Zefnaya left with his pride.

Melville stood up and stretched. The bosses who were in the meeting had left. What were they doing? Just as they were about to leave, a teasing mockery sounded around him, "The thief and the son of Melville J really both grew wisdom on their abdominal muscles, right? General Melville."

He turned around and saw a major general with a thick beard and big and thick head coming over and said with a smile.

Because Zefnaya has a bad background, he is from a small town in the south, and his father has a history of jail and his mother gave birth to him in a cowshed, which made many people privately call him a combination of a thief and a J girl.

"Mr. Pearson, you should have stood up and called your boss at the meeting, not here, stressed to me." Melville is a typical soldier. He doesn't like this intrigue. The other party wants to climb up and recruit some people everywhere. When he doesn't know? Melville doesn't want to intervene in this behavior, it's shameful and despicable.

Major General Pearson was said by Melville, with a blushing face and thick neck. After humming for a few words, he left with a dark face and dark waist. Melville knew that the other party must be cursing him for being ungrateful, but he wanted to mock Pearson's timidity. If he had this ability, he should have stood up just now, and Zefonia would tell him what an iron fist is!

Leaving the military headquarters and changing into casual clothes, Melville drove home exhaustedly. The co-pilot had a Spanish Z-62 submachine gun and installed magazines. Mexico City is not safe now. It is best to have weapons to defend itself. There is also a bulletproof vest in the back seat. It is close to seven in the morning. Some people have already gotten up to make a living? He drove the car to a newsstand? He likes to buy a newspaper and go home.

"Put me a Mexican newspaper."

Melville opened the passenger's window and shouted at the newsstand. An old man came out from inside. He saw Melville with a hat. He said hello first. Although he didn't know who the other party was? He often came to buy it. He always looked familiar. Melville bent down, looked for change from the front storage mouth of the passenger, and handed it to the other party 5 pesos.

Just after he took the newspaper? He saw a line of words written in a red pen on the front page.

"Internal War?! People inside the matter: The military is ready to fight the flour group!"

Melville's brow trembled? His fear was amplified. This should be the most private news inside. Why was stupidity spread? And it was hanging high in the genuine newspaper. He had no thoughts to go home to sleep. Now he just wanted to go back to the military department? As soon as his car turned around, his phone rang? Just as he picked it up, there was a female voice full of exhausted tone? "General Melville, General Zefnaya asked you to come back for a meeting."

"Okay? I'm on the way."

Melville returned to the military headquarters in a hurry? As soon as he entered the conference room, he saw Pearson covering his face. Half of his face was swollen. Lieutenant General Zefenia held his hands gloomy. Seeing him in, he didn't say anything. The more he looked like this, the more frightened Melville became. He sat in his position, winked at his colleagues beside him, and looked at Pearson, meaning, what's going on? The other party's face?

My colleague glanced at Zefnaya, and immediately, Melville understood that with Pearson's slap was about to hit her face, but she couldn't imagine that it would come so quickly!

He sat upright and knew that calling himself and others back would definitely have something to do.

Zefenia looked at the watch and stood up, "Everyone, we won't wait for those who haven't come. I'll call you back because I didn't expect someone to be so arrogant and reveal our plan!" He smashed the Mexican newspaper on the table, and everyone's eyes, including Pearson, were naturally attracted to it. Suddenly, the facial expressions on many people's faces began to become strange.

Melville, who had already known, saw Pearson's expression and was very entangled.

"General, this may be the news that the savior company has been spreading. These merchants have never had credibility!" A major general just throws the blame first, don't cause internal problems. Anyway, after making so much money, what's wrong with taking the blame? And it's very likely that they are, and he really guessed it right. Of course, Mister won't admit this matter if he beats me to death.

Melville nodded slightly, and he also thought it was the savior company.

He had a little research on this company. The other party started out as a black worker. Mr. Tang, the Asian man behind it, is even more legendary. There is also his legend on the gray route in Poland. Because he blacked others and paid dividends, they didn't dare to ask him for it now. Their fists were not as big as others, so they could only endure it.

Such companies should be covered with blood and useless measures, but what are the benefits for them? Do they want to provoke a civil war in Mexico? A war with the flour group? They are arms groups, and there must be benefits there, yes! That's it, it's definitely their troubles. Even if they don't, they can't live without them.

Melville suddenly thought of Mister, whose face gradually twisted under the washing of US dollars and banknotes.

But he didn't say it now. Anyway, looking at Zefonian's expression, it was obvious that the other party was planning to throw the blame to them. With a raise of his hand, the people below suddenly became quiet. Even Pearson didn't say anything. The slap he still hurts now.

"It's not about holding the accountable now. What we want to discuss is how to deal with the next thing." Zefnaya said in a deep voice.

Now everyone is quiet. They are all human spirits. If war starts, who can afford to pay this person? But if you refuse, Zefnaya, a madman, can tell you how painful it is to hit someone at No. 43. After the silence, Zefnaya was unhappy and frowned, "What are you thinking? What I need is discussion, not thinking, damn, have you learned Socrates' philosophy? Mr. Pearson!"

The name was very sudden. Pearson, who was slapped, shook his body. He was now mixed and angry that Zefnaya was not giving face. He had long thought about how to shoot the other party, but when he was named, he started to feel a slap, panic, and hesitate.

"You are still like a woman, you don't speak at all. You should be guarding the toilet, idiot!" Zefnaya didn't give any face at all and cursed. This scolding was very unpleasant. Even Melville couldn't stand it. Just when the atmosphere was getting awkward, someone knocked on the door. The secretary pushed the door in and saw everyone looking at him, his whole body stiffened.

"General...General, there is armed chaos in Chihuahua."

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Chapter completed!