The failure of the air-launched missile caused waves far beyond Jason's previous imagination.

Because in his mind, this was nothing more than a failed weapons experiment.

This is nothing compared to the whole huge project.

And their abundant capital can also support such a failure.

However, this is just Jason's wishful thinking!

He miscalculated how seriously the congressional veterans attached importance to this weapons experiment.

Especially in the command center in the rear, an old man with a lot of hair was also watching during the missile test.

Originally, within the command center, there was a happy atmosphere.

When the missile exploded and lost its signal, there was only a hint of panic.

But soon, from the space reconnaissance satellite, the picture of the missile explosion was obtained.

In the middle of the headquarters, there was a dead silence in an instant.

Louis, who is the head of the command center, still wants to shirk it.

But the white-haired old man smiled and said to him:

"This project will not stop."

"The next funding will not be interrupted."

"However, someone will always be responsible for this failure."

After saying that, the white-haired old man didn't give Louis a chance to speak, so he left the place with his assistants and bodyguards.

Although the white-haired old man did not reprimand Louis, Louis was still scared out of a cold sweat behind his back.

The last sentence he left behind is also worth thinking about Louis.

It is certain that someone will be responsible, but it is impossible for the congressional masters who have been urging and forcibly promoting weapons testing to be responsible.

Then the only people who can take responsibility are himself, who is in charge of the entire weapon test, and Jason, who is actually in charge of the research and development of weapons.

"Jason, I hope you don't blame me!"

Louis gestured a cross with his hand to his chest, and then thought silently in his mind.

In fact, Louis and Jason are world friends.

Louis was even the godfather of Jason's third child.

But in front of their own status, these are all false.

Huge strategic bombers slowly landed in the air base.

Jason climbed out of the belly of the plane with some trepidation.

After all, the missile launch failed, and as the head of the scientific research group, he will definitely have to take responsibility.

However, Jason was not too afraid, after all, in his thoughts, the relationship between himself and Louis was very good, and the other party would definitely protect him.

However, to Jason's surprise, after he got off the bomber.

He was greeted not by Louis, who had a good relationship with him, but by the military police with a straight uniform and a cold face.

"Where's Louis?"

Jason asked, a little puzzled.

"The Commander doesn't have time to see you yet."

The lead gendarme replied briefly.

No matter how Jason asked, they didn't answer Jason's question.

Instead, he used handcuffs to tie Jason's hands behind his back.

"What are you guys doing here?!"

Jason asked, somewhat irritated.

"Your Excellency has an unshirkable responsibility for the failure of the air-launched missile, so come with us!"

After determining that Jason could not break free, the lead gendarme finally answered his question.

At this time, even if Jason is slow to react.

I finally understood.

I was cheated by my so-called friend Louis.

After figuring out this joint, Jason looked in the direction of the command center of the air base with some resentment.

However, Jason didn't say anything cruel, after all, the two hadn't completely torn their faces at this time.

It is also possible to ask for the other person's head.

If at this time, the gendarmes are scolded in front of them, then there will be no room for relaxation between the two sides.

Therefore, Jason could only silently leave the runway under the hostage of the gendarmes.

Louis, who was in the command center on the side, looked at Jason who was taken away, and muttered to himself:

"Jason, don't blame me. You can only blame yourself for not doing things well! ”

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The white-haired old man, on his way back to his office from the air base, angrily threw a red wine glass on the ground and scolded:

"A bunch of rubbish!"

"It took hundreds of millions of dollars to make such a failure!"

“FXXK！”

The old man who left the public camera couldn't help but scold in the wide-body car.

"Sir, the most important thing now is not the time to discuss this waste."

Fernando, an assistant on the side, cautiously reminded:

"Now it's time to figure out how to deal with that moth-eaten swarm in Congress."

After venting, the white-haired old man also calmed down a little.

Fernando was right, the group of talents in Congress was the real headache for him.

Although that group of people often has all kinds of anti-intellectual behavior and rhetoric, it is only to pander to the people.

In fact, there are no stupid people who can enter Congress.

And the most important thing is the interest group they represent behind them, and that is the most important.

Although the development and advancement of hypersonic missiles is carried out mainly by the military-industrial complex.

But there are also many contradictions and struggles between this huge group.

If this test fails, there will definitely be people who will attack the Loma Group, which is in charge of missile research and development!

In particular, Boeing, which is also developing hypersonic missiles, but is in competition.

The white-headed old man rubbed his somewhat swollen brain, and after thinking for a moment.

First of all, he said to his assistant Fernando:

"Help me contact the president of Loma first, and in ten minutes, I'm going to talk to him."

Loma's speed was obviously not slow, and by the time the white-haired old man was on the phone, they already knew that their missile experiment had failed, and even the chief scientist was put under guard.

However, President Loma does not care about Jason's life or death, he is more concerned about whether the project can continue.

After all, there are many talents in their company, and whether they can make money is what they care about.

Fortunately, the white-haired old man gave President Loma a promise, as long as they could withstand the pressure of Boeing.

Although this promise was frivolous like an oil splash on the water, President Loma still felt a lot more relieved.

Over the next few hours, the white-haired old man made contact with several allies with close interests.

It wasn't until after dark that the long work was over.

Lay down in the chair and take a breather.

Only then did he ask Fernando beside him:

"When will the cross-examination on the congressional side begin?"

Fernando looked at the document he had just received:

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Congress was obviously very concerned about this matter, otherwise it would not have learned all this in just half a day.

And asked the old man to explain the matter clearly the next day.

"It's okay, there's still time!"

The old man exhaled, sat up, and began to continue contacting his allies.

Tonight is still a long time, and the dawn is still far away. (End of chapter)