In the United States, a private estate in Minnesota, a new Cadillac slowly drove into the manor, bypassed the huge landscape fountain, and stopped in front of a dark gray holiday villa, a burly man in black hurriedly stepped forward, opened the back door, and saw someone coming out of here, the man in black said very politely:

"Hello, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Miller is waiting for you in the living room!"

"Thank you!" Anderson nodded politely to the man in black, and then followed the guidance of the man in black into the villa.

"Congratulations, Mr. Anderson, Iran has done a beautiful job!" Miller's praise made Anderson also happy, but still modestly responded:

"If it weren't for Mr. Miller's help, it would not have been possible to get things done so smoothly!"

"Arranging an immigrant and money is not a big deal, the main thing is to be able to understand the stubborn Persians, that is the real ability! Come! come, come, sit down and have a drink!" said Miller and pulled Anderson to sit down, then picked up a bottle of whiskey that had been treasured for many years and poured two glasses, and then the two pushed the glass and changed the lamp and said some compliments to each other, and after a while Anderson put down the wine glass in his hand and said to Miller:

"I heard that Blomberg, who is very close to China, has returned to the United States?"

"That's right!" said Miller, drinking the whiskey from his glass, his face suddenly turning crimson, and the smug look between his eyebrows and eyes made him seem to be more than ten years younger:

"And the congressman who can't hold up the wall, the two have been getting close recently, but don't worry, they are originally domestic little cats, and they can't hurt anyone. Now that I've had my teeth pulled out again, I'm just waiting for death!"

"That Charlie Wilson is said to be very ambitious, didn't he recently announce his candidacy for the U.S. Senate, I heard that the demand is very high!" Anderson is still a little worried, after all, people who can run for the U.S. Senate are not good, if a bad one offends this person. The result of his hard work is not the delicious fruit in his heart, but the bitter fruit that is difficult to swallow, Miller obviously saw Anderson's thoughts, and couldn't help waving his hand at him and said indifferently:

"Charlie Wilson is a swinger who can't see anything but wine and women, while Blomberg is a little better, a petty dealer who sells guns and ammunition, but no one can wagging his tail and begging for mercy."

Miller took the story of Charlie Wilson and Blomberg as a very cheerful joke, and told it to Anderson next to him in a very sarcastic and mocking tone. When it comes to the excitement, he will laugh unbridledly, and Anderson gradually has an intuitive understanding of the previously unfamiliar Charlie Wilson in his description, and then a hanging heart is also relaxed, but Miller's words do not stop there:

"They also met a Saudi prince the other day, also a hesitant guy, a swinger, a wagging tail begging, and a hesitant prince. These are the three helpers that the Chinese have high hopes for and can turn things around. Let me see that these three people together are a classic burlesque, and the China behind them is a hilarious joke!"

"Mr. Miller is right!" Anderson, who was relieved, finally showed a relaxed smile on his face, and then echoed: "Take the Iran incident as an example, after receiving the notice, China did not even have the most basic reaction, and it has been the case twice in a row, and now it is a veritable big joke in the international arms circle!"

Listened to Anderson. Miller couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "Hahaha~~ It's not, but Mr. Anderson, our statement is still not entirely true!"

"Oh, that should," Anderson was stunned, but before he could speak, Miller's smug voice came again:

"It should be an exhilarating and celebratory fireworks. You must know that the Iranian problem is just the beginning, and we will have to plant more bombs around China in the future" Miller became more and more excited, and both hands danced with it: "Think about it, once these bombs explode one after another, what is China not a beautiful firework?"

Saying that Miller's hands were closed one by one, making a bomb explosion gesture, and Anderson listened to Miller's sarcastic humor and showed a bright smile, a feeling of mastering everything was spontaneous in the depths of his heart, as an ambitious, capable, ambitious person, Anderson enjoyed this feeling very much, and was proud and excited to be able to participate in it, and then raised the wine glass in his hand:

"I wish us success!"

