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Chapter 428 Gaddafi's doing! (Second update!)
After listing the two possibilities in his mind, Brian quickly shifted his focus back to the Central Theater Command. The second possibility existed, but it was not feasible.

The reason is that America's internal secrecy is a complete mess, and its internal unity is an even bigger mess.

Refocusing his attention on the first possibility, Brian almost without hesitation took out his phone and called Deputy Commander Edwin, followed by the Director of Intelligence.

He made two phone calls, and in less than 20 minutes, the two people appeared in front of him.

Seeing the sweat on their foreheads, Brian didn't try to probe, but instead asked directly, "How much do you know about the assassination of intelligence advisor Price, financial advisor Randall, and officials from various military logistics departments outside the Pentagon?"

“Or rather…” Brian’s scrutinizing gaze fell on Edwin: “Edwin, did you do this?”

Brian's question made the two sweating men in front of him slowly raise their heads, and at that moment Brian noticed that their eyes looked a little strange.

The look in his eyes wasn't one of feigned composure after his plan was exposed, nor the arrogance of someone whose plan had succeeded; rather, it was a faint hint of doubt and confusion.

Just then, Edwin narrowed his eyes and asked hesitantly:
"General Brian, wasn't this your arrangement?"

"What bullshit is this setup of mine?" Brian retorted, but the next second, he grabbed something from the table and threw it at Edwin.

"You damned pig, you think it was my arrangement that someone told you to block information, so I couldn't get firsthand information, lost the initiative, and ultimately got kicked out of the position of commander of America's Central Theater Command, right?"

After a barrage of questions, a look of panic finally appeared on Edwin's face—the panic of his plan being exposed.

Seeing the panic, Brian slowly raised his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He then threw the phone he was holding at Edwin.

"Edwin, you're incredibly stupid!"

“They will never let you sit in the position of commander of the Central Theater Command. You will say that there are several other theater commands besides the commander of the Central Theater Command.”

"Have you ever thought that over the years, your name has become inextricably linked to mine, and in the eyes of others, you are synonymous with me?"

Do you think they would allow such a trusted confidant as you to become the theater commander?

"idiot!"

After uttering these words, Brian grabbed a book from the table and smashed it over Edwin's head again.

The 4-centimeter-thick book hit Edwin squarely on the head, making him stagger. Edwin swayed but didn't fall. Instead, he slowly straightened up and continued in the same position.

Seeing his reaction, Brian didn't bother with him anymore. He strode over to the intelligence chief, smiled at him, and then grinned as he began to give orders:
"I don't care who made promises to you behind your back. I'm giving you a task now, and your only choice is to do as I say!"

"The first task is to send people to the Middle East to investigate the whereabouts of all the drones. Even if the drones are broken, they must take pictures of them and find the fragments."

"My second task is to send someone to Libya to fabricate a plan. The main content of the plan is that Gaddafi will send people into America to carry out terrorist attacks. I need not only the plan, but also a complete chain of evidence!"

"My third task is to find the person behind Edwin!"

"Get it done now, immediately!"

As Brian finished speaking, he grinned at the intelligence director in front of him, revealing his white teeth. His office was air-conditioned and cool, without direct sunlight, but after Brian showed his teeth, the intelligence director felt that the room was cold and gloomy, more like a tomb.

He shivered and nodded vigorously: "General Brian, please rest assured, I will take care of it right away!"

After leaving those words, the intelligence director fled the office as if his life depended on it, and went to complete his work as Brian had instructed.

After the intelligence director left, Brian closed the door, crossed his arms, walked up to Edwin, circled him twice, scrutinized him from head to toe, and asked:
"How can there be such a stupid person as you in this world?"

"Even if they were to offer you the commander's position, have you considered that if you can betray me now, might you betray them later?"

Would they dare let you be their teammate?

"idiot!"

After cursing again, Brian picked up the shattered phone from the ground, put it back together, and tried to press the power button.

The phone has been successfully powered on!
He returned to his leather chair and naturally gave Edwin his orders:

"I don't want to know what arrangements you've made, but I hereby order that all of them be cancelled!"

"Remember, all of them!"

"Finally, I don't care what methods you use, all I want to hear is one result: that this whole thing was orchestrated by Libyan President Gaddafi, and that he ordered this terrorist attack!"

"If you understand, then get out!"

Standing by the door, Edwin gritted his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly, before finally opening the door and leaving without saying a word.

Sitting in his chair, Brian scrolled through his phone and found several unsaved numbers. He tapped one and dialed it.

"Congressman Unger, I need the news media to divert public opinion!"

“Representative Barbos, I need your help. I’m not stupid; I wouldn’t do something like killing someone in front of the Pentagon. If I could do that, why wouldn’t I just kill the president? You understand!”

“Mr. Hamilton, I need your help to contact the people behind the President and have a talk with them…”

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"Why don't you call that little Sadr and double-check if the people who took the drone and the explosives from them were ISI? I have a feeling the Americans were behind it all, orchestrating this whole thing."

Zhu Jingyao held a document in his hand, leaning back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Lin Yi, his dark eyes filled with distrust.

Feeling uncomfortable under his suspicious gaze, Lin Yi, sitting on the opposite sofa, put down the documents in his hand.
"I believe Sadr's judgment. They also lost many people in this incident, including some high-ranking officials who had worked with his father."

"It was the ISI that took the supplies, but the people behind the scenes who supported the ISI in taking the supplies should be the Americans, otherwise there is no way to explain all this."

"Of course, it's also possible that they're setting this up."

After hearing his explanation, Zhu Jingyao put down the intelligence report with a look of annoyance, gently pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand, and began to think about where the problem was.

