Vol 4 Chapter 119: Contest in secret (2 in 1)

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Inside the Pentagon, the wooden door of the satellite control room was violently opened!

The staff who was processing the data subconsciously looked out the door.

And the person in charge who just wanted to take a coffee break almost yelled at him! Because the hot cup of coffee almost fell on him!

Would he be frightened if the door was not opened by violence? If it weren't for being frightened, would his hands shake? If it's not shaking hands

With the good qualities cultivated over the years, the person in charge took a few deep breaths on the seat and wanted to wipe it off with a tissue.

Then he will let that **** guy know what the **** is here! Can you hit the door at will? Why don't you go to the White House opposite? !

"Jones!"

The voice is hoarse but not old, but the words are full of anger, and the short surname makes the person in charge's eyelids jump!

This voice Jones is really clear, but it is the voice of his immediate superior, Secretary of Defense Mattis!

Jones can swear that if this surname is used as a ringtone when he wakes up, it is estimated that he will never be late for work again!

The tissue was only pulled halfway, and Jones had only time to wipe it on his body. Fortunately, the suit is dark in color, and the lights in the central control room are dim. If you don't look carefully, you can't see the stains of coffee flowing on it.

Jones quickly got up, the chair slid back and hit the other corner of the table. After a trot, he swallowed when he saw Matisse, who had white hair but still a strong body.

"Minister, what can you do with me?"

He was a little stuttered, and Jones was so nervous that he seemed to be back in elementary school, trembling under the reprimand of his parents and teachers!

This cannot be blamed on him! It is true that Matisse's gaze is too terrifying! Whoever sees that kind of eye-catching eyesight will tremble!

When Matisse saw the still young person in charge, he sneered, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and slamming it on the opponent's chest!

"Do you know what this is?"

Jones did not dare to speak, but looked down at the ground, without the courage to look at Mattis.

"This is the'reporting letter' submitted to me by the army!"

"Yes! Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, you may not believe it, because these things are used to report you!"

"Report me?" Jones was dumbfounded and swallowed, feeling incredible.

Focusing on the thick pile of "reporting letters," Jones' eyelids could not help but twitched, and bit the bullet and said, "Minister, it hasn't been long since I took office. So many reports should be mistaken, right?"

Seeing Minister Mattis nodded, Jones was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was hit in the chest by a piece of a4 paper!

"Yours! Yours! It's yours!"

Mattis opened the "reporting letters" one by one. Even if some documents did not clearly indicate Jones, he secretly revealed that all these were problems in the satellite control room.

Jones hurriedly sorted out the papers that Matisse had thrown him, flipping through the top one at will.

First greet Minister Mattis, nothing wrong.

Then explain the general event, nothing wrong.

Afterwards, all the spearheads will be directed at the person in charge of the satellite control room? !

Jones' face shook up and down and glanced at the date, which was indeed after the time he took office. Explain that this document is indeed "Report him!"

I hurriedly flipped through some other papers, and the contents were mostly the same, almost all of them were aimed at him.

There was a faint chill behind Jones, and he quickly remembered which boss he had offended recently.

Sweat came out of the forehead, and even the tip of the nose leaked from the pores.

When the wind blew around, Jones raised his head and found that the Minister was walking past him and stepping towards the seat.

Jones lowered his head and followed Mattis honestly.

Although the people in the satellite control room were curious, few people looked here. If the big guys remembered it in their hearts and gave the impression that they were not doing their jobs properly, then his future would almost come to an end.

No one came to clean up the coffee on the ground, and Matisse frowned, pulled the chair over at will, and sat down.

The eyes surrounded by wrinkles do not have the twilightness of old people at all, and the light flashing from them from time to time proves that the mind of the Minister of Defense is dense enough.

The upper body did not lean back, but sat straight! But not deliberately, everything is so natural.

"Do you know what's going on?"

Jones nodded, and after reading a few documents, he almost knew the general situation.

