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Chapter 427 What a huge smear! (First update!)

"Gather the information, I'm coming over now. I'll go to the White House after I get the information." As he spoke, Navarro's car turned at the Upper Theodore Roosevelt Bridge, not crossing the river, but driving along the highway towards the Pentagon.

A few minutes later, as the car turned into the intersection, he saw the CIA Special Operations Team leader standing by the roadside. Besides the team leader, there were several other team members. These people were fully armed, their eyes fixed on their surroundings, on guard against possible attacks.

After the physical evidence and on-site investigation records were handed over, Navarro did not leave immediately, but instead waved to the special operations team leader:

"Together!"

The squad leader nodded, gave a few instructions to the team members next to him, and then took two other people with him and got into the car together.

The steering wheel spun, and the vehicle climbed the George Mason Memorial Bridge from another intersection, speeding towards the White House.

At the White House, Barack Obama transformed into a desktop cleaning master, sweeping everything off his desk with a wave of his hands.

Even so, he still felt that he couldn't vent his anger.

He picked up the telephone from the ground and smashed it again, then shouted at the door, "Price!"

In the past, Price would rush over from the next office after he shouted this, but this time, no one responded.

Several minutes later, the other people from the intelligence office slowly ran over, stopped at the door, and hesitantly asked him:
"Mr. President, is there anything I can help you with?"

This question reignited Barack's anger, which he had barely managed to suppress. He kicked the books scattered at his feet, then turned and angrily berated the person at the door:

"Get the CIA and FBI agents over here right now!"

Knowing that the president was in a bad mood, the guards at the door did not dare to be negligent. They took the order, turned around, and were about to contact the people in various departments.

Just as he turned around, he saw Navarro appear at the bottom of the stairs carrying two bags, and the man quickly went over to him:

"Mr. Navarro, the President is looking for you!"

“I’m coming over now!” Navarro nodded, walked past the staff in front of him, appeared in front of Barack’s door, gently knocked with his right hand, and called out cautiously:

"Mr. President, I brought some materials from the scene with me!"

Ahead, Barak was going mad. Upon hearing this, he turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, and his dark face was tinged with a dark red from anger, making him look particularly terrifying.

Seeing his president like this, Navarro couldn't help but shudder and quickly held up the documents in his hand to his eyes:
"It's all here!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward with the documents in hand, and thoughtfully took out the on-site investigation records from them, placing them in front of Barack: "Mr. President, there are some things I'm not comfortable saying, and I think it's up to you to decide."

This statement, somewhat hesitant and uncertain, greatly displeased Barack. He glared fiercely at Navarro, turned to pick up the documents, and after flipping through two pages, turned back to glare at Navarro again:
"What's the meaning of this record?"

Navarro seemed to have anticipated Barack's question; he quickly stepped forward, took the documents, and then pointed to some key points, saying:
"According to our inquiries, the Ministry of National Defense notified the participants of the meeting at around 9 a.m., and the participants began to arrive around noon."

"The meeting didn't officially start until 2 p.m.

"The entire meeting lasted 3 hours and 24 minutes. According to the simulated speed, it would take 23 minutes and 14 seconds to get from the meeting room to the location of the attack."

"The people attending the meeting walked out of the building and to the location of the attack, a distance of 84.5 meters."

"This location is completely open, with no cover in front or behind."

“Even without any interference, a well-trained soldier would need about 7 seconds to run across these 84 meters.”

"The people who were attacked at the scene were logistics officers, not well-trained soldiers. It would take them much longer to run those 84 meters."

"At this distance, they would be natural targets if attacked."

"In addition, the attackers used drones!"

Upon hearing the word "drone," Barack froze, turning around in disbelief. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. However, his expression conveyed the meaning he wanted to express to Navarro.

Meeting Barack's gaze, Navarro nodded emphatically:

"It is the drone reported by the Central Theater Command, used to change the battlefield situation. However, we are not the only ones who have this kind of drone, so we cannot draw any conclusions for the time being."

"The relevant laboratories are already working on restoration."

"Based on the current information, this attack was premeditated and was planned and simulated many times before it finally turned out this way."

"this matter……"

"I don't know what to do!"

Hearing Navarro use that tone again, Barack abruptly looked up from the documents:
"Don't know what to do? You're the CIA director, do you need me to tell you what to do? If I told you, why wouldn't I be the CIA director?"

After sternly reprimanding Navarro, Barack lowered his head, hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head again: "Contact Brian and find out exactly what he wants to do!"

Upon hearing this, Navarro's vest was immediately soaked with sweat. He quickly pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I suggest you don't do that!"

"why?"

"Think about President Kennedy!"

"Kennedy was killed by idiots in your CIA!"

"General Brian might be a replica!" Navarro's words successfully extinguished Barack's anger. The black president clenched his fist and waved it for a long time before finally letting it fall with a long sigh.

After sighing, his mood worsened, and the documents in his hand became particularly obstructive. Without thinking, he casually tossed them aside and even stepped on them as he passed by.

Navarro ran over with a pained expression, picked up the documents, and muttered to himself.

The president doesn't need this information, but the CIA does. Subsequent files and investigation reports all require this information.

Now that it's lost, what are we going to do?
Is this made up?
Even though I myself am not human, I must keep good records so that future generations know how inhuman their predecessors were.

He put the documents away and looked at Barack again: "Mr. President, I suggest you call General Brian and ask him to investigate the origin of the drones on his own."

"This can be considered a disguised form of warning!"