Seeing that he was feeling unwell, Lin Yi handed him the documents again and began reading them from beginning to end, preparing to analyze the ins and outs of the incident. [At 5:51 PM local time on August 23, a terrorist attack occurred in the southwest corner parking lot of the Pentagon in America. The attack resulted in 21 deaths and 34 injuries.]

The attackers used three drones, launching the attack in two separate phases.

The first attack deployed two drones, which exploded a few seconds apart, killing or injuring personnel exiting the Pentagon.

Seven minutes later, as Pentagon rescue personnel arrived to treat those killed and wounded, a second drone attack struck, causing heavy losses to the rescue team.

There are two main viewpoints regarding this incident in America.

[My first opinion is that the mastermind behind this attack was Brian Langley, commander of the America Central Command, because only the America Central Command deployed a large number of small drones.]

[The second viewpoint is that the mastermind behind this attack was Libyan President Gaddafi, who planned it in retaliation for America's activities in Africa. Previously, the two sides had clashed over America's large-scale activities in Africa...]

In just over 10 minutes, Lin Yi had read through the intelligence report from beginning to end.

This time, I didn't figure anything out, but the lines in my mind felt even more tangled.

Based on intelligence analysis, it is possible that either Gaddafi or Brian could remotely control the ISI, ordering them to acquire a batch of weapons and then launch an attack on America.

Overall, Bryan is more likely, because this attack would have required traveling thousands of miles and reaching the vicinity of the Pentagon.

While drones made the attack easier, there were still uncertainties along the way. Gaddafi couldn't control these uncertainties; only Brian could.

Tossing the intelligence aside, Lin Yi rubbed his slightly throbbing temples a few times and asked Zhu Jingyao, "How long are you planning to stay here, sir?"

"I'll stay as long as Lao Tan stays. I'm mainly here to keep him company!" Zhu Jingyao replied, then naturally stood up, put away the intelligence documents, placed them in a brown paper bag, and thoughtfully sealed it.

"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the international situation has changed quite a bit in the last two years, it's just..."

Zhu Jingyao stopped what he was doing, gestured with his hands for a long time, then lowered them weakly and sighed:
"It feels like all the people who used their brains have disappeared. Now, the people in charge are all a bunch of hotheads who just mess things up all day long."

"There's no game theory, no exchange of benefits, none of that nonsense."

"All they know is eating, eating, eating!"

"They will not let go of any benefit they see, and will try every means to take it, even if it will kill them."

"Feeling...feeling..."

"It feels like a makeshift operation, right?" Lin Yi added with a smile, using the words that Zhu Jingyao had been unable to describe.

Zhu Jingyao had naturally heard the term "makeshift team" before. After going over its meaning in his mind twice, he naturally gave Lin Yi a thumbs up: "You're right, the world right now feels like a makeshift team!"

Why do you think this is happening?

Lin Yi lay on the sofa, twisted his neck a couple of times, and casually replied, "Because someone is deliberately creating this precious asset of idiots!"

"Or rather, some people are deliberately keeping the people ignorant in order to seize profits."

"Can you believe it? Many American people can't even find their country on a world map because their education doesn't include any geography or history."

"Many new-generation government officials are actually like this. Of course, a large part of them are just pretending to be deaf and dumb, ultimately just to make money."

As Lin Yi explained, Zhu Jingyao's mouth grew wider and wider. Only when Lin Yi stopped talking did he finally ask, "Are you kidding me?"

After asking the question, before Lin Yi could speak, he slapped his leg again:

"If that's the case, then it explains why I feel some people are getting dumber and dumber, lacking even the most basic thinking ability."

"The General Armament Department is still too out of touch with the news. If it weren't for the fact that your drones were involved in this incident, I probably wouldn't have seen any relevant information."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have taken the equipment mission in the first place. I should have gone to the General Staff!"

Zhu Jingyao regretted it so much that he kept slapping his thigh. As he slapped, he suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Yi: "You just said that someone was planning all of this behind the scenes."

"who is it?"

"Jewish tycoons and Israelis!"

"Huh? Aren't those people peace-loving? No, I remember America took in a lot of Jews back then, how come they repaid kindness with enmity?" As he finished speaking, Zhu Jingyao slapped his thigh hard.

"No, once this aircraft carrier is finished, I'll apply to be transferred to the General Staff Department. There's a lot of intelligence there, and it's more interesting than staying in the General Armaments Department!"

After muttering to himself, he turned to look at Lin Yi: "Have your workers work overtime to finish the parts as soon as possible so we can finish the ship sooner. Then I'll approve the final payment for the project, and I'll apply for a transfer to the General Staff Headquarters to take a look around!"

"Now that you mention it, I suddenly realize that the General Armaments Department is boring; the General Staff Department, which gets the intelligence, is much more interesting!"

After listening, Lin Yi ruthlessly shattered his illusions: "The higher-ups won't let you go, so stop dreaming!"

With his fantasy shattered, Zhu Jingyao gave him a look that said, "You're too young to understand," and then shook his head as he walked out: "You smart people are so boring. What you love most is to shatter other people's fantasies and then argue with them."

Do you know what dreaming is?

Do you know what a daydream is?

"This is!"

"I'm going to the workshop. You need to adjust the schedule as soon as possible, we'll need it later."

As they were talking, Zhu Jingyao left the office.

In the office, Lin Yi didn't rush to organize the progress plan. Instead, he unpacked the documents that Zhu Jingyao had just sealed, took out the intelligence documents he had read not long ago, sat down on the sofa, and quietly began to read them.

After looking at it for about 10 minutes, he put down the intelligence report, picked up his phone from his desk, found Little Sadr, and sent him a message:
[America may take action against Libya next!]

(End of this chapter)