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Chapter 406 Finding Something for the President to Do! (First Update!)

McDill Air Force Base, Tampa, Florida.

Brian Langley was practicing his golf game in an open area of ​​the airport, carrying a golf club.

About 100 meters ahead of him were new recruits at the air force base, being tortured by their instructors.

He turned around, facing the recruit who was being tortured, raised his thumb, estimated the distance between them, and then swung his golf club hard, hitting the golf ball on the ground straight at the recruit in the distance.

The golf ball landed squarely between the recruit and the instructor, immediately drawing their attention. The instructor didn't react much, just rolled his eyes once before continuing to look at the recruit in front of him.

The new recruits in the team were very curious about the golf ball. Their eyes followed the golf ball unconsciously, and slowly stopped as the golf ball bent the grass.

As soon as the distraction stopped, they quickly looked back, but their movements were so exaggerated that the instructors in front of them saw everything clearly.

The instructor, who was 1.8 meters tall and looked like a bear, smiled at the new recruits. Then his smile turned sour, revealing his big white teeth and blood-red gums.

It made his smile look particularly eerie.

Upon seeing the instructor's smile, a bad premonition flashed through the minds of the new recruits. Before they could even speak, they heard the instructor roar:
"You're training! What business is it of yours what you do with these golf balls!"

"Everyone turn right. See those sandbags ahead?"

"One for each of you, and move them to the shooting range on the far right of the base!"

As soon as the instructor gave the order, the recruits screamed in agony. They had filled the sandbags themselves to use as cover.

It's not heavy; one bag weighs only 40-50 kilograms.

Their current location is in the mid-western part of the base, while the beach shooting range mentioned by the instructors is in the southeast corner of the base, and getting to the shooting range requires crossing the entire base.

Since you can't take a straight route, you have to go around.

The entire route is over eight kilometers long!
To death!

Seeing that they didn't move, the instructor chuckled, leaned forward, and after a short run-up, jumped up and delivered a flying kick, sending the foremost soldier flying: "Run!"

Seeing their teammate being kicked away, the other recruits didn't dare to fight back. They rushed to the sandbags on the side, quickly picked the smallest one, carried it on their shoulders, and turned to run towards the shooting range on the southeast beach.

The mastermind behind all this, Brian Langley, after watching the soldiers leave, leisurely approached the golf ball, raised the club high, and then swung it down sharply.

With a snap, the golf ball disappeared.

"Hole-in-one!"

With a loud shout, Brian slung his golf club over his shoulder and turned to walk toward the base's core administration building.

They had only gone halfway when Vice Commander Edwin Connery rushed over. Edwin Connery was a naval officer, but he hadn't been to the front lines for many years and had begun to gain weight, starting to develop into a round shape.

Brian looked at his partner with a worried expression, afraid that if the other person wasn't careful, he would slip and fall flat on his face.

Approaching Brian, Edwin, hands on his knees, panted and said:

"We have just received news that our president has ordered his intelligence and financial advisors to investigate how our Central Theater Command used funds during its intervention in Syria."

"Hiss!" Brian gasped, and the smile that had just appeared on his face from playing golf now looked worried.

After a moment, he frowned and asked, "Where did you get this information from?"

By this time, Edwin had finally calmed down, but he still didn't raise his head. Instead, he continued to rest his hands on his knees and answered softly, "That financial advisor transferred it to me through some channels!"

As the voices rang out, Brian's gaze fell on Edwin. He knew that his partner had some connections, but he never expected that this man would be able to hook up with the president's financial advisor.

This guy's got some skills!

Since the other party contacted him, it means that the financial advisor did not want to check the accounts, or that the financial advisor already had a solution.

He planted the golf club on the ground and calmly looked at Edwin:
"What did our financial advisor say?"

We're all seasoned foxes, so there's no need for us to play these ghost stories. Edwin straightened up. "He said they'd hire an auditing team, and then we'd provide an airplane and a pilot."

