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Chapter 160 Turmoil
The White House, inside the Oval Office.

The air is oppressive.

The King of Understanding sat behind a huge desk with an expressionless face and cold eyes.

Occasionally he tapped the table with his knuckles, the rhythm messy and rapid.

Opposite him, a subordinate secretary in a suit picked up a thick document and reported:

"Mr. Boss, this is the financial report on the Colorado Desert operation."

The King nodded, his eyes swept across the document, his voice cold and ruthless:

"read."

The Secretary-General took a deep breath and began to report point by point:

“The financial cost of this Colorado Desert Operation is as follows.

"In order to evacuate the 5 people in Palm Springs, the resettlement costs and subsidies will total $ million."

The King of Understanding had no expression on his face.

The Secretary-General continued to report:
"The loss of ninety B-21 bombers, each costing $450 million, totals $ billion."

Hearing this number, King Dong frowned unconsciously.

However, he remained silent and motioned for the Secretary-General to continue.

"One hundred and forty-five hypersonic missiles were consumed, each costing fifty million dollars, for a total of seven billion two hundred million dollars.

"The cost of manufacturing the high-frequency electromagnetic field for the plasma shield is $20 billion."

The Secretary General didn't even dare to look up to understand Wang's expression.

Such staggering financial expenditure even made him feel a little uneasy.

The King’s expression turned gloomy.

The Secretary-General continued:

"In addition, we also used a megaton hydrogen bomb in this operation, which cost $200 billion to build, maintain, and launch."

Hearing this number, the King's expression stiffened slightly and his eyes gradually turned cold.

The Secretary General paused for a moment, and his voice became even deeper:

"In addition, the cost of other personnel and satellite mobilization is about $10 billion."

Finally, the Secretary-General slowly closed the document and added in a low voice:
"To sum up, the total cost of this Colorado Desert Operation is 757 billion US dollars."

There was silence.

The King of Understanding took a deep breath and lowered his eyes, as if he was digesting this shocking number.

"$757 million..."

The King of Understanding muttered to himself, his eyes filled with incredible astonishment.

The U.S. military expenditure is only $8860 billion a year.

This amount accounts for almost one-twelfth of the US military expenditure!

And one operation cost such a huge amount of money, which is a considerable burden on the US finances.

King Dong suppressed his anger and asked coldly:

"Is that extraordinary creature definitely dead?"

The Secretary-General nodded solemnly and responded:
"The Pentagon's expert group conducted a detailed assessment. They confirmed that no living creature could survive a hydrogen bomb explosion like that."

Hearing this, the King's expression eased a little.

He slowly leaned back in his chair, a hint of relaxation in his eyes.

If we can really succeed in destroying that extraordinary creature, then even if we pay such a price, it will be worth it.

After a moment of silence, the King slowly stood up and walked towards the large window.

Outside the window, the sky was still bright, and the White House lawn in the distance was green, as if everything was under his control.

"The monster is dead."

The King of Understanding said softly, holding his head high and chest puffed out, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"From now on, America will no longer be threatened. The next era to come is America's!"

The King's declaration echoed in the spacious office, and the atmosphere instantly condensed into a special aura.

The assistants lowered their heads and dared not speak.

...Rikers Island Prison is like a fortress with iron walls and bronze walls.

There is a small lawn in the prisoner activity area. The green grass looks particularly strange between the high walls and barbed wire.

A bald man in an orange prison uniform sat quietly on the lawn.

He stood with his back straight and held a thick book in his hands. The title of the book was "The Art of Governing a Country".

The bald man lowered his head slightly, his slightly pale face showing a focused expression, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The prisoners around him carefully avoided him, with awe and fear in their eyes, and did not dare to get close to him.

His name is Saburo Iwai, a once-famous detective.

In the prison with clear class divisions, Saburo Iwai is undoubtedly at the top of the food chain.

Even though he was imprisoned here, he was different from the other prisoners.

He still has value to the United States, and the prison gives him preferential treatment in terms of food and living.

Certain privileges he possessed instilled awe in other prisoners, and even the prison guards were afraid to talk to him easily.

Just as Saburo Iwai was concentrating on the contents of the book, there was a commotion in the distance.

The prisoners made way.

A white man in a suit and tie with a stolid expression walked onto the prison lawn, followed by several prison guards and the warden, who were respectful and polite.

This man is none other than Burns, the Director of the Intelligence Agency, a man of immense power and ruthlessness.

He is the intelligence chief who holds the power of life and death, and controls all the shady conspiracies and secrets in the United States.

Burns walked up to Saburo Iwai and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Iwai Saburo."

Burns' voice was low and cold, with an unquestionable authority:

"I have some news that I think you might be interested in."

Iwai Saburo raised his head slightly, his eyes calm as water, and glanced at Burns lightly, but he did not speak, but continued to read the book.

It seemed as if they had completely ignored the existence of this US intelligence chief.

Burns' smile deepened. He moved a little closer and said in a low voice:

"The extraordinary creature is dead. Died under a million-ton nuclear weapon."

Burns' eyes were as sharp as a knife, trying to catch a trace of hesitation on Saburo Iwai's face.

However, Iwai Saburo remained silent.

His fingers didn't even pause as he turned the pages of the book, and his eyes remained focused.

It was as if Burns' words just now were just a gust of wind passing by his ears, meaningless.

Burns' eyes flashed with anger. He smiled coldly and said sarcastically:

"It's really strange that you are in prison now, but you are still interested in this kind of book "State Governance"? Are you still dreaming that you can run for the Minister of General Affairs of the island country in the future?"

The corners of Iwai Saburo's mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

He finally put down the book in his hand and looked up at Burns.

There was a deep mockery and contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ignorant fool.

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice."

The bald detective whispered, his words carrying a hint of sarcasm and unfathomable meaning.

There was a cold confidence in Saburo Iwai's eyes.

His great master possessed extraordinary power beyond all others and would never be killed by a mere nuclear explosion.

Iwai Saburo gave a disdainful smile and looked down at the "Art of Governing a Country" in his hand.

As if Burns is nothing more than an ignorant clown, not worth wasting too much words on.

He must seize the time to enrich himself and improve himself.

One day in the future, the master will return and become the master of the world.

He must strive to become a valuable servant to his master and follow in his footsteps.

A light breeze blew across the lawn, and Saburo Iwai's figure looked like a motionless statue.

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(End of this chapter)