My own war game

Chapter 386 Mission Failed
Boom, boom, boom! ! !

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! !
The people in the truck were banging on the door with all their might. From the rapid sounds, one could tell how panicked the guys inside were. Through the airtight steel plate, one could vaguely hear the hysterical roars in the car.

He Chi turned a deaf ear to him and just crossed his arms and watched the other person's performance.

Fear, questioning, angry roars, with the sound of banging on the door again and again, Shiro Ishii continued to vent his emotions.

He didn't understand why he was abandoned so easily and in such a way.

Boom!
Boom!Boom!
The voices began to get smaller, the slang and curse words gradually disappeared, and the people inside stopped threatening and started begging for mercy, negotiating terms, and trying every means to save their lives.

When he was sure that the other party had no intention of letting him go, the person inside began to curse again, using his hometown dialect. The distorted voice revealed waves of despair, just like the last struggle of a dying person in one horrifying experiment after another many years ago.

"None of you can escape! Americans! Soviets! Chinese! The fruits I leave behind will kill you all!"

"In the end, only the Empire will survive! Black card, half a year!!"

Bang! The door of the cab was closed, and the hysterical howling was isolated outside. He Chi, wearing protective clothing, took control of the steering wheel.

Bacteria and viruses will not kill the people inside in a short period of time. This car is a dangerous thing and he has to find a place to dispose of it.

He Chi drove the truck alone through one intersection after another, and finally drove into an inconspicuous valley. He Chi stopped the car and jumped out.

Listening from the side, Ishii Shiro's scolding had become weak, and seemed to be interspersed with bouts of coughing.

He Chi leaned on a rock beside him, pretending to be a deaf ear, and walked alone to a cave that had been prepared in advance.

Even the fastest form of cholera would take days to kill, so he couldn't wait here forever, but he still had things to do before destroying everything completely.

He Chi took out a backpack and dumped out everything inside, including canned beef, a few apples he had taken from the cafeteria, and a few pieces of cake.

At the very end was a book - a record of Shiro Ishii's experimental results, on which were written the names and ages of the victims.

"The collection of biological weapons data has been completed!" The system's cold voice was devoid of any emotion.

He Chi found a flat stone platform and placed the manual and food on it, then lit a cigarette and placed it next to it. When he saw the ages of the last few names, he took out some candies from his pocket and placed them on top.

It started snowing outside. The Oriental man tightened his clothes. The wind howled around the truck.

Two days later, the cursing disappeared from the truck and was replaced by groans.

"Cold... so cold... cold..."

The truck is specially equipped with enhanced sealing, and the temperature inside is not low.

Typhus, cholera, and every fatal disease broke out in the same body.

Looking down at his watch, He Chi lit his last cigarette, then picked up the gasoline barrel beside him and filled the entire truck.

Whoosh!!! The cigarette butt with sparks ignited the gasoline, and the whole truck turned into a huge torch.

He Chi took the booklet in his hand, took one last look at it, and then threw it into the fire.

"Players please note! Loss of key information will directly lead to mission failure!"

"Players please note! Loss of key information will directly lead to mission failure!"

The system's voice kept ringing nearby, but He Chi turned a deaf ear to it. The fire burned even more fiercely.

The gray smoke swirled around the truck and slowly rose, eventually disappearing in the warm winter sun.
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December 12, Washington Post editorial office.

Editor-in-chief John Charles' heart skipped a beat when he received the telegram from Peninsula - that April had really caused big trouble this time.

After the war, the U.S. Navy took in Japanese biological weapons developers and planned to use them on the battlefield on the peninsula. It is no exaggeration to say that the power of this news is no less than that of detonating an atomic bomb.

The blame was too big for him to bear alone, so John Charles immediately chose to report to the editor-in-chief and the board of directors.

What he didn't expect was that the editor-in-chief received the news earlier than him.

"Charles, I understand why you're here. I think this matter is troublesome, but it's also an opportunity." The editor-in-chief set the tone for today's conversation right from the start.

"Yes, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, I think so too." John Charles quickly adjusted his tone, which was originally intended to shift the blame.

"Take a look at this manuscript first." The editor-in-chief pulled out a text that had just been typed.

Charles took the manuscript and read it in public

"In this era filled with all kinds of "dangerous ideas", we have to focus our attention on some people who once seemed to be "highly respected" but actually harbored evil intentions. A senior government official is one of them.

He was once highly praised on the so-called "diplomatic stage" and "military field", but upon closer examination, his actions are completely contrary to the core interests of the United States.

The "European Plan" he promoted was ostensibly to aid Europe and rebuild the ruins of the war, but in reality it was opening the door for the infiltration of redism. He attempted to use the money of American taxpayers to nourish those crumbling countries on the European continent that might fall to the red camp at any time.

"Recently, our army was once again exposed to a ridiculous scandal - for petty profits after the war, it took in Japan's notorious biological weapons expert, a murderous executioner!"

"What's interesting is that this senior official was in Japan at the time and his whereabouts were mysterious, which makes us wonder if this was another poor choice on his part..."

"This...this...hiss...the idea seems very strange..." After reading it repeatedly, John Charles finally expressed his opinion.

This article is also a revelation, and also describes the story of the US Navy accepting Japanese biological weapons experts, but the author's writing is brilliant and he cleverly redirected the entire spearhead from the entire US government to a certain member of the Republican Party.

The article claimed that there were "corrupt elements," "traitors," and "spies" within the Democratic Party who did such horrific things for their own selfish interests - in order to please the Soviets.

Although this person's identity is not mentioned directly, the author uses textual guidance to allow readers to clearly associate him with one person - Secretary of State Marshall.

"Sir, I seem to have seen the argument of this article somewhere..." John Charles said, rubbing his temple hard.

Of course you are familiar with it.

This tone is exactly the same as the one used by Senator McCarthy in Congress a few days ago. This man has been using Marshall as a breakthrough point for half a year.

"But, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, this article does not contain any direct evidence..." John Charles still expressed his concerns.

"No! No! No! My dear John, whether there is evidence or not is not the point, or the public does not need evidence."

The editor-in-chief spread his hands and said, "Truman and MacArthur need a scapegoat, the people need a target to vent their emotions, and we need an excuse to fire at the Democrats."

"It can only be said that God chose us to have this article at such an opportune time."

(End of this chapter)