could it be...