After staying up all night at the headquarters in Washington to confirm that reinforcements had arrived, Fisher let out a sigh of relief, then picked up the wine glass next to him and poured it hard.

"Are the casualties out?"

"According to preliminary statistics, we have 20 killed and 27 wounded, all of which were caused by shelling!" The giant god executive on the side took the PDA and said in a heavy tone.

"If there is no exoskeleton, it is estimated that Arthur Morgan's company will all stay there!" Seeing Fisher's face, the executive hurriedly comforted.

"I see, what about Kate?" Fisher just wanted to ask the little secretary to do a good job of the bereavement work, but found that the other party was not in the room.

"Ms. Kate thinks the room smells too strong, so go out to breathe!"

"Breathable?" Fisher came back to his senses, a small war room squeezed in a dozen people, this night was a lot of cigarettes and alcohol, just the cigarette butts on the table were almost hundred, no wonder Kate wanted to go out.

"Okay, Mr. Thomas, you are responsible for the follow-up pension, the soldiers shed blood and sweat for us, we can't let their families shed tears, there are children in the family who go to school, give them a letter of recommendation for a prestigious school, and if they have difficulties in life, not only give money, but also help them solve practical problems!"

"I'll leave this to me, sir, you've stayed up all night, go and rest!"

"Rest, no, gentlemen, the real battle has just begun!" Fisher looked at the information about the Sokovia rebels in front of him, and the seventeen tribal leaders and three mercenary middlemen had already been crossed by him.

"We went to Sokovia to defend human rights, and to bring pigs and seed oil to these people, but they also need to understand that if they don't choose seed oil, then seed oil will run to them!"

"You mean, we're going to keep adding troops?"

"Yes, to be exact, to occupy Sokovia!" Fisher could figure out with his heels that there must be that Straker's old immortal promoter behind this attack, and originally wanted to leave this trouble to the future Avengers to solve, but now it seems that Straker can't wait to meet the Grim Reaper's big sister.

With the crisp click of high-heeled shoes on the marble floor, Kate walked into the room with her nose pinched.

"I think you really need to put a ventilation fan in this house!"

"The structure of this room is not suitable! That's it! ”

"Alright, go wash up, I'll bring you a suit too, CIA's Lynch is here!" Kate waved her hand, revealing several life assistants behind her.

"Lynch is coming? It's good to come, I'm going to look for him! Fisher grabbed the cigar on the table and was about to leave.

"Wash and smell you!" Kate poked Fisher in the shoulder with her forefinger.

“OK！ OK！ ”

Half an hour later, Fisher shook his damp hair and pushed open the door to the conference room.

"Yo, man, it's coming!" In the conference room, a man in a suit who was also in his thirties and had crisp short hair was holding a coffee hanger and shaking Erlang's legs.

"Take your feet off my couch with thousands of dollars!" Fisher stepped forward and kicked it.

"Thousands of dollars, it seems that I need to notify the tax bureau to come here to take a look!" The man gathered his feet, stood up, and looked directly at Fisher.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds before laughing at the same time.

"Long time no see, brother!"

Lynch Cloros, whose original name was supposed to be Marshall, was changed to Lynch after he joined the C.I.A., because, in his words, his profession needed a little bit of majesty.

As a senior director of the CIA's Overseas Operations Division, Lynch and Fisher have known each other for almost ten years, when Fisher was a lieutenant in the Marine Expeditionary Force, and Lynch was an ordinary agent at the time, and the two became the most notorious combination in the US military overseas base after having a drink at a base barbecue party, the two worked together like this for several years, and in the end they even pulled the entire base in, and the garrison commander was also pulled into the water by the two.

However, because of the rotation of the garrison and the personnel transfer of the expeditionary force, the two did not do this again, but with the later discharge of Fisher, the two gradually began to be embarrassed, it can be said that at the very beginning, the CIA was the unjust head of the giant god, with Lynch, the inner ghost, and the CIA's funding was rising year by year.

And now, Lynch has become a senior director of the CIA with his accumulated credit, and it can be said that he is not the same age as the director.

"I need to apologize to you first!" After playing the treasure, Lynch sat on the sofa with a heavy expression, "You must know that the current goal of the United States and even NATO is to keep a firm eye on that polar bear!" ”

"So you want to use Sokovia as a springboard?"

"Yes, it's close to the Caucasus Mountains, the terrain is complex, we can do a lot of things!" Lynch picked up the stylus in front of him and began to write and draw on the map projected in the conference room.

"So, it seems, that I'm ruining your good deeds?" Fisher looked at the red dots on the map in rebel-held areas, which were supposed to be the weapons caches given to them by the CIA.

"Not to mention, you know what kind of virtue those guys are, Fira is unbearable, we have hired a lot of mercenaries from other regions, but the combat effectiveness is still like that!" Lynch waved his hand indifferently.

"This is your hard work for several years, don't you feel distressed?"

"It's distressing, but I know that you will definitely not treat your own people badly!" Lynch is full of confidence, and the reason why he has been so successful in the CIA over the years is largely because of the support that Fisher has provided him, requiring guns and guns, asking for people, and even being able to call in long-range fire support printed on Hammer Industries, and when several directors who rose up with him had to struggle to find ways to get money to build their own teams, he had successfully achieved his goal.

