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Chapter 430 A Happy Ending! (First Update!)

"The world is developing, and conflicts of interest may arise between countries. However, we should sit down and discuss these issues. But to everyone's surprise, Gaddafi chose to plan a terrorist attack to use it against others!"

"This is a betrayal of peaceful coexistence and development..."

Barack delivered a passionate speech on stage, while journalists from all over the world frantically took notes, recording everything he said.

Meanwhile, the photographer kept pressing the shutter to record it all.

As they listened, a group of people began to whisper among themselves:

"I have a feeling that something's off with this president. It seems like he's been wronged."

"You sensed it too? I felt something was off from the moment he started talking. The things he said made me feel that America was the weak one, and Libya was the strong one."

"Yes, yes, that's the feeling..."

The audience below were chirping crickets. On stage, Barack's tone shifted abruptly. He threw the Libyan flag he was holding to the ground, stomped on it, and then jumped on it twice.
"We will fight terrorists to the end. We will let Gaddafi know that this world is not a world where terrorism runs rampant. The American people will wash away our humiliation with guns and bullets!"

"I hereby declare war on Libya!"

As he finished speaking, Barack slammed his right fist onto the table with a loud clang. He leaned forward in perfect unison, his eyes contorted with rage as he glared at the reporters and cameras below.
"Gaddafi, you just wait!"

After roaring, Barack straightened up and stormed off the stage. When he reached the edge of the stage, he found the door leading away from the stage open. He took a deep breath, kicked out with his right leg, and sent the wooden door flying.

With a loud crash, he stormed out of the venue.

Only after his figure disappeared did the reporters breathe a sigh of relief and turn to look at their photographer partners, who nodded in agreement, indicating that they had captured the moment.

Once their partners confirmed it, the reporters started chattering away again.

"That's more like it! That's the America president!"

"That's the kind of arrogant attitude I'm looking for. I thought I came to the wrong press conference just now, but now this feels right!"

"America has declared war on Libya! I need to get this message out quickly, or prices in Europe are going to go up again—"

"I have to call home right away. America has declared war on Libya, and NATO members will definitely intervene. Then... then Europe's food supplies will have to be transported by land."

"I need to buy stocks. I think military stocks are going to rise!"

Barack was the soul of this press conference. With him gone, the reporters naturally saw no need to stay any longer. They quickly packed up their things, eager to send out the news as soon as possible, while also contacting their families.

Let them stay away from the Mediterranean.

On the other hand, after leaving the press conference, Barack did not return to the presidential office, but went upstairs to a meeting room.

In the meeting room, the Speakers of the Senate and the House of Representatives, along with several Supreme Court justices, sat quietly on the sofa, awaiting Barack's arrival.

Seeing these people, Barack wasn't surprised at all. He walked to the middle of the group, sat down, casually picked up a cup of cold coffee he hadn't touched, took a sip, put down the cup, and calmly asked as he surveyed the group:
"Everyone, I've cooperated with you all. Now, let's talk about what benefits I'll get, shall we?"

The blunt words caused an awkward expression to appear on the faces of the few people who had been pretending to be dead in the room. Finally, it was Speaker Perrick who broke the silence:
"As per our terms of exchange, you can send one of your trusted officers to the Central Theater Command to replace Deputy Commander Edwin."

"And our General Edwin will go to the Africa Command headquarters to take over as commander of the Africa Command."

"Our former commander of the Africa Command will return to the Ministry of Defense to take charge of logistics management."

"This is a military appointment!"

"Then comes resource allocation!"

"Libya has a lot of oil and gold. It is said that there are thousands of tons of gold in the vaults of the Central Bank of Libya."

"With these thousands of tons of gold in hand, you personally can get two tons!"

"However, these two tons of gold are not just the conditions agreed upon this time. You also need to sign a currency issuance order to use these thousands of tons of gold to increase the currency supply."

