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Tap, tap tap!

Just then, Ryan leaned back and tapped his fingertips lightly on the coffee table next to him.

Immediately afterward, Miles had already strode to the door.

Ryan said coldly, "Brigadier General Miles, if I were you, I wouldn't refuse so quickly. In America, in the whole world, very few people dare to refuse my kindness."

Miles stopped, his face darkening slightly, and said, "Mr. Sullivan, are you threatening me?"

"Do you know that you are threatening a general of America, and on this land of Japan, this entire country is my ranch?"

"And you, you're just a businessman. If you come to my ranch, you have to abide by my rules..."

Miles appeared furious, but he did not take any concrete action.

Beneath his seemingly assertive attitude, Renn had already sensed a hidden weakness beneath the surface.

This guy is most likely being blackmailed.

In Japan, those Japanese people certainly wouldn't dare threaten Miles or make him do things for them.

Hydra, however, was different; they were not afraid of a mere garrison brigadier general.

It seems this is Hydra's way of showing its power.

Renn sneered and said, "For the sake of the military, I'll give you one minute to ask your backer for help. This is your last chance."

After saying that, Renn ignored the other person and closed his eyes to rest.

"Fuck, who the hell do you think you are?"

Are you trying to scare me?

"This is my ranch, and only I have the authority to make the decisions..."

Miles panicked, roaring as his hand instinctively reached for the holster on his waist.

But after several hesitations, the other party still dared not draw his gun.

Time passes by.

As Miles grew increasingly manic, even becoming red-faced and visibly agitated.

Raine suddenly opened his eyes and came over.

At the same time, a squad of garrison soldiers, fully armed, rushed into the conference room, glanced around, and subdued Miles.

"Fuck you, what are you doing? Look closely, it's me, it's Miles..."

Miles struggled incessantly, but was firmly suppressed, and some even disarmed him.

Until then.

Ryan then got up and went to Miles, casually having Zola project a virtual screen.

"Let's see what the great Brigadier General Miles did in Japan."

"Well, it doesn't look like he's been accepting bribes for years, nor does it seem like he's been assaulting, injuring, or killing people in Japan."

"Wow, this is more shocking: embezzlement of military funds, arms smuggling, and human trafficking..."

Ryan kept pulling up lists for Miles, who looked ashen-faced.

Ryan looked through Miles's crimes for a while, but found it uninteresting.

Anyway, America's overseas military presence is all like this; if you're determined, you can find so many things to use against them that you can't possibly catch them all.

In the end, Ryan stared down at his opponent.

"As I've said before, very few people dare to refuse my kindness. Do you know that I am now a councilor of the White House and the exclusive supplier of lizard serum and gene therapy to the military?"

"Or has your time in Japan filled your brain with white paste?"

"You stupid pig, remember this: next time I give you face, you'd better learn to take the blame yourself."

"Oh no, there won't be a next time. The military court will give you the maximum sentence."

"You'll probably be stuck picking up soap in prison for the rest of your life, and there will be someone in there who likes you..."

Chapter 119 Giving Japan a Small Bombardment to Shock

America is arguably the purest capitalist world in the world, where even the president of the White House is controlled by money and interests.

A mere brigadier general stationed overseas dares to challenge the current Rennes head-on.

Without a doubt, Hydra is behind this.

Or rather, it was the threat of the entire family dying.

Since the other party has chosen to oppose Renn, Renn will naturally give them what they deserve.

When Raine's message was relayed back to the Sullivan Group via the Taiyin Jade Ring, Laura had already sent a private letter to the White House and the military, reporting on the situation of the Japanese garrison.

In a sense, this already saves face for the military.

Otherwise, given the current importance of the Sullivan Group throughout America...

If Laura were to send out a few official letters in the name of the president of the Sullivan Group, countless government departments would be mobilized to seek justice from the military on behalf of the Sullivan Group.

To America, Japan was nothing more than a slave that had been thoroughly exploited.

Now they dare to erode America's garrison in Japan. What are they trying to do? Are they planning a rebellion?

Or is it that the military as a whole is already betraying America's interests?

The interests of the chaebols and capitalists are America's interests; there's absolutely no problem with that. 690

After receiving Laura's private letter explaining the situation.

The Navy Department then secretly notified the military police stationed in Japan, who imprisoned Brigadier General Miles, the highest-ranking commander of the base.

Meanwhile, America's Pacific Seventh Fleet has begun an urgent approach to its garrison base in Japan.

Three hours later.

After spending quite some time touring the Japanese military base, Ryan soon saw three military attack helicopters landing at the base amidst a roar.

“Mr. Sullivan, I’m so sorry, but that damned Miles has been taken to headquarters.”

"Hopefully, Miles's foolishness won't give Mr. Sullivan too much of a bad impression."

"On behalf of the entire Navy Department, I extend my sincerest friendship to Mr. Sullivan."

"If Mr. Sullivan has any need, the entire Seventh Fleet of the Pacific will wipe out the whole of Japan for you."

The newcomer was a naval commodore who looked to be under forty years old.

Unlike Miles, who was foolish, greedy, complacent, and self-destructive.

This commodore was in the prime of his life and had already become the interim commander of the Seventh Fleet in the Navy Department thanks to his extremely strong background and abilities.

And Ryan is currently a superstar in America.

It can be said that as long as he can establish a relationship with Rein and get along well with him, this naval commodore's promotion will become much easier.

Even more so if they could get Rennes' support.

This relatively young naval commodore might very well be eyeing America's rare admiral position.

So the moment I met Ryan, his attitude was very pleasant.

Even more so, the other party's overtures far exceeded Rein's expectations; it was practically an open declaration that the entire Sixth Fleet was now in Rein's hands.

In the blink of an eye, Zola had retrieved all the information about the young brigadier general in front of him.

David Phillips, America's third-generation military man, was the grandfather of Colonel Phillips, who created Captain America.

David Phillips himself is also a smart man.

And Ryan liked this kind of smart person who knew how to adapt to the times.

"General Phillips, just call me Ryan. There are always so many fools in the world, but they're not worth getting angry about, are they?"

"Haha, of course, Ryan, we're friends now, call me David."

Initial contact, a glance confirms it—he's someone I could have a fling with.

After a few words of pleasantries, everyone was in a good mood.

At David's enthusiastic invitation, Ryan, along with Blink, Wolverine, and others, arrived at the USS Nimitz aircraft carrier of the Seventh Fleet.

After a rather unique banquet.

Ryan and David arrived at David's command room amidst the farewells of the crowd.

"Raine, I've received information that a batch of materials belonging to your group was looted in Japan?"

"Yes, a mysterious underground organization that suddenly appeared, called the Big Foot Gang, controls the entire Yashida family and more than 80% of the Japanese political scene."

"No wonder the Sullivan Group, with its strength, still needs the help of the garrison. Are you worried about...?"

“That’s right. If it’s just a clash between underground forces, the Sullivan family is fearless. But once things get involved with the authorities, they become very troublesome. It’s better to just cut things off.”

"A blanket approach? Renn, I wonder what you mean by a blanket approach?"

"Hehe, this organization is very arrogant. I think we should show them the awe-inspiring power of little America. How about bombarding it from across the river for two hours first?"