There's no need to spell everything out; just hint at it.

Brian nodded, hoisted the golf club onto his shoulder, and said, "Let's go, let's talk in my office!"

Back in his office, Brian didn't rush to chat with Edwin. Instead, he used his privileges to contact the commanders of several other American war zones.

Immediately afterwards, their own conference call was launched.

Once everyone was in position, Brian dropped a bombshell:
"Just now, we received news that our president feels our actions in Syria are not worthwhile."

"You want to check our accounts!"

"Everyone, do you know what this means?"

After that sentence, only the static of the telephone receiver remained.

Böblingen district, Stuttgart, Germany, Europe.

America's European Command.

It is also the Supreme Allied Command of NATO.

Hildegard Cavoli sat in front of the telephone, staring blankly ahead, with only one sentence in his mind.

Everyone, do you know what this means?

After a long while, Hilde, who had been sitting upright, suddenly bent over, exhaling a breath of suffocating air, along with a word of complaint that came out casually:
"Everyone knows that the military's accounts are not clean. If we investigate the Central Theater Command, we will inevitably find problems."

"At that time, our president will have a reason to intervene in other war zones and audit the accounts of the entire military."

"Everyone, this is not a good sign!"

"And, my dear General Brian, I'd like to know where you got this information from!"

There was another moment of silence on the phone, then Brian's voice broke through the silence:

"The financial advisor to our president!"

"Judging from his choice, there are two possibilities."

"The first possibility is that he knew we might kill him if we audited the accounts, so he chose to leak this information to us so we could prepare in advance."

"The second possibility is that the president instructed him to do so. He knew the consequences of auditing the accounts, so he chose to have this financial advisor leak the information to us at the same time as issuing the order, so that we would cooperate in the charade!"

“Regardless of the possibility, our president will be auditing the accounts; it’s a tedious job.” Hilde took over the question, tapping her right fingers twice on the table, and continued:
“We can’t possibly cover everything. Everyone knows each other’s accounts. If even a little bit of what’s in them is exposed, it’s enough to kill us a thousand times over.”

"Everyone, I don't want to gamble!"

After he finished speaking, the telephone seemed to sense his feelings and emitted a series of static sounds.

Amid the hum of the electrical circuits, the commanders of the other war zones spoke one after another:
"I don't want to either!"

“Let’s kill the team that our president sent! If we kill them, he’ll know how to advance and retreat!” “It’s a bit risky. Our president has a high level of popularity among the people. He should be the one in the next election. If he uses the first term as a stepping stone, he will have enough cards to play in the second term.”

"Then what do you suggest we do? Kill him?"

“There’s no need. This president has relaxed a lot of restrictions, and these relaxations are good for us. If we kill him, what if a lunatic comes in instead?”

"Then what do you think we should do?"

"Kill his audit team, then give our president something to do!"

"911?"

"It's not easy to do things domestically!"

"What about overseas?"

“When it’s being done abroad, we can’t mobilize America’s people. When hundreds of people died in the Middle East war zone before, did our president say anything? He didn’t say anything, he just mobilized the army and told them to be on high alert.”

"That's right, if we really cause a big problem, our president won't take the bait!"

"So we still have to do 9/11! But who will do it?"

"Al-Qaeda, huh?"

"Will those Al-Qaeda members listen to us? Definitely not!"

"Isn't there an al-Qaeda branch in Syria, I think it's called ISI? I've heard that organization is quite active."

"Indeed, European gangs are now buying children and women from ISI. The sales volume is quite large. I don't know where so many people come from."

"So it's them?"

"It's just them!"

"What happens next? If these people are allowed to launch a terrorist attack, who should be the target in the end?"

"Hmm... Afghanistan? Anyway, we're not so bothered by the many lice. Afghanistan is the origin of al-Qaeda, so it makes sense that the ISI is standing up for al-Qaeda."

"But we can't shift the focus!"