“You will naturally receive a share of the newly issued currency, but there is too much of it, so I think it would be better for you, Mr. President, to take less.”

"In addition to these two things, 0.1% of Libya's largest oil mine can be allocated to your private fund, Mr. President."

"This time, the African Command will take the lead in launching the military operation against Libya, with the European Command and the Central Command providing support. After deducting the President's share of the spoils, we will then make detailed allocations."

"These are the conditions for now! Mr. President, please raise any comments you may have now!"

After stating all the conditions, Perrick picked up his coffee, made a toasting gesture towards Barack, and then brought the coffee cup to his lips, taking a small sip.

Two tons of gold sounds like a lot, and it is indeed a lot. As for the 0.1% stake, it's neither a huge amount nor a small amount.

Barack licked his chapped lips, wanting to negotiate for more, but Perrick, seemingly reading his mind, preempted him once again before he could speak:
“Mr. President, I know that as President America, you feel very aggrieved right now, and that your personality and dignity have been insulted.”

"Then I need to remind you that none of this was caused by us on our own initiative!"

“Our ancestors came to America to make money and to expand their family.”

"To make money and expand our family business, we can do anything we can. Even if we are in a high position, we should never forget to make money!"

"Therefore, I hope that Mr. President will not forget this original intention!"

"Take what you are entitled to, but don't even dream of taking what you shouldn't!"

"Especially the dignity that you consider extremely important!"

“I also went through a period like that, and I felt that dignity was very important, but society taught me a lesson.”

“I have personally decided to increase your gold reserves to 2.5 tons, while the corresponding currency issuance conditions remain unchanged. The money that is rightfully yours will be transferred to your foundation on time.”

At first, Perrick spoke gently, but as he shrank back, his tone became increasingly stern, until finally it was almost a warning.

Barack Barack was a lawyer and had dealt with politicians for many years; he was smart to be put in the presidency at this time.

He easily understood the implication in Perrick's words.

That was a warning, a warning that the presidency was just a position.

He recalled the imaginative Kennedy, who, according to records, planned to replicate the success of President Roosevelt, unifying the three branches of government, controlling the military, and creating a more powerful America.

Then he was beaten so badly that his mind went blank, and he died.

Recalling the documents he had seen, Barack picked up his coffee cup from the table in front of him and raised it to Perrick:
"cheers!"

This is a neutral action; however, if you add gestures or eye contact at this moment, it becomes a provocation.

However, within the confines of the meeting room, this was Barack's compromise with Perrick. Perrick, in turn, picked up his half-empty coffee cup: "Cheers!"

…………

McDill Air Force Base, Tampa, Florida.

Brian sat next to the telephone, glancing at it every now and then. When he found the phone wasn't ringing, he would turn back, pick up some documents from his desk, and pretend not to care about the phone while looking at the documents.

After looking at it for a few minutes, he put down the documents and turned back, but the phone still didn't ring.

Opposite him, Vice Commander Edwin sat on the sofa, leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped on his knees, his eyes fixed straight ahead at Brian.

He's also waiting for a call!

Just as the two were growing impatient, the phone on the table rang. Brian answered it immediately, and Speaker Perrick's gentle voice came through the line:

"General Brian, congratulations!"

"Similarly, I also need to congratulate General Edwin. Please ask General Brian to convey to General Edwin that he should pack his bags as soon as possible and go to the Stuart Africa Command in Germany to take over as commander of the Africa Command. At the same time, he should prepare a combat plan and be ready to advance into Libya!"

After delivering the good news, Perrick didn't exchange pleasantries with Brian and hung up the phone without saying a word.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Brian put the phone back down, crossed his arms, and looked at Edwin with a hint of mockery on his lips:

"You seem to have quite a lot of people backing you up!"

"He went straight to the Africa Theater Command. We'll have to rely on you a lot for this offensive!"

On the opposite sofa, Brian had turned on the speakerphone when he answered the phone, so Edwin heard everything Perrick said clearly.

