Chapter 199: Backward
The thought of this scene makes people involuntarily break out in a cold sweat.
The consequences were too serious, and these veteran artillerymen in the army all felt that their shoulders had lost two laps.
The personal reputation must be ruined, there must be the name of the commander in the black materials, Harry Skent Smith and Edward, who retired early and did not dare to return to their hometowns, did not dare to go to the comrades-in-arms party, even if they committed suicide, they did not know how to write the eulogy - he was a fool who deserved to die?
What's more, the elite unit of seals may have to be disbanded, otherwise the morale of the people who go to carry out tasks in the future will have to be discounted.
The FBI also knows how to wipe our butts with conservation and environmental protection, what will we do then? We didn't do this plan at all!
Smith immediately scribbled quickly on the tablet, and it had to be arranged, and there was no room for delay for a second.
Edward spoke softly: "Can't you really come first with two Patriots?" β
"No!" Harris flatly vetoed, "What a joke!" Do you want us to be court-martialed?! β
"Whoever it can be planted on," said Edward tentatively.
"On whose head? nsaοΌ ciaοΌ Or someone else? There is always someone who is responsible, and you actually say that you use patriots? Stupidity! β
Edward, who wanted to say that the gas leaked, closed his mouth tightly, the No. 1 business building on Duane Street, there was no gas, you said that the gas canister had to be explained, how many had to be used, is it a hot pot restaurant upstairs?
In short, a lie must be followed by a large number of lies to cover up, it is too troublesome to advisable!
Smith frowned and said, "Is that emp useful?" Should the electromagnetic pulse interfere with the psyche, or infrasound weapons? β
"In L.A.? How big is the impact? Has it been assessed? Harris asked.
Doesn't it work?
The three staff officers were like ashes, the room was quiet, and no one opened their mouths to remind Harris, before you said that we can use everything except nuclear eggs, and now we are afraid of that......
"What to do,... If this continues, we will hardly be of any use, so do we have to let the people of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Commerce get on it? Kent let out a long sigh, so weak.
"Of course not! If they show up, then we lose completely! Harris was decisively against it.
Belch... The three staff officers exchanged a few glances with each other, pinched their foreheads at the same time, and walked in surprisingly consistent steps.
"Let me be alone for a while, you guys go out!" Harris frowned and waved his hand.
"General, the first Coronado personnel are already on their way!" A staff officer looked at the tablet and reminded him.
The information is all real-time, and the sense of urgency is greater.
"So hold on! Can't afford to hold back! Harris waved his hand, a pickled haggard face.
Bang, the door closes.
The central control room in the garden is very similar to the style of the other central control rooms, except that the people here are all dressed in military uniforms, and they walk straight and upright.
There were many people passing by on the aisle, and some of them nodded and some saluted.
Kent didn't go too fast with the two lieutenant colonel staff officers, and said that he might open up some ideas as he went.
"Now the wind is completely unsuitable for drone reconnaissance, so it was simply abandoned." A staff officer looked at the platform and sighed softly.
"I think it's supposed to be a minimally invasive surgery," Kent whispered, "and we're dealing with a vigorous cancer cell, so we need a weapon to be able to destroy it on the one hand, and a weapon to destroy it on the other." β
"The goal of the plan is not to eliminate," another staff officer reminded, "to capture." β
"It's harder!" Kent shook his head, "How could he make it easy for us to catch, he could jump so far, so fast, bullets couldn't hit, and stingers weren't necessarily useful." β
There must be some weakness, Kent pondered for a few breaths: "Has the Achilles plan come to fruition?" β
A staff officer made a few strokes on the tablet: "Speaking of poison, it is recommended on the platform to test his anti-allergy reaction with various substances, and if there is something he is afraid of, then we will use that against him." However, excluding Chinese food ingredients, stinky tofu and preserved eggs were all rejected, and the approval rate was less than 30%, because the target was already fifteen years old before immigrating to the United States, and must have a high adaptability to food! β
It makes sense, look at Ken and nodded, and the information material that participated in the plan appeared on the tablet in his hand,... Very convenient platform, just like that, as soon as I dial it, you will see, Bluetooth.