"Also, this is information about the internal forces of the rebels, those guys are less than tens of thousands of people in total, and dozens of factions can be pulled out by internal subdivisions, the civil war is as fierce as a tiger, and the external war is like a dog, and the government army fought 5000 and 4000 for eight days before, and the losses were less than 100 people, and we can stop the loss as soon as we withdraw early!" Lynch pulled out another data disk and placed it in front of Fisher.

"Okay, I'll give you a message!"

"Homeland defense or whatever, you know this!"

"The Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, that organization is subordinate to the Security Council and has a lot of power, but it is very unpopular in the country!" Lynch frowned, many of their overseas operations had been more or less interfered with by this agency, and even some of the targets of their actions were directly taken away by them on the grounds of world security.

Secret agents are a profession that offends people, especially the CIA, who have been making waves all over the world over the years, often leaving behind a mess and sometimes even causing serious consequences, such as the identity of members of their black ops team, and then they have to abandon the unlucky people who were born and died for them. That's when S.H.I.E.L.D. will show up and swagger to take those unlucky guys. Then there will be a familiar movie plot, for which the CIA is not less disgraced and ridiculed by its peers.

"Why are you mentioning this agency?"

"This agency will soon become a super behemoth, even bigger than your CIA, with top-notch technology, top-notch personnel, and the power to do whatever they want!"

"Sounds so enviable!" Lynch touched his head, he already had some idea.

"This right of passage is all the countries of the world, of course, to remove Asia!"

"You mean, they also have a lot of power on their home soil!"

"What if it weren't?"

"Is your news reliable?" Lynch had changed to a straight-seated position.

"Reliable, it's about this time next year!" Fisher can't remember exactly when S.H.I.E.L.D. came to the table, but the strength of S.H.I.E.L.D. is bound to make the CIA and FBI very unhappy, especially when S.H.I.E.L.D. is lurking, and it doesn't use the documents of these companies.

"Thank you for your advice, brother!" The thoughtful Lynch shook his head and left, according to the CIA's urine nature, when the boiled egg officially debuted, there would definitely be no good juice for him to eat!

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Before the official start of Sokovia, Fisher attended a funeral, a mass funeral, and the twenty soldiers of the peacekeeping force who died were taken back to the Titans base in New Baghdad by Fisher on his own special plane.

Despite being equipped with exoskeleton armor, artillery strikes can still inflict significant wounds on soldiers, and over the years, the Titans have killed nearly a thousand people in various operations from all over the world, but without exception, their bodies are buried in New Baghdad, because this is the home they built with a shovel and a spade.

"Their sacrifice will not be in vain!" At the funeral, Fisher gave a speech in memory of the martyrs, and although the whole story was about the history of each fallen soldier, everyone who came to the funeral could feel the murderous spirit in the words.

Fisher did exactly that, and less than three days after the funeral, six ro-ro ships loaded with soldiers and tanks sailed murderously across the Mediterranean, via Greece, along the railway line.

Bishop's brigade also changed its duties in an instant, changing from a combat unit to an engineering unit, and thousands of officers and men, plus tens of thousands of hired laborers, worked tirelessly for more than ten days without sleep, and then expanded the field airfield with two runways into a large permanent airfield with eight lanes before the arrival of the large troops.

The whole world was taken aback by the giant's actions, especially several countries in Europe, who suddenly discovered that the standing military of a single PMC company was even stronger than the standing army of their own country.

And the local rebels in Sokovia are also dumbfounded at the moment, they can't wait to chop up and chop up the self-proclaimed faction at the moment, chew it and eat it, you say it's okay to fight the autumn wind, you didn't get cheap and put yourself in it, and now you have to drag us to die together, is there any heavenly reason, and then what makes these faction bosses even more desperate is that their financial father abandoned them for no reason and froze their overseas accounts.

For the warlords, both guns and money bags are indispensable, the former is the basis of their rule, and the latter is an important guarantee for the former, but now, both things are wrong, which makes them at a loss, and if they don't have a salary, their soldiers will tear them apart before they can fight!

"Gentlemen, it looks like you're getting a headache?" At this moment, a flat-headed man with a plain appearance appeared in their venue.

"Who are you? Guardsman! The faction bosses looked solemn, and a few even put their hands under the table.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can help you solve your dilemma!" The flat-headed man coughed, and the door to the clubhouse collapsed, and then the faction boss saw that the corridor outside was already full of the guards he had brought, and they didn't hear any movement.

"What do you want?" Someone asked.

"Nothing!" The flat-headed man walked to the top with his hands behind his back, "I can give you the resources and weapons to defeat the enemy, so that you can unify the entire country, and even I will not interfere with your rule, and you can't mention our existence!" Otherwise......"

"How else?" There was a man who was not afraid of death who stood up.

"Or so!" A blue pulse flew out of the hallway and hit the guy, vaporizing him directly.

"So, what do we call you?"

"Just call me Baron!"