He snatched the fax from the adjutant. The four-star general glanced at him for a few seconds, turned around and pushed open the door.

The room was filled with stars, and the innermost position of the long square table, the tall black suit was straight, staring at the elderly soldier pushing the door with bright eyes. The latter closed the door and read out the fax content: "His Excellency the President, the African Command replied: The 133, 271 Airborne Division began to board the plane and requested the escort of the Allied Naples forces."

"approve."

Another general pushed open the door: "Mr. Winnifield, NATO Command has mobilized urgently, and the aerial reconnaissance at Egypt, Kenya, and Turkey has taken off."

The black president was heading down on his left, Mr. Winniefield, who was barely on his head, and the U.S. Air Force Chief of Staff nodded: "Order the battle group of Dhahran, Mahira, and Izmir to take off, and order the Cherlik base to prepare for air refueling."

The door was pushed open again with a "bang" and the people were sweating profusely, with pale faces: "Mr. President, the Russian Black Sea Fleet, Northern Fleet, and Pacific Fleet left the port at the same time, and the goal was unknown for the time being."

"What?" The black president stood up suddenly, looked around, and his eyes focused on the fourth position on the left: "Mr. Rodriguez! How long will it take for Cia's report? The whole world is waiting for you! What do you want to do? Just say it, how much budget do you want to increase next quarter?"

"Mr. President..." The Director of the CIA's fat uniform was soaked with sweat, and his forehead was even brighter: "The incident happened suddenly, and my colleagues had all mobilized and worked hard. I believe it would be soon..."

"Mr. Rodriguez, please call me again and ask your colleagues how it is reported. If it still doesn't..." The president frowned and pressed his forehead with a headache: "Let's just make a quick copy, anyway, you're more proficient in this job."

"His Excellency President." The Director replied: "We never had, and we didn't need to make up reports at all. My colleagues soon..."

"Soon! Hell! Damn it! It's damn again! You've said this countless times!"

The president's right hand slapped on the table: "When the astronomical incident just happened, you said it was very fast, when Wu was found by China in the early morning, when Sierra Leone was inexplicably commissioned, you said it was very fast, and when the explosion occurred in the China conference room, you said it was very fast! Now, the Third World War is about to break out, your only answer is very fast... *Teduction! You fat pig! Take yours and go to hell soon!"

In the silence, the director of the CIA was pale, his whole body was trembling, and his forehead was covered with sweat, as if he could faint at any time. At this time, the phone in front of the director finally rang a life-saving ringtone.

Rodriguez quickly grabbed the microphone with agility that completely mismatched his figure, and a few seconds later, a CIA agent walked into the room with the report.

The content of the report was not very rich. The president put down the report in less than half a minute and pressed his forehead. The president waved to an adjutant in the corner: "Check China and Russia's headline hotline."

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Nine minutes after Wu Qingchen's assassination, at 7:06 pm Beijing time, a confidential city, a confidential location, and a confidential room.

It was also a conference room, with several people sitting around the round table, the teacup on the table had long been cooled, the glass jar was filled with cigarette butts in a mess, and a layer of smoke floated in the air in the room.

The room was quiet, everyone was silent, and their eyes were all set on the seat opposite the door, a man answering the phone.

moment.

"The CIA has confirmed..." The man with wrinkles on his forehead and black hair put down the hotline. "Thirty minutes ago, a small riot occurred in Freetown, the capital of the Republic of Sierra Leone."

"Small riots?"

"According to the current intelligence, it should be a coup." The black-haired man looked at the shorthand book on the right: "Information from the US CIA showed that at the beginning, informants in the capital of Freetown, Sierra Leone claimed that everything was normal in the capital and that no military or police had been transferred."

"The CIA ordered many times, especially after the assassination, and used some special means. The informant finally blatantly mobilized all the connections that could be mobilized in the city, and even went to the streets to ask when they saw people. Finally, some people claimed that they had witnessed sparks in the office of the Revolutionary United Front, and some people saw very light smoke in the streets near the cabinet office."

"An unusual coup."

"Yes." The man put down his shorthand book and looked solemn: "The action is secret and the assassination is decisive and direct. This is not a trick that the warlords in Sierra Leone can play."

"Sierra Leone should not be able to arrange this assassination."

The man in the next first place held off another cigarette: "This crazy and dead behavior is closer to the fanatical religious sects and the style of extreme terrorists, among which they can act so decisively and quickly, especially that there are not many organizations that can put explosives into the Great Hall of the People."

"This matter is not an urgent matter. Leave it to the sixth department first. Be quick and don't fall behind the United States too much, and be passive."

"Yes..." The fourth man in the next first place held the microphone and hesitated for a moment: "Will the conference hall be postponed..."

"No..." The Chairman waved his hand decisively: "Procrastinate the meeting, create panic, and find opportunities to provoke turmoil in the international community. This is the purpose of the enemy's arrangement of this almost inevitable failure. Now is the most dangerous time. The meeting must continue and the progress must be accelerated. We cannot afford to delay time.

"Also..." The chairman looked to the right: "General Sun, please arrange the security of the venue and tell Li Ziping not to have a psychological burden and let go of his work."
Chapter completed!