Proxy wars are proxy wars, and what is said in a high-sounding manner is better than what is sung!

Brooklyn was in a rut.

"So you need Joe Biden's approval for your plan?"

Brooklyn asked.

"Where is it this time?"

Over the past few years, the Federation has paid more and more attention to her "neighbor" across the sea, seeing her as a great enemy. The Federation's military bases were built one after another across the sea, almost surrounding the "old neighbors".

After taking office, the incumbent president has wielded the big stick of economy and trade, and has beaten up his "old neighbors" indiscriminately.

Not only that, but the Federation has also joined other countries in calling on countries to "not play with him" internationally, forcing countries to take sides, and threatening countries that hesitate or show goodwill to their "old neighbors" to "treat them equally".

The Federation is deeply wary of its "old neighbor", believing that the "old neighbor" is the only country that has the potential to catch up with itself, break the unipolar pattern, and undermine the hegemony of the Federation.

In a sense, the federation is right, and the think tanks that the government spends so much money on every year are right.

But something seems to be wrong with the direction in which the federal effort to contain the "old neighbor."

Nearly thirty years of hegemony, nearly thirty years of standing at the pinnacle, made the Federation feel lonely, since the dismemberment of the bear with all his might, no one has climbed to the top to fight the Federation.

At this time, the Federation's actions seemed a little clumsy, and some of the planning methods were even more clumsy, just like when they dismembered the bear in the first place.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

, I'm not interested in personally participating in it, but this kind of thing is not something that you won't end up if you say you can't get out.

Mark Mie poured a large sip of beer into his mouth, then frowned and looked at the bottle again, swallowing the drink in his mouth and muttering, "This doesn't taste good at all."

"There are currently four directions, which have not yet been determined."

"Which four?"

Mark Meaille didn't answer, and smiled at Brooklyn.

"Europe, T, Africa, where else?"

Seeing Mark Mie come to buy the lawsuit, Brooklyn directly guessed.

Mark Millaine shook his head, "It's four, but it's three."

"Homegrown, European, African."

"We are more inclined to Europe, and Mr. President is more inclined to the mainland and Africa on the other side of the sea."

Mark Millaine spread his hands and said helplessly, "Our President's eyes are glued to the other side of the sea. He only had her in his eyes."

"We've just withdrawn from the Middle East, and now we should focus on that bear." "Her nose is as sharp as a real bear, and we have to fight back hard, knock this bear down, or even dismember it again, otherwise more and more countries will follow behind this bear and oppose us."

"As for the 'old neighbor' on the other side of the sea, he is still the same as he was many years ago. Since we are making money from stuffiness, why can't we not make money from the well and the river, and be safe?"

"As long as she doesn't oppose us and doesn't hinder us, we treat her as if she doesn't exist."

Brooklyn gave Mark Mie a surprised look, filled the pot with water, and closed the lid.

What Mark Millay said was a lack of confidence in the comprehensive power of the Federation.

This may be a pessimistic view.

Although the federation has declined, its comprehensive national strength is still the best in the world and dominates, but it is not as crushing as before.

But it is this narrowing gap that is still in the first place, and how many people are confused?

It's not often that Mark Milai is so sober.

His point is also very interesting.

Since the rise of the "distant old neighbor" is a foregone conclusion, then why don't you offend me, I won't offend you, the federation acquiesces to the rise of the old neighbor, as long as the old neighbor develops quietly and doesn't jump out to make trouble.

Marc Milley believes that it is imperative to continue to maintain the hegemony of the Federation, to silence all opposition, and then to slowly go back to dealing with his old neighbor.

Time for time!

Very good idea.

But the old neighbor is not stupid.

It's clearly their turn to clean up the others, how can the old neighbor not be silent?

"There are a lot of people who are so artificial?" Brooklyn asked.

Mark Millaine shook his head, "Those idiots seem to have their brains caught in the oil lake."

He's in the minority!

Brooklyn knew it.

"So supporting Joe Biden is a foregone conclusion and can't be changed?"

Brooklyn pulled the subject back and asked.

What he needs is for Mr. President to put the proposal on hold at a critical moment and make it impossible to pass.

This is the power of Mr. President.

So Brooklyn can only support the current president, he can't switch sides and support Joe Biden instead.

"Does our Mr. President seem to be an obedient man?" Mark Milai asked.

Brooklyn shook his head as he thought of Winston's description, and then of Mr. President's speech and performance on the Internet and in the media.

How can a narcissistic ego be obedient?

Mr. President has his own thoughts at every moment.

"So." Mark Millaine spreads his hands.

Brooklyn nodded, and after a moment of silence, suddenly asked, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Mark Millay had already drunk all the beer and was eating it with the fork he had turned out, when he subconsciously narrowed his eyes when he heard the words

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"Is it related to Joe Biden?" As if he hadn't seen Mark Mee's displeasure, Brooklyn continued to speculate that "it was related to the election."

