This is actually a manifestation of domestic political correctness, war is a business, fighting for money, if the US military spends more money and earns less, then naturally there will be outsourcers rushing to take over the business.

But war is war after all, and whether it is just or not, it is not very suitable for the placement of commercial advertising.

So this business, which could be said to be blank before, seems to be changing again.

James. Mattis believed in Donald's business sense, and no U.S. president has been as successful in business as he was.

That guy built a house and talked about feng shui, did a reality show to show off, and was ridiculed by Ao Hei in public, and then simply ran for success.

So Matisse definitely knew that this advertisement must be doable, and it will be a big market as soon as it is done.

However, such a big cake, a person wants to swallow it, a little greedy!

Once those previous contractors saw that it was so profitable, and then found that the business was silently snatched away, it would inevitably cause a great storm.

If those companies don't have a few legislators, I'm afraid that the minister will have to go to the hearing every day.

Donald, you're trying to roast me on the fire!

Matisse thought for a full ten minutes and raised an eyebrow.

Donald didn't say much about Matisse's personal benefits, because it was useless to say, and Matisse didn't care about that.

But he mentioned that the money would be used for security, which is why Mattis could accept it.

As for whose security ... Needless to say, it won't be a specific common person.

…...

The car slowed down, passed through the pass, checked the papers, and Victor looked sadly at the heavily armed and proud GIs.

They salute with expressionless faces, scrupulously salute, check, let go.

Every military base is not set up casually, but has its own mission and mission.

Andrews Air Force Base, of course, is also tasked with providing rapid response capabilities to emergencies and emergencies that seriously endanger national security, as well as to support the Air and Space Expeditionary Force, if called upon to do so.

The main garrison here is the 316th Air Force Wing in Washington, D.C., with a number of partner units.

The headquarters of the Air Force Special Investigation Bureau is located here, and the 89th Air Wing of the Air Mobility Command, which is in charge of transportation, and the 459th Air Refueling Wing, which is part of the Air Reserve Command.

There are also cannon fodder units that cooperate in operations: the 113th Wing of the Air Chinese Guard, naval aviation, and army and marine detachments.

These wings are concentrated in this base, in fact, they are only to complete the task of defending the enemy in the expected situation of the enemy's combat strength.

The so-called expected combat strength of the enemy is determined by the information provided by the Military Intelligence Bureau, and if everyone in the outside world uses long guns and short artillery, this base will have to lay off 90% of its personnel.

But now, mutants have appeared, and now these people ...... What do you want?

Victor also doesn't know what their fate will be like in the future.

These planes went to fight Sean, did the cannons hit the mosquitoes, or the moths put out the fire and sent them to death?

Sean's telekinesis can make the plane unable to fly into the sky, and it cannot fall when it flies into the sky.

Those cannon fodder soldiers, no matter how high their chests are, they can't stop the eyes of the dead bald heads.

Eye Technique... What the hell is that?

Victor fell into a daze and panic, and the indifferent look in Sean's mind came to mind, and the song, the one in Britney. The Legend mentioned in Didi Rios's confession.

Just because I looked at you in the crowd one more time, I never forgot your face.

When the heard the song, he thought that the dead bald head was interesting to her, and Victor couldn't help but sneer when he thought of it, beautiful is for ordinary people.

What does a beautiful woman look like in the eyes of a mutant who perceives hundreds of times more than ordinary people?

Is it still so smooth when you magnify your face tenfold?

Can I cover the dark spots on fair skin with makeup?

Victor picked up the tablet and gently clicked on the English version of the song, just ten minutes ago, the platform had found out the English version of the song, "fairy tale", and also thoughtfully retranslated Chinese.

Translate the Chinese version of this song into English, and then translate the English version of the lyrics into Chinese, and now there are completely two versions of the song in front of Victor.

Two songs that are almost completely different.

"Mike learns to rock and roll... It's Mike again—" Victor muttered as it began playing.

There was another checkpoint in front of me, and the speed slowed down and stopped.

Melodious music filled Victor's mind, and his expression became gentle as he looked out the window.

He likes this gentle love song, the strong taste of Mack's rock 'n' roll, and the feeling of sitting in the car with music, looking at the scenery outside the window, and sinking into that slightly sad state of mind.

It's just that when a stout soldier "tried" to look in from the car window, Victor felt a little awkward.

Although he knew that the glass was one-way, and the person inside could not be seen outside, the person's direct eyes and the lyrics in his ear still made him turn his head immediately: "How many posts are there?" ”

"There's one more in front, and then there's another one in the airport."

"Does the president's car have to be inspected like this?"

"Not at that level."

Victor secretly cursed in his heart: damn discrimination!

......

The black sedan drove towards the airport, where an F22 was already waiting.

Fack!

The corners of Victor's mouth twitched, he thought he was going to take a passenger plane, but he didn't expect it to be a fighter jet.

Pushing the car door, the wind was very strong, blowing his hair, a few sands entered his mouth, Victor snorted a few times, and roared in his heart: Have you considered the impact of fighter jets on him?!

The bald head of the airliner may be polite, the fighter is here to fight, and at most two people will die!

Also, does my resume say that I'm good at flying fighter jets?

This is going to send me to the grill!

Have you asked my opinion?!

"Are you going up?" Standing under the plane, a sergeant handed over a helmet.

Victor's heart fluttered for a moment, and the swelling between his legs became even more intense.

"Wait, wait!" Victor looked at the empty tarmac, "Aren't there toilets here?" ”

"Uh... Are you in a hurry? ”

"Hmm!"

"Oh, we thought about that and brought you a diaper that you can stuff in your pants."

The sergeant handed over a folded pamper.

"I haven't used this." Victor said unhappily.

"You should have used it, when you were little." The sergeant said angrily, "Let's just take a moment, this is a military base, not a nursery school." ”

"Hell!" Victor cursed and grabbed the diaper, and began to stuff his panties behind his back.

Halfway through, Victor suddenly remembered and beckoned to the agent who came with him: "Hey, a few of you guys block it, it's okay for me to pee here, right?" ”

Several agents smiled and helped him block one direction, taking the limelight.

Victor unbuttoned his pants happily, carefully pulled down the special panties, and then gave a less cheerful soak.

The wind at the airport was too strong, and looking at the large area where he was wet, Victor felt a sense of shame in his heart, but compared to the next fighter plane to Los Angeles, his shame turned into fear.

Nima, he doesn't have that experience!