"I said, not really, right? Gentlemen. ”

As an abrupt voice sounded, Rumsfeld, who had just heard Linnad Morgan's indifferent words and was about to respond, looked at the other side of the long table with the assistant secretary of state, who was silent next to him, King, and it was evident that the voice came from the man who was casually dressed and even a little unassuming:

"Needless to say, there is such a thing as details, and of course we don't need to care about it.

However, I personally need to say a word on behalf of Mr. Rockefeller about the next military development; The situation in the Middle East is simply a mess at the moment, Rumsfeld, you and your army must carefully consider this, if you let the Russians enter the Arabian Peninsula, then, for the time being, the problems on the battlefield will be put aside, and the consortium I serve will probably be unhappy, very unhappy.

Do you understand, Mr. Minister? ”

"I ...... I totally understand. ”

In the face of the man's abrupt questioning, which was even very embarrassing, Donald Rumsfeld seemed to be a little afraid, and his voice was a little lower.

Ian Fleming, a seemingly ordinary fellow, is the spokesperson of the consortium personally appointed by Nicholas Rockefeller, representing such a huge capital monster, appearing in this extraordinary conference room and making wild remarks about the senior officials of the United States government and even other representatives of the consortium on the same front - yes, even the Rockefeller family, who ostensibly no longer controls the energy lifeblood of the entire country, they are indeed qualified to do so at the round table. However, this Mr. Fleming's mention yì, what did he just mean ......?

Looking at Ian Fleming, who was originally silent, Rumsfeld was still thinking. At this time, John Mellon next to him saw the opportunity to interject:

"Mr. Ian Fleming, with all due respect, I think the organization we represent has reached a consensus on ending the war as much as possible, what do you think? I don't want to pretend to be a military expert, but my full-time adviser reminded me in the morning. The situation in the Middle East is decided, and it makes no sense to dwell on the oil wells in the Persian Gulf.

So, let me make a few observations. Now the important thing is not to fight, but to manage to reach with the Russians-"

"You're scared, aren't you, John Mellon?"

Completely ignore the chattering dumb man. Ian Fleming, dressed in a loose casual suit, threw out the words coldly. He raised his hand to stop the head of the Mellon family who wanted to ridicule him, and spit out a few gossips quite abruptly:

"If you want to prove your mettle, Mr. Mellon, I advise you, stop using those tasteless electric shavers; In addition, it is also better for you to change to a more reliable doctor to take care of your own gallbladder surgery. ”

"W-What ......?"

In the face of his unattractive Ian Fleming, I originally wanted to say a sentence or two of irony. John Mellon was puzzled by these words, and a little panic welled up in his heart unconsciously; After speaking. Ian Fleming, who didn't look at the stunned fool at all, turned his head to look at the Secretary of Defense at the head of the long table, his eyes swept over the assistant secretary of state sitting next to him, and a hint of disgust seemed to flash in his slender eyes:

"I said, Rumsfeld, a few years ago, you did a pretty good job with the Iraqis; Now, then, I would like to advise you that Mr. Nicholas Rockefeller has entrusted me to convey to you that he is particularly concerned about the current situation of the war and that he has special expectations of what the United States of America will do in the Middle East.

I don't want to be as indifferent as everyone here, and I don't intend to tie your hands and feet with some nonsense. However, I would like to remind you that the Far East and Western Europe are all right, but once the Middle East is lost?

All of us know what we need to do to end the war, but a different secretary of defense might help?

Hum...... Who knows, right? ”

“……”

In the face of such a strong threat, contrary to the expectations of those present, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld fell into a long silence, his eyes staring straight at the other end of the long table, his forehead slightly dripping into a cold sweat, as if he was deeply afraid of Fleming as a person.

Witnessing this scene wordlessly, they couldn't help but surprise Morgan, Mellon and others a little, and they didn't know what was going on with this always calm and capable old man; This Ian Fleming, even if he came on behalf of the old Rockefeller, wouldn't have been so bold and surprised Donald like this, right?

Tonight, the participants seated at the oval table, perhaps in different personal capacities, but all of them were spokesmen for the vast consortium that de facto controlled the United States, and they gathered at this time to deliberate on the federal government's war decision, which of course was not intended for specific military strategy -- they could not do this kind of stupid thing for laymen to intervene, and the so-called gathering of people to discuss was in fact to implement the consistent principle of transnational consortiums, that is, "one qiē for the sake of profit", even if it was facing a full-scale war with Russia, In the eyes of the huge consortium, it is just a major unfavorable factor that interferes with the capital operation process.

