Paris, Palace of Brine.

In fact, this is not as quiet as Giles Jeffrey thought. Even at around 3 a.m., the lights are still bright. Information about overseas garrisons around the world are being transmitted every moment and then summarized into available information.

The overseas troops once had more than 70,000 troops!

Even one-fifth of the air power is overseas. From this point of view, in fact, within the decades after the end of World War II, the Gaul rooster quietly became a wealthy family, and then amazed everyone.

But, if you can only bully some small countries, in Africa, you may not be able to bully a few countries. If you have the five permanent members behind Tanzania, who will be the backer? If you are beating, do you believe it or not, I will ask my boss to beat you up?

When Giles Jeffrey called and the duty was a colonel, he asked bluntly, "Is General Andrew Byron here?"

"No, sir."

"Who is the leader on duty today?"

"Minister Jim," said the Colonel.

Giles Jeffrey's expression became ugly when he heard this name, because his nickname was obtained on the other party's head. The opponent was lying on the ground with two uppercuts and twitching, becoming famous in one battle, and both sides also had deep hatred.

So, he said oh, then pondered for a while, and said, "Then I understand, I'll call the general."

He felt disgusted when he heard Jim.

"Okay... OK," said the colonel, after hanging up the phone, shrugged, and continued to rush to him online, swaying his body with the little bell inside, and the gentleman's body was brewing with artistic cells.

When a dark shadow covered the light, the colonel looked up and was a little confused. When he saw the visitor, he hurriedly stood up, "Mr. Jim."

Jim nodded and asked casually, "Is there anything going on?" He supported the table with his right hand, his face full of dissatisfaction, and there was still a bit of alcohol on his body. He had to check in. There was no way, so he could only drink halfway before going back. There were merchants waiting there.

"No...oh, Mr. Giles Jeffrey just now came to find the general." The colonel originally wanted to say that there was nothing, but when he thought of what happened just now, he still reported it. What the leader does is his business. Whether he says it or not, it is your business. As long as he has told the leader, he will not have to take the blame.

The level is too low and the back cannot be moved.

Jim was yawning, but when he heard it, he took back his movements and turned his head to look at him. His eyes were covered with bloodshot, "What did he say?"

He will never forget the revenge of those punches. Every time he sees the other party's smile, it makes his left cheek hurt, but he doesn't dare to act rashly. But he feels more and more aggrieved and always wants to find an opportunity to take revenge.

The Colonel said, "Mr. Giles didn't say it."

Jim frowned, knocked on the table with his fingers, pondered rhythmically, and then gave a few instructions to the colonel, walked out of the Brenne Palace, took out the car keys, and was about to open the car door, when he saw the lights on the General Andrew Byron's lounge on the first floor.

Is the general there?

He hesitated for a while, then walked over, stepped over the green belt, and lay his ears under the wall to eavesdrop, but the people inside spoke in a low voice. He did not hear any valuable news. Instead, because of his height problem, he did not stop when he wanted to step on the edge corner. He did not pay attention and slid down. After making a sound, he was startled and the voices inside stopped.

Jim was startled and ran away quickly. In a panic, his leather shoes fell off. He wanted to go back and pick them up, but when he saw someone coming from a distance, he swallowed his saliva and turned around and ran away. General Andrew Byron opened the window, holding a satellite phone in his hand, and looked at the embarrassed back. The swollen old man's eyes sank slightly, "It seems that someone has heard about our affairs."

Giles Jeffrey opposite him felt a sank in his heart, "Who is it?"

"I don't know." Byron's eyes fixed on the leather shoe, "I think I'll know tomorrow."

"We must get the steam catapult system! This will have a great effect on the future navy, and the control of our overseas core areas will become more and more powerful."

“Don’t we need to report to the president?”

"No, I will notify the rest of the National Defense Parliament. Before negotiations are done, you can just report to me." General Andrew Byron skipped the president directly, which also has something to do with the French system. He continued, "You have to be fully responsible for this matter, and we will get it at all costs."

To be able to say this, Andrew Bayer is not like bragging. Obviously, to a certain extent, he can determine the direction of the country.

For military matters, even if the President wants to pass a certain reform, if General Andrew disagrees, you can only stare at me. But if you force yourself, it will hurt. Everyone is not good-looking in terms of face, which will only cause internal consumption, and everyone maintains a certain degree of patience.

But Andrew did not intend to tell the President about this matter, because there are only a few politicians, but soldiers will last for a lifetime! After the former retires, what he says will not be connected with the country, and confidentiality measures must be good.

At least, we must keep it from the president before negotiations are done.

Politicians are surrounded by spies!

At least this is true in Andrew's opinion. The fewer people know about this, the better.

Giles Jeffrey felt a little excited. If he did this well, would his future be ahead?

He tried hard to maintain his calmness and said calmly, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Andrew walked out of the lounge calmly, and he wanted to ask who has been here.

...

Jim was lucky. He walked into the car and didn't meet a military policeman. He drove away. He drove away. He stopped in a place without street lights and felt panic when he was shining by street lights.

I called the bosses who were waiting for me in the bar and said that I was not coming.

Then I thought in the car, it was almost four o'clock in the morning, and that guy Giles had to call here at this time? Is there anything I can't say tomorrow? Can I find an opportunity here to defeat the other party?

At the same time, I was also afraid that my shoes would be picked up by someone?

Will anyone see themselves?

Beep ~

When he was nervous, the horn of the car was ringing, which scared him to his senses, but he was determined to take out the phone, dial a number, and put it in his ears, and it was very nervous. After about two sounds, someone answered the other side, and the voice was very tired, "Hey, it's me."

"Jim?" After a quiet moment on the other side, he said in a puzzled tone, "What's the matter?"

"We made an appointment to meet in the old place."

"What's wrong?"

Jim was excited, "I found a chance to defeat Giles Jeffrey!"

……
Chapter completed!