It is nothing more than the military base under General Brown suffered an unknown attack, but their satellite control room did not give early warning.

Although it sounds nonsense, it does need a man to stand up.

It's impossible for General Brown, he won't even throw a man from his faction!

Jones already knew that he was the scapegoat chosen by the big bosses.

The location is not big or small, and there is no pressure to deal with. The only thing worth noting is that they dealt with themselves, but they slapped Minister Mattis on the face abruptly!

Don't worry about it, Liangzi is knotted. It is estimated that the "Lamb" on the military side has also been selected. He should be the same as him. The position is not high or low, and he is the best candidate who is the easiest to judge the crime.

There was a sorrow in Jones's heart. He struggled for so long and finally sat in this position. As a result, he was thrown off before his **** was covered.

And this stain will always accompany him through his entire political career.

Seeing Jones not speaking, Matisse's heart burst into flames. His last subordinate in the satellite control room had just been suggested by the president to write a novel. Before this term came, he was regarded as abandoned by those **** stuff!

The key thing is that someone really needs to come back. Mattis sees it thoroughly. There are no other candidates, but no one is in the position of Jones.

Although the reason is far-fetched, it is still reasonable and well-founded!

The president needs an explanation, and the Congress needs an explanation. This is not something that Mattis can reverse by himself.

"Oh!~"

Matisse sighed and rubbed his temple with the thumb of his right hand.

Even without opening his eyes, Matisse knew that Jones was looking at him.

"First, call out the satellite surveillance photos that day, and focus on observing the destroyed military bases under Brown."

He looked up at Jones, "I heard that the place has become an ‘artificial lake’! And the scenery is so beautiful that you can’t see the ruins at all."

After Jones heard it, he withdrew a smile that was more ugly than crying, and arranged a pile of "reporting letters" in his hand on the desktop. He used the authority himself, and the files taken by satellite monitoring gradually appeared on the big screen that day.

Mattis tilted his head slightly, and blue light shone on his old face. If it weren't for the bright eyes, everyone would think he was a bully old man.

Put your arms on the chair, bow slightly, and cross your hands.

There is no problem with satellite monitoring and taking pictures.

They did not capture the shadow of the mysterious weapon. The military base that was good in the previous moment will be completely destroyed in the next moment!

The earth cracked, even burying all the aura of civilization.

The two photos are very blurry, and the shooting time is very short, but the difference between the front and the back at the same location is shocking.

Matisse secretly measured in his heart, the power of that mysterious weapon even reminded him of a small-yield nuclear bomb!

However, a small-yield nuclear bomb could not explode such a deep crater, and it did not cause any pollution to the surrounding area.

"Jones, pull out those two pictures separately. Yes, that's it, zoom in, zoom in again, okay."

The fingers crossed loose, and then clamped tightly.

The picture is more blurred after zooming in, and only a rough picture can be seen.

Of course, this is shooting outside the Earth's low-Earth orbit. If you want to achieve the effect of a high-definition camera, it is obviously very unrealistic.

"Jones, look at the satellite code and model of the photo taken."

Jones, who was operating the computer, was taken aback, and he didn't understand what the minister meant. But he still obeyed the order and pulled out the satellite code from the computer file.

A 3D simulated satellite appeared on the big screen. Although there was a mark name underneath, Jones still subconsciously read it out.

"Code: Yueyan·Change; Model: yui—"

"Stop! What's the name of the shooting satellite?"

Jones stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, "Minister, it's Yueyan·Gai."

"Yueyan·Gai?" Mattis frowned, he always felt that the name was very familiar.

"Snapped!"

Matisse clapped his hands, with inexplicable excitement on his face, "Jones, is looking at whether its predecessor is called'Moon Eye'."

Jones felt baffled. Since they are all called "Yueyan·Gai", their predecessor must be called "Yueyan".

Is there any other function of this "moon eye"?