Since there is a war, according to the general operation process, the connections and powerful consortia still think of making a war windfall.

Seeing that the leaders of the free world would suffer a series of disadvantages on the battlefield, and fearing that if the United States lost the war, most of the world would be red, and that transnational capital, which had lost its overseas markets and raw material production areas, was naturally worried, and it was inevitable that they would summon the Minister of Defense, the Secretary of State, and others to discuss.

Of course, on the occasion of such secret talks, His Excellency the President of the United States, who is often eloquent and whose acting skills far outweigh his leadership skills, naturally need not deign to participate.

But now, the spokesperson from the Rockefeller consortium, the little-known Ian Fleming -- what is the origin of this person, and can the qiē he say really represent the true intentions of the old Rockefeller and the huge forces behind him?

If this is the case, it is possible that the federal government will have to reconsider its next strategic approach, but ......

"Yes, Mr. Fleming; I fully understand what you mean, and I will do my best to make a statement to His Excellency the President and his staff. ”

To everyone's surprise, Ian Fleming, who stared at his unassuming appearance, stared at him for a while, his eyes were inexplicably a little sluggish, and Rumsfeld's voice became sluggish, as if two old friends were talking about the weather in the coming week; Unknowingly, under the control of consciousness infiltration, the Minister of Defense's thinking has been tampered with, and he accepts Fleming's words almost without resistance.

Yes, when the two looked at each other just now, they also felt that there was something extraordinary about this person, so it seemed that maybe ...... Perhaps what he said was true, that the United States must ensure absolute security in the oil-producing areas, and that it would be necessary to resist the southward advance of the Russians at any cost?

Unconsciously accepted the man's opinion, and reason had already retreated at this time, Rumsfeld did not think at all that for the United States, where the front was shrinking and the allies were becoming fewer and fewer, it would still be possible to resist the rolling iron flow of the Warsaw Pact in the Middle East; He didn't even think about how even if he really held the line of Jordan and Saudi Arabia, even if Italy had defected and Iran completely blocked the Strait of Hormuz, even if more crude oil was produced on the Middle East soil, how could it be safely transported to the United States on the other side of the ocean.

"Ghosts send gods", probably there can only be one explanation, but in the conference room of the Capitol Hill, a secret meeting concerning the fate of the Western world has been settled.

Seeing that the meeting was over, the well-dressed gentlemen got up and left their seats, and as usual, they exchanged brief greetings after the meeting, and then left in their own special cars; In the meantime, the other attendees watched from a distance with a little suspicion, maintaining a subconscious sense of alienation from Ian Fleming, who was sent by the Rockefeller consortium*, and only Hubert Humphrey, who was outspoken or out of character, asked the raunchy man in a loud voice, asking him "what does old Rockefeller mean by this statement".

For this stout Mr. Humphrey, who was bulging in a suit, Ian Fleming, who was originally indifferent, changed the coldness of the meeting, he ignored the angry big guy, but smiled noncommittally at everyone, so that everyone present couldn't help but feel a slight chill, and got into the stretched Lincoln car with his own leather bag.

The car started on the road, and the people on the side of the road quickly disappeared from sight, leisurely picking up a martini with mint, and Ian Fleming, who took off his suit jacket, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his hand and ripped off the dog-leash-like tie, recalling the scene that happened in the conference room just now, and a somewhat gloomy smile gradually appeared on his flat face.

Haha, if it is the hand of Nicholas Rockefeller, sometimes it feels good to be the spokesperson for the interests of these bloated conglomerates.

Raising his hand to bring the wine glass to his mouth, the man raised his head and drank it down, and then he couldn't get enough of it.

After a moment, his slender eyes narrowed, as if he was a little drunk from the wine in the glass, and the wild thoughts in his mind became more and more numerous, and the man who temporarily assumed the name of Ian Fleming breathed a sigh of relief at the troubles that had happened recently; Now he seems to have a little doubt about his ability to make strategic judgments, and at the same time, he can't help but wonder whether it is really appropriate for Donald Rumsfeld to order the US military to defend the Middle East. (To be continued......)