"We will definitely succeed!" Miller also raised his wine glass, his face was filled with the joy of victory and responded confidently, but before the two of them touched their wine glasses, the side door of the living room was suddenly knocked on by "Bang~Bang~", Miller, who was suddenly interrupted, couldn't help frowning slightly, although he still clinked glasses with Anderson, but his face was still filled with an indescribable unhappiness, and even the tone of his speech became extremely impatient:

"If someone from Washington comes to me, they say I'm on vacation, and I'll talk about it after the vacation!"

"Sir, this is not a trivial matter"

"What is not trivial, could it be that the Soviet Union launched the Third World War?" Although Miller said indifferently, but a trace of imperceptible anger and embarrassment flashed on his face, after all, there was Anderson sitting next to him, and the subordinates outside the door were deaf to his words, how could this not make Miller, who had been in a high position for a long time, feel that he had lost face, and Anderson, who was sitting next to him, was not a stupid person, how could Miller's mind not be seen, so before Miller had another attack, he persuaded him:

"Maybe there was some emergency, otherwise I wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get it to you!"

Miller is not a person who carries it to the end for the sake of face, and when he saw that Anderson gave him a step, Miller also went down:

"Those new guys in Washington make a mess of things all day long, Mr. Anderson, you don't know, those people have lived for so many years and have not learned anything, but they have learned all the advantages of the new President Reagan!"

"What's the merit?" Anderson asked casually, and Miller smiled disdainfully, "What can it be? It's not a great acting skill!" The two laughed out loud, and Miller shouted to the side door after the atmosphere had eased:

"Come in!"

As soon as Miller's words fell, the man in black who had opened the door for Anderson pushed open the door and walked in quickly, followed by Anderson who was sitting on the sofa nodded slightly and walked behind Miller, whispering softly to Miller, but before the man in black finished speaking, Miller's originally complacent expression suddenly froze on his face, and his slightly loose facial muscles kept trembling, and then asked the man in black noncommittally:

"Where is the original telegram?"

"Here, sir!" said the man in black, taking a telegram out of his pocket and handing it to Miller, who took it and only glanced at it, his deep eyes suddenly widened, and his thin lips twitched unnaturally a few times, as if speaking to the people in the room, but as if muttering:

"Why did he just die?"

"Mr. Miller, who is dead?" Anderson didn't want to ask, in his opinion, it was better for him, an Englishman, to interfere less in matters involving the United States, but when he saw Miller's reaction, his strong curiosity and previous drunkenness made him really can't help but ask.

It's just that what Anderson didn't expect was that it was okay for him to say this without asking, as soon as he blurted out, Miller next to him seemed to have changed a person, his round eyes suddenly looked directly at him, and his originally friendly and friendly eyes also became sharp and cold, coupled with the kind of non-angry and self-authoritative aura that he had cultivated in a high position for a long time, so that Anderson, a former MI6 agent who had experienced training, suddenly felt a little chilled, so that even the tone of his speech was a little intermittent:

"Mr. Miller, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to ask you, Mr. Anderson, what's wrong with you!" Before Anderson could finish speaking, Miller's stern and cold tone rose sharply, sweeping away the previous joyful atmosphere and causing the whole room to suddenly fall into inexplicable tension.

And this nervousness was naturally transmitted to Anderson's body, but compared to the confusion of the second monk Zhang's mind was the most uneasy for Anderson at the moment, but this confusion and uneasiness did not last long before there was an answer, as Miller's sharp eyes condensed at Anderson, and then handed the telegram in his hand to Anderson:

"See for yourself!"

Anderson took the telegram in a daze, and when he saw the text "Nasrallah has been secretly executed by Iran", he couldn't believe his eyes, so much so that he rubbed his azure eyes several times to make sure that he was not mistaken, but even this incredible look still hung over his face like a gray curtain:

"How is it possible? How is this possible? A few days ago, Nasrallah made an agreement with me on the yacht, why?" said Anderson, who suddenly realized something, and then his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted earnestly at Miller in front of him:

"Mr. Miller, please believe me, Nasrallah's death was an accident"

"Accident? Is this your explanation?" Miller's words were already full of murderous intent, and Anderson suddenly felt like a slap in the face when he heard this, and sat down on the couch with a puff (to be continued......