The night is about to pass, and the horizon in the distance is also white. An officer in a U.S. federal uniform strides down the hallway, a thick briefcase tucked under his arm, but with a look of solemnity on his face. Turning his head to look at the sky that was about to brighten, his eyes also had a little tiredness, but he gritted his back molars vigorously, let his spirits lift up even more, and then continued to stride forward.

After staying up all night without sleeping, of course he was quite tired. But the effort he put in didn't pay much off, and the results he got were really nothing to be happy about. His eyes were also a little more gloomy, looking at the oncoming patrol in front of him, facing the military posture that saluted him, he just nodded slowly, and then pulled his face and continued to walk forward. He was in a very bad mood, and he really didn't have much heart to do these ordinary etiquette.

Around the corner was noisy, and a squad of Anchorage elite was standing with their heads hunched over, while the gendarmerie stood in front of them with M16 rifles, glaring at them as if they were prisoners. When the gendarmerie noticed that someone was coming, he turned his head to look at him, and as if he had not seen it, he gestured to his companions next to him, and escorted the elite soldiers with their heads drooping to the other side of the corridor.

There was not the slightest emotion in his eyes, as if he hadn't seen it, and he continued to walk towards the corridor in front of him with a blank face. In recent days, for some reason, some hidden topics have been noisy among the soldiers. So much so that the gendarmerie was dispatched in large numbers, and began to suppress these soldiers who discussed unusual topics with extremely serious discipline. It was even sent directly to a military court, so that many people were directly forced to retire and return to prisons in the United States to serve their sentences miserably.

But for him, this is just a small fluctuation, the snort snorted slightly, and the briefcase under his armpit was also a little tighter, as the leader of the special operations team, of course he knew that those so-called poor little ones who had been forcibly moved to return to the prison of the United States federal homeland had in fact been imprisoned in that hidden laboratory, and had endured the pain that no human being could bear, and had become infected failed products.

And it is these by-products that originally had a little use value, but in the end, after placing high hopes, they got endless disappointment. This is unacceptable to him, and the entire special operations team may lose the trust of General Bunal because of this incident. His brow furrowed slightly, and he was able to successfully conduct a series of studies in the Anchorage Line, which was inseparable from the support of General Buenard.

The conference room in front of him was already close at hand, but he looked at the ordinary door but hesitated a little, and slowly stretched out his hand to push it open, but his brows became more and more furrowed. He had to spend ten minutes giving a complete report on last night's mission, and at the same time clearly and coherently stating why it had failed. He knew that this was his only chance, and whether he could seize it or not was only a matter of the ten-minute report he made after he pushed the door open.

"I hope so."

With a long exhale, his hand was already gripping the protruding doorknob, and with his slight twist, the door to the entire conference room was already open. And a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead with his movements, which made his heart beat a little faster, he slowly swallowed and spit, he closed the door gently with his backhand, as if he lowered his head very respectfully, stood behind the door and said slowly: "General Bunal, the leader of the special operations team, Turner reports to you." ”

In the conference room, old Bunard was sitting quietly at the middle table, his eyes with reading glasses were also staring closely at a few documents on the table, as if he was busy, and his hand holding the pen also waved casually in front of him, as if he was very busy in a response, and said casually: "Turner? You're here on time, but I seem to be a little late, and I still have a few new documents to read. ”

The cold sweat on Turner's forehead grew thicker and thicker, and he felt that his back was already sticky, and he must have been soaked with cold sweat from his own body. But he still stood there in a straight military posture, not daring to move, and he understood that the seemingly peaceful appearance of the old Bunnard in front of him was actually as tyrannical as the ancient monarch. He did not dare to easily challenge the authority of the most direct leader in front of him, and in fact, even the group of politicians in the American Federation did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction with His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, who had firmly controlled the Anchorage Line.

