"this……"

The officials were collectively speechless, but their eyes were vaguely focused on Caldwell.

They will not do such a thing as taking the blame.

But scapegoating is their specialty, and according to the system of the United States of America, the best player to take the blame is always the president.

The presidential term is four years. Once the four years are up, the current president will step down and the next president will take office. This matter has nothing to do with them.

Let the next president, or the president after that, have to deal with those rotten and broken things.

"Hmph..." Caldwell snorted coldly in his heart, these guys are just following the wind.

"If you want us to withdraw our troops, show sincerity." Caldwell said solemnly: "Let your leader come and talk to me. Also, let my secretary of defense go!"

"Ahhhh...!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Palmer's screams sounded again on the other side of the phone.

Caldwell's face became more gloomy, but he still calmed himself down.

"Is this how your organization negotiates? That's too despicable."

"Despicable?" On the other side of the phone, Team Albert, who was stepping on Palmer, raised his chin and tilted his head, as if he heard some joke.

"Huh huh huh..."

The Albert player chuckled and slowly raised his right leg, hanging it above Palmer's head.

Palmer felt that the feet on his head were no longer there, but there was still an inexplicable danger standing on top of his head, so he struggled and turned to look above his head.

It was seen that the feet of the Albert team member were not completely lifted, but were still hanging thirty centimeters above his head.

Palmer looked up at the opponent, looking at the red eyes on the opponent's helmet. Although he couldn't see what kind of face there was, he could feel a murderous intent from those eyes.

Suddenly, the feet hanging above his head moved, and the steel soles that were harder than his head suddenly stepped down.

"No, don't..."

"Bang!"

There was a sound on the ground, and Palmer's head burst open like a watermelon. A mixture of red and white things shot out, covering the already bloody ground.

"Palmer..."

In the President's Office, Caldwell's face was as gloomy as water.

All the senior government officials were also silent. They all heard the screams for mercy and the sound like a balloon exploding.

"Mr. President, you seem to have made a mistake..." The deep, rich voice of the previous Albert team member sounded on the phone, "We... don't need hostages."

Caldwell said nothing. He was still in a complex state of shock, anger and fear.

The Minister of Defense, a high-ranking official of a country, died so simply.

Although he didn't die in front of them, it didn't make any difference.

The other party is so unscrupulous, aren't you afraid of angering them, one of the five most powerful countries in the world?

"Ugh~ vomit~!"

Looking at this tragic and disgusting scene, a female technician vomited on the spot and knelt on the ground vomiting.

"In one month, try to do it before all your soldiers are wiped out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone sounded a "beep" busy tone and the call was disconnected.

"Crack!"

In the President's Office, Caldwell pressed the microphone in his hand heavily on the landline, his face gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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"The mission is completed, you can leave."

The two Albert team members looked at each other and nodded, then turned to look at the remaining people in the bunker, holding the secret blade at an angle in their hands, and slowly walked towards them.

"No, don't..."

"Ah~!"

After a burst of swords and blood, there was not a single survivor in the bunker.

"Where are the quick reaction forces?"

"We will arrive at Makusen-no-miya in five minutes."

After killing all the survivors in the bunker, the two asked casually. When they learned that the rapid reaction force would arrive in five minutes, they put away the secret blade and walked out of the bunker calmly.

"A large number of police officers have gathered outside Makusen-no-gu Shrine. Ignore them and go directly to the roof."

When the two re-entered the elevator passage, the voices of other team members rang in their ears, and a virtual screen popped up at the same time, which contained the agents and police officers gathered in the passage, preparing to equip themselves and come down from the elevator passage.

"Start the booster."

"Boosters are ready."

The two of them stood at the bottom of the elevator passage, with their legs slightly bent. There was a "boom" sound on the spot, and their bodies flew towards the top of the elevator passage. At the same time, the back boosters were turned on to accelerate their ascent.

"Huh? What's the sound?"

The agent who wanted to stop the two Albert team members earlier was standing at the door of the damaged elevator. He heard a strange sound, like a jet aircraft.

Frowning, he grabbed both sides of the door and stuck his head out to look at the bottom of the pitch-black passage.

"Boom! Boom!"

But the moment he looked down, two phantoms flashed past him, like two high-speed fighter jets. The shock wave generated directly lifted him several meters away.

"Boom~!!"

The next moment, there was a loud noise from the top of the elevator passage, and a little light fell down.

Someone tremblingly stuck out his head and looked towards the top of the elevator passage. He saw that there seemed to be two more holes at the top of the elevator passage.

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Location: Qingping City, island country.

Time: March 10, 1989, 12:20 noon.

"Well, the war in the Aztec Republic is finally over."

In an outdoor cafe, a burly man in a white shirt sat on a chair, with a cup of steaming coffee placed on the table in front of him.

He has short white shawl hair, black sunglasses without frames, a stack of newspapers in his left hand, and a super large chimney in his right hand.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, taking a puff from time to time and spitting it out with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Don't smoke in public places, especially in such casual places."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

The white-haired man looked up and saw a young man walking towards him, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite him.

The man was wearing an expensive suit, with bangs parted three-quarters. He adjusted his glasses while sitting down, giving him a poetic and poetic temperament.

"Ah, sorry, sorry."

"It happened accidentally."

When Nobu said this, Mo Laowu took off his cigarette, bent down and put it out on the ground, then put it out and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

"Sir, your coffee."

The waiter stopped in front of Nobu, took the coffee out of the plate, placed it in front of him, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

"War is not our concern." Nobu picked up the coffee in front of him and blew out a breath. The aroma of the coffee was fragrant. "Tell me, let me come all the way to a small place like this..."

"What is the trouble?"

"Hehe..." Mo Laowu grinned, put the newspaper on the table with his left hand, took out a document bag from his arms with his right hand, slapped it on the table, pushed it gently, and the document bag slid to Nobu.

"Take a look at this, you will definitely be interested."

Norbu took a sip of coffee and looked down. There were two big red characters on it that caught the eye.
Chapter completed!