Barack did not want to adopt this suggestion because it was a disguised sign of weakness to Brian and America's army.

The president's core power comes from the military; to show weakness to the military means that the president is unable to command the military.

What's the point of having such a terrible president?
But currently, besides this method, the group can't come up with a better one. Moreover, at this time, as president, he has to stand up and say something.

After a moment's hesitation, Barack picked up the phone on the table and dialed directly to America's Central Command, putting the call in Brian Langley's hands.

McDill Air Force Base, Tampa, Florida.

For Brian, today was just an ordinary day: an ordinary start, ordinary work, and an ordinary end to the workday.

So when the phone on the table rang, and he saw that the number was from the President's office, he answered it casually, greeting Barack across the table in a conversational tone:

"Good evening, Mr. President. Is there anything special planned for tonight?"

This gentle tone, however, was perceived as a provocation by Barack.

After Brian finished speaking, only heavy breathing could be heard on the other end of the phone. It seemed that the person on the other end was sick and had to exert a lot of effort to speak.

After a long while, Barack's voice finally came through the phone for the first time:
"General Brian, I would like to ask if you have any thoughts on the financial situation of the Central Theater Command?"

idea?

The idea is that you'd better be sensible and not cause trouble.

But he couldn't say it out loud. Taking a deep breath and organizing his thoughts, Brian carefully said:
"Mr. President, I wholeheartedly support your audit of the Central Theater Command's finances!"

"Everyone in the Central Theater Command is ready to welcome the audit team!"

After these few polite words, Brian pricked up his ears, ready to hear more polite words from Barack.

But to everyone's surprise, Barack didn't say a single polite word and hung up the phone immediately.

Listening to the beeping sound, Brian was a little confused. He began to think about where he had offended the president.

But after thinking it over, he realized that he hadn't been to Washington in a long time.

Perhaps it's because I haven't visited him in so long!

With these thoughts in mind, Brian hung up the phone and began to organize his work from the past few days, planning to find some time to meet with Barack and reconnect.

But before he could finish planning his time, his phone rang.

Upon checking the number, it was discovered to be a private call from Hilde, the commander of the European theater.

After seeing who was calling, Brian wasn't really keen on answering the phone.

On the public front, the major theater commands are colleagues, but in reality, the commanders of the major theater commands are enemies in a certain sense.

After all, everyone is thinking about climbing the ladder, and it's impossible for anyone to climb alone; everyone has brothers and connections.

However, Hilde and he were not close enough to be able to make private phone calls to each other.

He didn't want to answer, but then he suddenly remembered Barack's strange phone call, so he answered it anyway.

As soon as the call connected, Hilton's cheerful voice came through the phone:

"Brian, as expected of the commander of the Central Theater Command, you are decisive in your actions!"

"But I'd like to ask, have you figured out how to deal with our president's potential counterattack?"

Two sentences left Brian completely dumbfounded.

What does it mean to be decisive in doing things?
What does it mean to prepare for the president's next counterattack?

What did you do?
Who will the president retaliate against?

It's not election season now, so who is he going to retaliate against?
Also, is there something that happened that you don't know about?
After hesitating for a moment, he cautiously asked Hidel on the other end of the phone:
"Um...did something happen?"

These words, like a pair of pliers, clamped down on Hidel in an instant, causing him to gag and let out heavy breathing.

The breathing sounds lasted for about 10 seconds, then a scream came from the other side:
"Brian, don't tell me you didn't know about that!"

"What is it?" Brian asked humbly, but instead of an answer, he was met with an even sharper scream:
"Please don't tell me you don't know what's going on at the Pentagon!"

"Where's your deputy commander? Where's your intelligence officer? Didn't they tell you?"

After asking several questions in a row, Hilder paused for a few seconds. Not receiving a reply from Brian, he once again erupted in a sharp voice:
"Please don't joke with me like that!"

Listening to Hilde screaming, Brian felt inexplicably irritated, as if he had missed something important.

In his frustration, he simply roared:

What exactly happened at the Pentagon?!

After that roar, Hilde fell silent again on the phone. After about 30 seconds, Hilde asked hesitantly:
"You mean, no one in the entire Central Theater Command told you what was happening at the Pentagon?"

"no!"

"About 40 minutes ago, President Barack's financial advisor Randall, intelligence advisor Price, and more than a dozen logistics officials from various military departments were attacked by a drone bomb as they were leaving the Ministry of Defense. Drones are currently only equipped by your Central Theater Command in the country, and you are the only ones who are most proficient in using them. You say you didn't know?"

"Your entire Central Theater Command, a regiment-wide organization, didn't anyone tell you?"

These words struck Brian like a bolt from the blue, shattering him from head to toe. He gripped the phone, repeatedly repeating Hilde's last words.

Didn't anyone tell you?
As he repeated the phrase, his body moved backward uncontrollably until he reached the wall, where his back slammed against it before finally stopping.

Leaning against the wall, Brian seemed to regain his strength. He stopped repeating that sentence, and his eyes gradually cleared from confusion.

He knew perfectly well that he hadn't done it!
However, they had previously discussed getting rid of the audit team!

Now that the audit team has been attacked outside the Pentagon and all of them have died, such a major event, and no one from the Central Theater Command has told me about it, there are only two possibilities.

The first possibility is that someone in the Central Theater Command bypassed him and gave orders to others to eliminate them, and that person wanted him to take the blame.

The second possibility is that people in Washington directly blocked everyone in the Central Theater Command!

(End of this chapter)