Zephnaia departed, with his pride.

Melville stood up and stretched, the bosses of the meeting were gone, what was he still left for, and just as he was about to leave, a mocking taunt sounded around him, "The thief and the son of the J girl really have wisdom on their abs, right, General Melville." ”

When he turned around, he saw a major general with a thick beard and five big and three thick men walking over and saying with a smile.

Because Zefnaiya has a bad background, he is from a small southern town, and his father has a history of imprisonment, and his mother gave birth to him in a cowshed, which makes many people privately scold him for being a combination of a thief and a J girl.

"Mr. Pearson, just now you should have stood up and addressed your boss like that at the meeting, instead of emphasizing it to me." Melville is a typical soldier, he doesn't like this kind of intrigue, the other party wants to climb up, solicit some people everywhere, when he doesn't know? Melville did not want to get involved in this kind of behavior, shamefully despicable.

Major General Pearson said this, his face was red and his neck was thick, and after humming for a few words, he left with a black face and a waist, Melville knew that the other party must be cursing for not knowing how to lift, but he wanted to mock Pearson's cowardice, if he had this ability, he should have stood up just now, and then Zefnaia would tell him what an iron fist is!

Leaving the military headquarters, changing into civilian clothes, Melville drove home tiredly, the co-pilot put a Spanish Z-62 submachine gun, mounted magazines, now Mexico City is not safe, it is best to have weapons to defend yourself, there are body armor in the back seat, it is close to seven o'clock in the morning, some people have gotten up to run for a day's livelihood, he drove the car to a newsstand, he likes to buy a newspaper to go home.

"Open me a Mexican newspaper."

Melville opened the co-pilot's window and shouted into the newsstand, an old man came out of it, wearing a hat, when he saw Melville, he first said hello, although he didn't know who the other party was, but he often came to buy, always familiar, Melville bent down, took change from the co-pilot's front storage opening, and handed the other party 5 pesos.

As soon as he took the newspaper, he saw a line written in red pen on the front page.

Civil War?! Insider: The military is ready to arm against the flour syndicate! 》

Melville's brows trembled, the fear in his heart was magnifying, this should be the most private news inside, why was stupidity being spread? And it was hanging high in the genuine newspaper, he now went home to sleep and had no thoughts, now he just wanted to go back to the military headquarters, as soon as he turned around in the car, the mobile phone rang, and as soon as he picked it up, there was a tired female voice on the other side, "General Melville, General Zefnaia asked you to come back for a meeting." ”

"Okay, I'm on my way."

Melville hurriedly returned to the military headquarters, as soon as he entered the conference room, he saw Pearson covering his face, half of his face was swollen, and Lieutenant General Zefnaia held his hands gloomily, and when he saw him come in, he didn't speak, the more he had such an expression, the more frightened Melville became, he sat down in his place, glanced at his colleagues around him, and looked at Pearson, which means, what's going on? The other party's face?

The colleague glanced at Zefnaia, and immediately, Melville understood, with Pearson's underbeaten appearance, this slap was going to hit this face, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly!

He sat up straight, knowing that it was definitely the right thing to call himself and the others back.

Zephnaia looked at his watch and stood up, "Guys, we won't wait until we don't come, I called you back because, I can't think of someone so rampant that they leaked our plans!" He slammed the Mexican newspaper on the table, and everyone's eyes, including Pearson, naturally attracted him, and suddenly the facial expressions on many people's faces began to become strange.

Melville, who already knew about it, saw Pearson's expression and was very entangled.

"General, this may be the news from the Savior Company, these businessmen have never had credibility!" There is a major general who just throws the black pot out first, don't cause internal problems, anyway, after making so much money, what's wrong with carrying the black pot? And it's very likely that it's them, and it really made him guess right, of course, this matter, Mister won't admit it.

Melville also bowed slightly, he also felt that it was a savior company.

He has a little research on this company, the other party started with black work, and the Asian Mr. Tang behind him is even more legendary, and there is a legend of him on the gray route in Poland, because he hacked others to pay dividends, but people don't dare to ask him for it now, and his fist is not as big as others, so he can only endure it.

Such a company should be covered with gore and unscrupulous, but what good does it do them? Do they want to provoke a Mexican civil war? War with the Flour Syndicate? They are arms groups, and there must be interests in them, yes! That's it, this is definitely what they do, and even if they don't, they can't do without them.

Melville thought of Mister, the face that was distorted by the wash of dollars and bills.

But he didn't say it now, anyway, looking at Zefnayan's expression, it was obvious that the other party was also planning to throw this black cauldron to them, he raised his hand, and the people below suddenly quieted down, even Pearson didn't say anything, this slap is still painful now.

"It's not about accountability, it's about what to do next." Zefnaia said in a deep voice.

Now everyone is quiet, they are all human spirits, if it is said that there is a war, who can afford this person, but if you refuse, Zefonaya, who is a madman, can tell you how painful it is for No. 43 to slap people, after this quiet, Zefonaia is unhappy, he wrinkles his brows, "What are you thinking?" What I need is to discuss, not think, damn it, have you learned the philosophy of Socrates? Mr. Pearson! ”

This roll call was very sudden, and Pearson, who was slapped in the face, shook his body, he now had mixed feelings, and he was very annoyed that Zefonaia didn't give face, and he had long been thinking about how to give the other party a shot, but when he was named, he started to feel a sigh in his heart, panicked, and hesitant.

"You're still like a woman, you don't talk at all, you're supposed to be guarding the toilet, idiot!" Zephnaia didn't give face at all, and scolded, this scolding was very ugly, even Melville couldn't stand it, just when the atmosphere was gradually embarrassing, someone knocked on the door, the secretary pushed the door in, and saw everyone looking at him, and his whole body stiffened.

"Will... General, there was armed chaos in the city of Chihuahua. ”

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