He waited very quietly for the work instructions of the old Bunal, and waited quietly for less than ten minutes, the old Bunal behind the conference table in front of him slowly stood up with his hands on the table, gently stretched his waist, and at the same time pushed away the documents that had accumulated nearly ten centimeters high, came to the outside of the conference table and shook his waist twice, with the slight crisp sound of the bones, he also said in a flat tone: "Is it because of the failure of the mission last night?" ”

"Yes, General Buenard, as the leader of the Special Operations Group and the commander of this mission, I express my unshirkable responsibility for the failure of this mission."

Swallowing slowly, Turner's face was calm and dignified, he lowered his head slightly, and his face also had the attitude of being willing to accept punishment. But the cold sweat on his forehead had already leaked out the panic in his heart, and he had not the slightest idea of justifying the fact that he had been so trusted by General Bunard and had not completed this important task. Especially standing in front of old Bunal, he didn't even have the heart to explain why he failed, he just stood straight, bowed his head slightly, and waited for the final judgment decision.

However, old Bunard had a slight smile on his face, and when he came to Turner's side, he slowly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and there was not much annoyance on his face, as if it was an ordinary chat, nodding lightly, with a little encouragement in his tone, and said softly: "No matter what, you are facing Liszt, aren't you?" He paused, and said in a very flat tone: "The most critical part of our mission is to collect data from test subjects, as for attacking a well-defended bunker group, it is indeed not something that those ugly biological weapons can do." ”

"General Bunnard, thank you for your understanding."

Turner's face also had a slight look of excitement, looking at the encouraging face of the commander-in-chief in front of him, he also stood very solemnly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to make a standard federal military salute. And he didn't explain much, for the commander of the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Line, he could still appreciate himself as before, and at the same time was willing to give himself another chance, what could not make him show his loyalty?

And the elder Bunal also talked with the leader of the special operations team, Turner, for a few minutes, and when it seemed that he was still unsatisfied, the door was knocked again, and at the same time, a person dressed as an officer also pushed the door in, glanced at Turner with an expressionless face, and then bowed his head slightly and said softly: "General Bunard, there is a meeting below to ask for your decision, the experts in the institute cannot judge at present, but for the important decision on the future development of scientific research, you need to go over." ”

"I see."

Nodding slowly, old Bunard also had a look of pity on his face, he seemed to appreciate Turner in front of him, but he still nodded slowly to the officer who walked in, preparing for the next work arrangement in front of him. However, he still nodded to Turner and said a few words of encouragement: "No matter what, I can still rest assured of your work, but we must strive to obtain the most perfect strengthening potion in the shortest possible time, which will also be of great help to us in the face of the threat of the Soviets." ”

Turner immediately nodded, saluted respectfully to Bunard, and exited the room. But after only Bunal and the officer were left in this conference room, Bunal, who was still calm, sat back at the back of the conference table, he looked at the officer in front of him, his face was already gloomy, his fingers lightly tapped on the table, he squinted his eyes and said slowly: "Why is there a complete bunker group?" ”

"We don't have any intelligence."

The officer's face was expressionless, but his voice echoed in the empty room, but he reached out and pulled out a small storage in his breast pocket, placed it on the conference table in front of General Bunnard, and couldn't help but whisper: "This is the information given by the Soviets, and there is no mention of the bunker group, but just three days ago, they threw down thousands of elite infantry in front of Liszt's fortifications." ”

Old Bunard picked up the storage and inserted it into the monitor next to his conference table, and the data and information in it also appeared in front of him instantly, and he looked at it carefully, his brows were also tightly furrowed, and he couldn't help but ask slowly: "Why does Liszt have artillery?" After a pause, there was a deep doubt in his tone: "Why, he still has so many guns, as if he was waiting for us to meet them ourselves?" ”

"It's confusing, but we also don't have any information to explain the situation."

The officer still spoke slowly and calmly about the matter, and it looked like he was like Major Lyllis before, but compared to this, his authority was beyond the scope of the intelligence department. There was a slight pause in his tone, and a certain coldness had already appeared in the room, and the officer also expressed his guess: "Perhaps, Major Leslie, has reported our secrets to the United States Commonwealth and the Enclave organization. (To be continued.) )