"I saw it, but now I know what he would be afraid of? Is it more likely than fifty? β
"Found a part of the browsing history from the mobile phone of target B, which is about electromagnetic waves! And the target's mobile phone went online to check radium. β
"Waves? Electromagnetic wave? Radium? Radiation? β
"Yes, but those long waves have been eliminated, and visible light is not good, and ultraviolet light is not necessarily useful, maybe... Is he afraid of radioactivity? β
"Scared? What if you like it? Smith asked with a frown.
Three tangled faces.
I felt as if I had touched the door, but I didn't know what was behind the door, and in the dark, I felt like I was standing there in fear and didn't dare to stretch out my feet.
"When Hurricane Wild Dog came, we didn't pay much attention to it with infrasound and electromagnetic pulse, and as long as the news was tightly controlled, it was impossible to record anything on the spot."
Ken nodded, it is true, as soon as the EMP weapon is used, it will directly destroy all the electronic equipment, but this is indiscriminate killing, which is also one of the reasons why Harris is entangled.
The whole block, even if it is all inhabited by civilians, there is a lot of stock of household appliances.
What's more, the circuits of the substation transformer must also be completely ruined, CalPower is a giant, do you think the president is not afraid?
"Before we can use that, we also have to have someone send something more to test him for what he is allergic to and what he likes," Kent said suddenly, "a person's liking is also a weakness. β
"Agreed!"
"Arrange nearby, let people make a list of materials, collect them on the spot, and call them around if they don't have them, in the name of disaster relief materials."
"Radioactive materials also disaster relief?" Edward has some questions, this thing is sensitive everywhere, you say disaster relief, who can believe it?
Kent glanced at him and whispered, "For flaw detection!" β
"Yes!"
"Also, the pets mentioned, let people prepare some," Kent touched his chin and looked at it with a worried face, "I don't know if I can find it, but it's better to have one for each of our boys." β
On the tablet in the staff officer's hand, the red glowing dot represents the more than 200 SEALs in Coronado, so at least a hundred pets will have to be obtained.
I don't know who is going to do this in Los Angeles, whether to go to the animal protection center or to the zoo, or to let people contribute their pets at home, and when the time comes, it will be fed and maintained, and dozens of logistics will have to be matched.
If you add a hundred from the FBI, plus fifty from the CIA, there are more than a hundred on this side of Virginia Creek, and dozens of them in Florida.
You have to prepare 500 to 800 pets, and they have to be cute.
The report of Agent Penny provided on the platform mentioned that the target's taste is a bit special, for people, I don't like hairy ones, but if there is more hair to the point of cuteness... It seems to be acceptable.
Because of this, the agent wanted the bureau to help sue him, but the next day it was no longer a question of whether to sue or not.
The three staff officers stood quietly in the corner at the same time, imagining a beautiful picture in their heads at the same time:
The SEALs were wearing all kinds of weapons, holding all kinds of cute pets in one hand and counters in the other, and they braved the wind and rain to enter the building.
Walk up to the first floor and count to confirm that this is the first floor!
Walk up to the second floor, count, and everyone confirms that this is the second floor!
Walk up to the third floor... Fourth, fifth, sixth, you should be careful here, don't think of six as nine, it's easy to make a mistake.
On the seventh floor and the eighth floor, let the obedients scream a few times first, coax twice, harmless signal, the ninth floor, you need to confirm that this is not the tenth or eighth floor.
Entering the door is not to pull out a gun and let the dog go first, and the tactical action has not been trained in ordinary times, so I probably have to find a few animal trainers for special training, and there must be a kind of recklessness with cute pets to find friends.
Then the group of guns locks all angles:
Hey bald, I'm bringing my dogs and cats to visit, now raise your hands, you have to come with us, or I'll kill them!
So the bald head showed a shocked expression: Don't shoot, I will promise whatever you want, let Meng Meng go!
Smooth evacuation!
β¦...
This style of painting is so surprising!
It's amazing that we are going crazy, yes, it is fast!
"Why don't we have our own mutant squad! No Wolverine, no American team. Edward sighed sadly.
"I thought we really had a S.H.I.E.L.D. department, but it turned out to be disappointing!" Smith sighed in unison.
Depressed and incomprehensible, Kent also sighed and looked into the distance: "If you fall behind, you will be beaten, and before you know it, we are already lagging behind!" β