At first, he felt a little uneasy knowing that Brian was still the commander of America's Central Command.

But when he learned that he had been appointed as the commander of the Africa Theater Command, his body, which had been leaning forward, immediately sat up straight, and the cautiousness in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a calm expression.

In response to Brian's taunts, he simply raised his left hand and waved it lightly.
"General Brian, rest assured, I will definitely fight with America's prowess in this offensive against Libya!"

"You don't need to trouble yourself!"

After saying these two sentences, Edwin got up from the sofa, put his hat on, and then suddenly raised his hand to give Brian a military salute.

After giving the military salute, he turned and left without hesitation.

With a bang, the door closed.

Looking at the closed door, Brian whistled, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Benjamin, who was in Qatar.
"Next, we will take action against Libya. In this operation, the Africa Command will take the lead, with us and the European Command playing supporting roles."

"Keep things under control at the scene!"

"Our people cannot suffer losses, nor can they take less than what they need!"

Having made those two sentences clear, Brian didn't exchange pleasantries and simply hung up the phone.

He tossed the telephone aside and then picked up the documents on the table again.

The document begins with a color photograph.

Because of the way the photo was taken, the things in the photo look very blurry, but you can still see the license plate clearly through the blurry image.

And there's only one sentence under this photo.

[The license plate of the car driven by the terrorists who carried out the Pentagon attack!]

After this sentence, it's just simple GPS coordinate data, sent every 15 minutes.

After flipping through these GPS coordinate data, the content behind the information was also photos, except that they were photos of their people stopping this group of terrorists and fighting against them.

Four corpses.

Below the photos of the body is a forensic examination report.

Please submit a complete body for examination next time. Do not use a pile of bullets and bits of flesh to represent a corpse; bullets and bits of flesh are indistinguishable from a body!

An investigation of identification documents revealed that the four terrorists were from Syria and entered America from Lebanon the day before the bombing. Upon arrival in New York, they immediately rented a car and drove to Virginia.

The only stop along the way was in Trenton, New Jersey, to process the vehicle registration and other documents.

Upon arrival in Virginia, the enemy immediately launched an attack.

Therefore, there is reason to suspect that there are more than four terrorists, and that there are other hidden members.

After reviewing the information on the bodies, the next item is an inventory list of the supplies carried by these bodies.

[A black iron drum: A common iron drum used to transport lubricating oil for large machinery. When it was found, the drum had been damaged by a bomb!]

The black substance inside the metal drum was scattered on the ground. Analysis of the traces suggests that the terrorists intended to detonate the substance with a bomb, but failed.

[Drones: Two, white, with extremely high assembly quality, almost indistinguishable from the drones used by the Central Theater Command.]

The battery is manufactured by Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group!

During the firefight in Altuna, two terrorists used drones to crash into the intercepting convoy.

The drone exploded, but because the amount of explosives it carried was small, it did not cause many casualties at the scene. The explosive was later confirmed to be an octogen, the source of which is unknown.

Subsequent investigation revealed that the drones controlled by the two terrorists also carried the black substance found in the iron barrel.

It is speculated that the two terrorists intended to detonate the black substance.

[Black substance: Total weight 165.45 kg, overall black in color, with a metallic luster, delicate texture, no odor, non-toxic. After testing by the CIA's materials department, it was confirmed that the black substance is a high-performance battery raw material developed by Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group a few months ago.]

After obtaining the substance, the research department attempted to detonate it using octogen, TNT, and various high-performance explosives, following the terrorists' approach.

Detonation failed!

The CIA temporarily obtained materials from the Philadelphia Materials Research Institute, which were provided by Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group, for detonation.

Detonation failed!

Therefore, intelligence officials analyzed that the four terrorists killed were bait, and the supplies they carried were also bait, intended to distract the pursuers and allow the real mastermind to escape.

(End of this chapter)