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"The Foreign Embassy was attacked?" Trumbull turned his head to look at the visitor in shock, "Are there any casualties?"
"The specific situation is not yet clear. People from the foreign embassy are counting the casualties and losses. However, the explosion point is not the foreign embassy. The foreign affairs director hopes to talk to you privately. He has something to report to you."
"Well," it doesn't matter if it explodes in the foreign embassy. Trum Bull put down his worries and glanced at Ray Monroe who was almost stunned next to him.
Suddenly, he remembered that the Foreign Affairs Office was right next to Devonhill Square, and combined with Ray Monroe's expression, he pointed at him in disbelief and shouted, "How dare you, how dare you".
Even asking "how dare you", Ray Monroe, who also had the same misunderstanding, didn't even know how to say a word of defense at this time.
"How dare you go your own way even when you are reporting to me?"
"No," Trumbull immediately lost his mind after thinking about it for a moment, and stared at Ray Monroe timidly, "Are you talking to me to delay time, so that the executioner has time to complete your order?
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"Guards, guards." When he thought of how Monroe, the deputy leader of c1a, dared to act privately during this special period, Trumbull immediately yelled "guards."
Several soldiers with armbands quickly rushed in front of him and saluted. Trump pointed at Ray Monroe and said, "Arrest him. No one is allowed to approach him without my order, let alone talk to him."
conversation".
"Yse, sir", the four guards immediately saluted and stood around Ray Monroe in four corners.
Trumbull said with a straight face, "You have been relieved of your duties."
This statement made Ray Monroe look mortified. At this time, he thought that Ward Abbott, the director of the Stumbling Block Project, and his team were acting too fast. William's building was actually blown up within an hour of the phone call being made.
Seeing that Ray Monroe was very cooperative and followed the guard's instructions, Trum-Burson sighed and had to think about how to deal with the matter cleanly.
He walked up to Monroe and asked in a low voice, "For the sake of God and Benjamin's safety, tell me who else knows about this and whether those who carried it out have confidentiality measures."
Monroe said dejectedly, "Don't worry, the people who carry out the execution are all carefully selected. Not only have they undergone the most stringent review, we also have the means to control them to ensure that no one will be caught alive.
Sorry, Boolean, I did give the order, and I just reported the reason to you, but I didn’t expect the execution efficiency of this team to be so high."
Speaking of this, Ray Monroe suddenly felt that the stumbling block plan he presided over was very feasible. In the past, even the most elite field staff were not so efficient.
Monroe stared at Trum and expected, "You must rescue Benjamin, otherwise it will be useless no matter what I say to you now. What is waiting for me will definitely be resignation, and the plan I am secretly executing will be cancelled."
"I will definitely do my best to rescue Benjamin." Seeing that Monroe still didn't confess to himself in this situation, Trumbull couldn't help but feel angry, "Just stay in the detention room and don't do anything unnecessary.
, do you understand?"
"What else can I do like this?" Monroe looked at the four guards on the side.
Without any more nonsense, Trum said to the guard, "Take him away."
Watching Ray Monroe being taken away, Trumbull understood that Monroe did this to save Benjamin Arthur. His intention was good, but his method was too rough and direct.
When he told William about the information exchange, Monroe did not stop the action team in time, which seemed too brainless, and he naively thought that a secret plan could save him.
There is no need to think about it now. William, who learned that his building was bombed, would definitely doubt them. Even if he didn't doubt them, he would definitely hate Monroe for preventing him from providing information to him.
Now it was even more difficult to get William to help.
Returning to the conference room, Trumbull dismissed the other staff, leaving a few senior officials to contact the London Foreign Affairs Director. The result of the report was as he imagined.
The explosion point was the four commercial buildings on Devonhill Square. The foreign embassy was too close. Although the theme building was fine, all the glass was shattered. Many staff were injured to varying degrees, let alone the office now.
, how to deal with so many injured people is a problem.
Finally, the foreign affairs director expressed his doubts and pointed out in a subtle way that someone from their side should have done this.
"I understand. Your current task is to send people to find Benjamin and deal with the wounded. Put the rest aside first and pay attention to confidentiality."
"I understand, Mr. Vice President Tong, but with the few people I have who can go out in the field, it will be difficult to find Mr. Benjamin Tong in a short time. We need help."
Everyone here understands what the Foreign Affairs Director means, but with such a big mess in London, even an idiot would not believe that there was no mole in the English officialdom, and the mole might have a very high position.
So they would rather believe William than ask the English official for help and "try your best."
After hanging up the satellite link, Trumbull leaned on the boss's chair with a headache, covering his forehead and thinking of a countermeasure. If he didn't ask the English for help, it would still take three hours for their latest special forces to be airdropped into London. Just when everyone was at a loss.
, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.
"Come in" shouted Trum-Bull.
"Sir, I thought of it, I thought of it." As soon as the door opened, Church, dressed in military uniform, walked in quickly and shouted excitedly to the people present,
"Sir, we must ask William Devonshire for help. I even suspect that Benjamin Bucket has been in his sight. If he doesn't say anything or doesn't rescue him immediately, he is most likely waiting to maximize his profits."
"What do you mean?" The people sitting there were confused by the words of the church. Trumbull said anxiously, "Hell, just tell me what you know."
"Remember what William Devonshire said before?" Church said excitedly, "He said he knew that Benjamin Bucket and Michael Banning were still alive, and they didn't even know they were injured.
Normally there is nothing wrong with this, but if you think about it carefully, how did he know that the person beside Benjamin must be Banning, and he was very sure that both of them were not injured, considering that they had just experienced a crash.
Is there a 50% probability that William Devonshire’s people have been following Benjamin and Banning since the crash, and even know where they are now?”
"No, no, no" the church muttered as he walked back and forth, and suddenly slapped his forehead, "Gad, I'm so stupid. From what I know about William, he must definitely know where Benjamin is?"
Then the church shouted to the person who brought him in, "Bring up the video of the phone call with William."
Trumbull nodded to the man, and soon the video of the communication with William appeared on the big screen on the wall of the conference room. Church pointed at the newly appeared William and said, "He said he was taking a nap. Pay attention to the pajamas on him."