At the same time, in the senior lounge of the British Consulate in Marseille adjacent to the telecommunications room, Anderson, senior director of the foreign aid and liaison department of the British MI6, was pacing back and forth in the room with a frown, his blue eyes flashing, revealing his thoughts wave after wave, and his white face changed unpredictably with the fluctuations:

"Do you want to be someone else's pawn?"

Anderson's mind kept repeating this sentence, and his flashing eyes gradually became deeper, and a touch of unwillingness hidden in the depths of his heart gradually grew, as a proud British gentleman, once the successor of the empire on which the sun never set, Anderson's heart always had a kind of superior thought.

Because of this, he always adheres to the form of autonomy and independence, even when forced to cooperate accordingly, Anderson has to firmly hold the control in his own hands, even in the face of the powerful United States, but this time he feels like a marionette, at the mercy of others:

"These damn guys!" Anderson stopped suddenly, slammed one hand on the desk beside him, and squeezed out a vicious word between his lips and teeth, but after saying this, he did not continue to vent the anger in his heart, but instead made the already gloomy face even more gloomy, like a thick and thick dark cloud, which could almost drip water.

At this moment, the phone on the desk suddenly rang, which suddenly alerted Anderson, who was in deep thought, and then grabbed the phone and said angrily:

"Hey, yes, I'm Anderson, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Anderson, Mr. Miller from the United States is going to meet you alone, please don't leave"

A voice is heard coming from inside the microphone. Anderson was slightly stunned, and then asked, "Miller?"

"You'll find out later!" Before Anderson could finish speaking, an ambiguous answer came from the receiver, and when Anderson wanted to continue asking, the other party had already hung up the phone, leaving Anderson with the microphone in his hand and listening to the blind voice blankly.

However, when Anderson reacted and was slowly preparing to hang up the phone. The door of the lounge was suddenly slammed, and Anderson walked quickly to the door to open the door, only to see a middle-aged man in a casual T-shirt as if he had come to his home, smiling brightly at Anderson, and fluent American English immediately rang in his ears:

"Are you alright? Mr. Anderson!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man strode into the lounge, picked up the French champagne and wine glasses on the wine shelf, poured himself a glass of wine, and then comfortably walked to the luxurious sofa in the middle, and gently pecked the wine in the glass. Nodding with a smile:

"Well, it's still pure French champagne, it's many times better than those small brands in New York, oh yes, Mr. Anderson, don't stand there, come and have a few drinks, since the last time we said goodbye on a yacht in Hawaii, we haven't had a good drink together for more than half a year!"

"Mr. Miller, how are you" The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa sipping a fine wine was none other than him. It was Miller, the deputy director of the CIA, who couldn't help but be surprised to see him. He didn't expect that as soon as he put down the phone, the high-ranking deputy director of the CIA appeared at his door, so that Anderson didn't know what to say for a while, while Miller looked at Anderson with a blank face, a mischievous evil smile on his face, and he crossed his legs and smiled at Anderson and said:

"What's wrong, Mr. Anderson. Have you forgotten that I am an old friend!"

"No!No!No!" Anderson also reacted at this time, quickly shook his head, and then closed the door and picked up a wine glass and sat down opposite Miller, with a professional smile on his face, but this smile was cold and cold on his stiff face. Anderson's smiling expression naturally couldn't escape Miller's old spicy and gloomy eyes, and then he took another sip of the wine in the glass, and the corners of his mouth twitched to the sides, drawing a graceful arc on the seemingly kind and kind face:

"Are you still thinking about how to deal with the Iraqi side?"

Anderson was subconsciously stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Miller to bring up the matter so straightforwardly, but after thinking about it, it's okay, instead of grinding here and wasting time, it's better to spread things out directly, so that this uninvited old guy knows that he Anderson is not a puppet at the mercy of others, thinking of this, Anderson straightened his back, tilted his neck, and a touch of British gentleman's arrogance instantly appeared on his face:

"Mr. Miller, you're right, but I don't quite understand why you're doing this, aren't you afraid that I'll make your collusion with the Soviet Union public?"

"Oh, is it?" In the face of Anderson's aggressiveness, Miller was not half annoyed, but smiled easily, and his eagle-like eyes also narrowed into a slit under the cover of laughter, but even so, the two lightning-like lights that flowed out of that subtle gap still made Anderson's heart tremble a few times.

It was as if those half-squinted eyes were two forward burdens and two sharp knives, which made Anderson feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, and at the same time, the whole person also cut all his hidden shells like a knife, leaving only a handful of the most secret kernel in his heart to be regarded as a treasure that has been rediscovered.

And in fact, it is true, after all, Anderson is still too tender for an old Jianghu like Miller, and his every move can't escape his keen eyes, even if Anderson covers it up well, it will be useless, if he doesn't even have this ability, he Miller can't sit in the CIA position for eight years.

Seeing that Anderson was silent again, Miller's bright smile finally saw a trace of imperceptible pride, and his eyes converged, and then he took a sip of champagne in the glass, and then leaned comfortably on the back of the sofa and looked at Anderson sitting opposite with a smile:

"Mr. Anderson, you are the smartest young man I have ever met, since you are a smart person, I think you should also know the rules of the International Arms Federation, and you should know better than anyone else about the arms sales territory we have reached with the Soviets, but you have violated the agreement in private and forcibly entered the Iraqi market, and the chaos caused has made several gentlemen very angry!"

"I don't understand this!" Although Miller has caused him a very strong sense of oppression, when it comes to specific interests, Anderson is still not afraid to compete with him:

"Why can the United States and France have a place in the arms market in Iraq, but we in the United Kingdom do not!"

"If you want to know why, I advise you to go to New York and ask those gentlemen in person!" As soon as Anderson's words fell, Miller shrugged his shoulders as if what Anderson said had nothing to do with him, but then Miller's eyes flashed, and a cold light shot out, and his tone became gloomy:

"And I want to maintain the current order! How? Is Mr. Anderson going to challenge the LinkedIn military industry now?"

The International Arms Federation is a secret non-governmental organization established by several major international arms giants with the aim of monopolizing the international arms market, and the arms giants formulate corresponding rules through this organization, seize the vast market space, suppress and squeeze out the military industrial enterprises of small and medium-sized countries, in order to achieve the goal of controlling the entire world arms trade, for this reason they do not hesitate to pull the Soviet Union's military industrial department into the water, secretly collude with it privately, and formulate a common code of conduct to avoid unnecessary competition and thus grab excess profits。

Britain, as a declining second-rate power, has seen its military industry shrink at an astonishing rate since World War II, and its weapons and equipment are not very competitive in the international arms market.

However, there is a famous saying in China's "Lao Tzu" that the blessings and misfortunes are relied upon, and the blessings and misfortunes are lurking, looking at the military industrial companies that have joined the federation have a great increase in business in the short term, but the rules are also extremely strict, especially the principle of market division is obviously beneficial to several major arms giants.

Once a small arms company is regarded as violating the rules by several major arms giants, then this company will soon be suppressed, squeezed out, and even embezzled by these major arms giants by various means.

A few years ago, a veteran German military manufacturing company that joined the federation mobilized the interests of several major arms giants in order to expand its business, and in less than a year, this German arms company, which has been inherited for nearly 100 years, was forcibly acquired by several arms giants and became a subsidiary under their command.

Anderson, who assisted in the sale of British arms, knew these things better than anyone else, and certainly knew what the consequences of violating the rules were, and because of this, when he listened to Miller's words, his originally confident eyes suddenly became frightened and dazed (to be continued...... to be continued)