"Then how about Syria?"

"It is because of Syria that the President is thinking of auditing the accounts. Syria is not an option, and Russia is there, so we cannot expand our gains."

"Türkiye?"

"Are you an idiot? That's an ally!"

"Iran is definitely out of the question, so the only country we can mess with is... well... what do you think of Libya? They produce oil there, and their president, Gaddafi, is always talking on the international stage. Bullshit, I think he has a real talent for being a mastermind!"

"Let's stick with him for now!"

"Shall we begin preparations now?"

"No rush. Let's see what our president wants to do. If he insists on checking this account, then we'll proceed slowly."

"Okay, everyone be careful during this period, don't let the news leak out, and clean up your own messes, don't make any silly mistakes."

After the discussion ended, the conference call was disconnected, leaving only the dial tone echoing in Hilde's ears.

Libya falls under the jurisdiction of the African Theater. Before the formal establishment of the African Theater, it was under the jurisdiction of the European Theater, but now there is an African Theater.

If war breaks out, command of the battlefield will definitely fall into the hands of the African theater, and I, as the commander of the European theater, can only assist from the sidelines. In that case, I will definitely get less.

We need to make some preparations to avoid this situation from happening.

After sitting in his chair and thinking for a moment, Hilde suddenly remembered his other identity—the Supreme Allied Commander of NATO!
If we're going to take action in Libya, the NATO coalition forces will definitely have to go out, so as the commander, I should naturally go out as well.

With that in mind, Hilde happily went about her work.

Their president may seem easy to bully, but he's actually a tough nut to crack. If the audit team he sent out was killed, he'll definitely continue to investigate.

At that point, we'll have no choice but to follow the plan we just discussed.

I heard that the Libyan president has hidden hundreds of tons of gold, but he doesn't want much for himself, just two or three tons.

With gold in mind, Hilde found that her work suddenly seemed much more appealing.

As the workday was drawing to a close, only one document remained in front of me: intelligence sent back by an intelligence agent planted within the European Union.

The satellite navigation equipment procured by the European External Action Service in China has been installed and is being shipped from China to Europe!

After staring at the intelligence report for a while, a thought flashed through Hilde's mind.

That means acquiring this batch of equipment, then handing it over to the ISI, and then finding a suitable opportunity to leak the information.

At that time, Libya, ISI, Europe, and that so-called Xiaomi Heavy Industry will be involved.

They'll all be dragged down with them!

The idea is good, but we need to think about it carefully!

Having made up her mind, Hilde began to think about how she could get that batch of equipment from the EU.

After all, those are goods worth tens of millions!
He was scheming against someone, and the person he was scheming against, Federico, the head of the European External Action Service, was sneezing incessantly.

His intuition told him that someone was plotting against him, but he didn't know which person was behind it.

Left with no other choice, he could only vent his frustration on his subordinates:
"What are you thinking? You think that once someone sends the goods to customs, they're considered successfully delivered without any inspection?"

"What on earth are you thinking?"

"That's a whopping $2500 million! And because of the agreement you signed, that $2500 million is gone!"

"Tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?"

The questions grew louder and louder, and Federico's subordinates all lowered their heads, none of them responding to his words.

After venting for a while, Federico realized he was the only one putting on a show, so he gave up, went back to his office, wrote a report according to his own ideas, and submitted it to the Council of the European Union and the European Commission.

[Your Excellency Chairman, Your Excellency President, as the Director General of the European External Action Service, I feel it is very necessary for me to write this report.]

After reading a lot of data over this period of time, I discovered a very frightening fact: we are losing our own independence.

The purpose of forming the European Union is to enable people from different countries to enjoy the benefits of a unified nation.

But now, we are slowly losing our independence. Our resources depend on Russia, our markets depend on East Asia, and our military depends on America.

If problems arise in these three places, it will be a disaster for us, a catastrophe that will destroy the world...

(End of this chapter)