"You're here to persuade me to give up supporting the current president."

"It's not just your idea, it's the military's order."

"What the hell are you asking me to do?"

"Something to do with Europe?"

Jingle Bell –

Mark Millen threw away his fork and walked up to Brooklyn step by step with a gloomy face, staring at Brooklyn deadly.

Brooklyn wiped his hands and calmly looked at Mark Mielly, his voice calming as if what he was saying had nothing to do with him.

"Mark, I can't do my duty like you, Anne is pregnant, I'm going to be a dad in a few months, there will be a new life in this house, and I will no longer be an orphan."

"I've never been a qualified politician and can't think about things like politicians, so in order to avoid you asking me to do things I don't want to do, or even things that might touch my bottom line, let's make it clear now."

"What do you need me to do, tell me now, if you can do it, I will do it, and from then on we will both know. Can't do it, I won't do it anyway. lest your secret plan be delayed."

Mark Meaille was a little annoyed by Brooklyn's words.

Brooklyn glanced at him, turned off the heat, and began to pour out the soup, and the voice slowly sounded again.

"Mark, I thought we would be friends and our friendship would become unbreakable with the birth of two babies."

Brooklyn shook her head and stopped talking.

Brooklyn, who had his back to the man, didn't see the wonderful change in Mark Milley's face, and he concentrated on serving the soup, cleaning the pot, tasting the chicken soup in the casserole, and then extinguishing the stove completely.

Whether to completely fall to his side, or continue to waver like this, and then completely lose him as an ally.

The options Brooklyn has been laid out, and the choice is in Mark Millai's hands. He just had to wait for the results.

Brooklyn is forcing Mark Mee to make a choice!

Originally, according to the "plan", his trust with Mark Milley would increase as their respective wives' bellies gradually grew, and finally reach a peak after the birth of the two babies, and they will be completely "united".

In a few months, they will become truly unbreakable allies.

Originally, everything fell into place.

But Brooklyn smelled danger tonight.

This feeling of uncertainty about the future unnerved him.

He must seize the time to build up his strength and win over all possible teammates.

Mark Milai bore the brunt of the attack.

There is not so much time left for them to slowly rub and increase their feelings. He needs Mark Millay's attitude now.

"Brooklyn."

Mark Millay didn't know what kind of changes and struggles he had gone through in his heart, and finally spoke.

He wasn't moved by Brooklyn's "I thought we were friends."

Brooklyn didn't expect to be friends with Mark Mee, either.

What is Friend?

Like Winston, it is a friend who can be entrusted with life and death, and what happens after death.

Like Frank, although it was difficult, although there were wavering in the middle, it was a friend who persevered in the end.

Like López, knowing that there is little hope of success, he still chooses to support and work hard is a friend.

Mark Milai?

Both of them rely on checks and balances.

How could Mark Millai not understand this truth?

In a very short period of time, Mark Millay had already weighed both options.

What the military can give him, Brooklyn can't give.

The amount given to him by the military, Brooklyn can't give it.

If the military can give him status, give him power, give him status, make him chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and let him sit on hundreds of millions of family properties, no matter how many people see him, they have to be polite.

Brooklyn can't give any of this.

But there is one thing that the military cannot match.

Everything given by the military is not really "giving", it can only be regarded as "borrowing", and one day the military will take it back.

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff will be replaced, the military representatives will be replaced, and the benefits that come with being in the military will disappear as the military takes back everything that has been "lent" to him.

But Brooklyn won't.

Working with Brooklyn, every penny, every stock he receives, is 100 percent his!

The military took their fair share of the New York incident that had been agreed upon in advance, and it was up to the entire military to distribute it.

Although the status of the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff is not low, and the role contribution of military representatives is also not low, there are many people who are higher than him.

The profits he received from the military as a result of the events in New York were not as high as the profits that Brooklyn had brought him these days.

One looks big, thick, but not your own, and the other doesn't look very big and thick, but there's room to grow, and most importantly, it's all your own.

How to choose, Mark Millay still has a clear telling.

He has been up and down in the sea for decades, and he has long been able to break through his vanity.

Maybe when it doesn't matter, Mark Millaine will be vain, but when it comes to life and death, and when it comes to vital interests, vanity or something is simply not worth mentioning.

He stopped Brooklyn, but instead of saying anything else, he turned around and opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer from it, opened it and drained most of the bottle, and then wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth with his arm.

"You won, Brooklyn."

"I don't know much,"

"The chairmanship of the Joint Chiefs of Staff is not enough to get me to the top of the decision-making hierarchy. I only have the right to make suggestions, not the right to make decisions."

"All I know is that the military needs someone who is influential in the justice system and has a simple and clean background to prepare for several plans."

"They need your influence in the justice system. The military has always been weak in this regard."

Under the pressure of Brooklyn, Mark Milley took the first step, and from the first step came the second step...... There is only a difference between zero and countless times of this kind of thing.