Jones was a second-in-law monk who couldn't figure it out, so he had to listen to Matisse's order to gather information.

He licked and dried his lips, "Minister, its predecessor is indeed called'Moon Eye'."

Mattis showed such an expression on his face, and then asked: "Is the launch date just recently?"

Jones subconsciously looked towards the date, "Yes Minister, this satellite has not been in space for more than a month."

Turning his head to look at the minister sitting in the chair, Jones couldn't help but jumped in his heart, and tentatively asked: "You mean, there is a problem with this satellite?"

Matisse squinted slightly, like a viper entrenched in his body, waiting for the best time to attack.

"I have never said that. But this satellite was directly transformed through the Moon Eye itself."

"Reuse of old satellites?" Jones asked.

"That's not enough." Matisse looked away from the big screen. "Do you know why the previous person in charge of the satellite control room resigned?"

"Something messed up?"

Matisse chuckled, "A large part of the reason lies in this'moon eye'!"

Jones twitched his eyes and looked at the 3D simulated satellite on the big screen. It looked like he had seen a scourge!

"How scarce is it to put it on the military when there is a problem?!"

Tucao got Matisse's approval, the ghost knows why the annual military expenditure is so huge, but it is not known how many more are used on the blade.

"Are you sure this satellite is monitoring the military base?"

"Very sure, Minister!"

"There are no other satellites around, right?"

"Uh, judging from the situation at the time, there are satellites of other countries around the periphery."

Matisse waved his hand and motioned Jones not to care, "As long as it's not from our United States."

Jones didn't answer. He didn't know exactly what medicine was sold in Minister's Gourd. After doing this for a long time, is it because he wanted to take this matter for him?

Frowning, Jones is very clear that if it matters just like this, he will still be dismissed. At best, he will look better, and the stain will be minimized. If there is a chance in the future, he can still continue his political career.

Thinking of this way, Jones breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't in the worst situation, he was a bit too greedy now.

Mattis suddenly turned to look at Jones, who was still thinking about something, "Pick up those documents and come to the office with me."

After speaking, Matisse stood up and walked out the door.

Jones hurriedly turned off the information materials, and after picking up the stack of "report letters", trot to follow Mattis.

My heart beats violently, and my palms are even trembling slightly.

Jones stood at Matisse's desk, trying to make himself more natural.

Matisse took the stack of files and threw them aside with a smile, "Listen, Jones. The person in charge of the satellite control room last time was tricked by an unknown hacker. The words are not clear. Of course, his superb novel skills have been affirmed by the president, maybe he will make a living by writing novels in the future. Do you want to know what he wrote?"

"What did you write?"

Jones asked subconsciously.

Matisse put his hands on the table, habitually crossed together, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "It is nothing more than the report to the president is too outrageous, but the president also praised him as the seedling of the new century science fiction master."

Jones reacted. It is estimated that the report written by the previous person in charge was not as good as he thought. On the contrary,

"The president praised that the report he wrote is comparable to "Harry Potter", and it is the pinnacle of science fiction!"

"Then what, Minister "Harry Potter" is a fantasy novel."

Mattis raised an eyebrow, "Yes, I also said the same to the President at the time. I even suspect that the President has never seen "Harry Potter" at all."

Jones only smiled dryly. In his position, he would not ridicule the president at will.

"Okay." Mattis seemed to be in a good mood. "After talking so much, I just want to tell you that the report can't be written too outrageously. The subordinates were transferred out one by one. To be honest, I thought I was caught Brain damage is targeted!"

"When you write the report, you will pour dirty water on Brown. As for the follow-up, there will be me."

Jones was sweating on his head, and he wouldn't have the courage to ask him to pour dirty water on Admiral Brown. Although there is a big boss behind him, he is still under great psychological pressure.

"By the way, let me tell you one thing, that ‘Mooneye·Change’ is what Brown insisted on launching." For mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.