I'm starting a mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 30 This is a necessary price (please read later)
Thousands of miles away in Washington, D.C., in the air defense headquarters in the basement of the Presidential Palace, the high-ranking officials gathered together with pale faces.

Even the minister, who was black, had his skin turned several shades lighter at this time.

Minos stopped the nuclear bomb with one hand, which made them wonder how many minutes they could live.

This is a nuclear bomb! A strategic nuclear weapon with an attack range of more than 10000 kilometers and a direct damage radius of more than 10 kilometers! It was stopped by a hand!

This is worse than your wife cheating on you or your son coming out as gay.

"Mr. President, we should discuss what to do next."

Is this something that needs to be discussed? If we don’t kneel down quickly, and wait for the Northern Alliance to come first, we will have to wait for death!
Everyone understood that now that nuclear weapons were ineffective, the only option left was to go and beg for mercy, but no one said anything. No one wanted to be the first to speak about this matter, and everyone was waiting for the president to speak first.

"Oh, Adjani, my Adjani, what shall we do..."

The first lady took the president away on the grounds that he was unwell, leaving a group of senior officials looking at each other in bewilderment in the conference room.

"Damn old man, he was the one who ordered the use of nuclear weapons. What's the point of pretending to be confused now?"

"He's the president. Can you just go up and slap him twice to wake him up?"

The president ran away, and all the civil servants and congressmen who could run away also ran away. The president didn't even dare to take the blame. They wished they had not been here today. If the blame was cast, the whole family would be killed. The sailors of the entire aircraft carrier formation were waiting to die in the sea. For the congressmen, nuclear bombs were a small problem compared to this problem.

Those who can run have all run away, and the only ones left are those who can't escape.

So the question is, if there are problems in the army, who will be the one who will be blamed?
The generals, of course!
The generals of the Joint Chiefs of Staff are now all smoking cigars in silence. As the highest decision-making and command body of the military, they are the only ones qualified to take the blame as the president and the secretary of defense who are above them are one of them, one has Alzheimer's disease and the other is a nigger who rose to power because of political correctness.

The Chief of General Staff's eyes moved through the smoke of his cigar, scanning the entire room.

Very good, only the soldiers are left, damn the civilians, what the hell are you!
After urgently connecting with all the generals in the United States, the Chief of General Staff, as the highest-ranking person on the scene, spoke.

"Stop smoking! Tell me, what should we do now?"

"What should I do? Of course I should go and beg for mercy. There are still more than 10,000 sailors floating on the sea. If we don't pull them back, my whole family will be beaten to death tomorrow."

The Chief of Naval Staff had already ordered nearby naval ships to rescue people, but Minos was on the aircraft carrier and the rescue ship did not dare to approach. They did contact Julian Augustus, who made it clear that everything was up to Minos and he was the one driving the ship.

"Beg for mercy. If you kneel down, will he let you go? What can you use to compensate others?"

"Everyone, stop hiding anything. None of us can escape this matter. Bring out whatever good stuff you have."

The generals were all very honest and made a list of their best things. It was not that they were reluctant to give them up, but if they couldn't handle this, they would all die. Those civil servants and congressmen would not hesitate to sell them all out for votes.

The Chief of Staff looked at the thick list. The good things written on it made him jealous, but now was not the time to take advantage. These things might not impress Lord Minos. If they were not enough, he would have to add more.

"Who should I go to as the middleman to beg for mercy?"

"Julian Augustus."

"The Greek shipping magnate?" "Yes, that's him. He summoned Lord Minos."

At this time, the Air Force Chief of Staff, who had been smoking a cigar without saying anything, asked a question: "Then what can we use to show our sincerity in begging for mercy?"

Soldiers are very pragmatic. If they can't win, they can't win. Battle reports can lie, but the battle lines won't lie. If the nuclear bombs are silent, nothing you say will be of any use.

Since you can't win, you have to pretend to beg for mercy. The language skills of those shitty civil servants are useless. If someone slaps you in the face, can you block it with your mouth?
As a stepping stone to start communication, this thing must be heavy enough to make the other party clearly feel your sincerity.

Is there anything that can definitely make the other party feel the sincerity of the United States?

"How about sending old Biden over there? I've had enough of that old fool!"

"Why, do you want him to perform a diarrhea show for others?"

A mild joke made everyone laugh, but the Marine Corps Commander's expression soon stopped them from laughing. It was not just an angry remark, but a practical proposal.

Silence filled the conference room, where the most powerful leaders in the United States gathered. The fate of America now depends on their decisions.

"Where is the Prince of Sichuan?" The Army Chief of Staff asked knowingly. He was the one who nominated the Prince of Sichuan back then, so how could he not know that the Prince of Sichuan is now in his own Guanhu Villa.

This is a test. If you don't have unity in mind, you can't accomplish big things. Those present are all powerful people. If there is any opposition, it will turn into a civil war. We need to think long-term. No one wants to fire the first shot in a civil war.

"It's at Guanhu Villa. I can get there in half an hour."

No one objected, at least on the surface, no general objected to this.

The Chief of Staff, who heard no objections, sighed lightly and said that this was a necessary price to pay in order to save America!

"Bring our people into the DC area within an hour. The Andrews base may not obey our orders. General Walker, you go and deal with them. Pierce, you take people to invite King Chuan to Washington."

They drew their pistols and checked the ammunition. Their trusted subordinates found bulletproof vests for the generals and put on helmets. Then a fully armed special operations team appeared in the basement of the Presidential Palace, except that the members were a bit older.

The Chief of General Staff looked at his service pistol, which had not been used to kill anyone for more than ten years. He couldn't remember the last time he pulled it out to fight.

"I never thought that at my age, I would still have the chance to fight in person."

A self-deprecating remark, countless honors and disgraces, I have worked hard, fought, flattered, and struggled all my life to get to where I am today, how could I sell out my life and property to a group of civil servants!

Let me use the muzzle of a gun to teach you a lesson about your art of language.

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