Kurumi Tokisaki’s Planar Journey Chapter 119: Secret Contest (2 in 1)
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In the Pentagon, the wooden door of the satellite control room was violently opened!
A staff member who is processing data subconsciously looks out the door.
And the person in charge, who just wanted to take a sip of coffee and take a break, almost yelled at him! Because that hot cup of coffee was almost all over him!
Would he have been frightened if the door hadn't been violently opened? If he wasn't frightened, would his hands tremble? If it wasn't for tremors
With the good qualities cultivated over many years, the person in charge took a few deep breaths on the seat and wanted to wipe the body with a tissue.
Then he'll let the **** thing know what the **** is this place! Can you knock on the door at will? Why don't you go to the White House across the street to be wild? !
"Jones!"
The voice is hoarse but not old, but the words are full of anger, and the short surname makes the person in charge's eyelids jump!
This voice, Jones, is really clear. It is the voice of his immediate superior, Secretary of Defense Mattis!
Jones could have sworn that if he used the surname as his wake-up bell, he would never be late for work again!
The tissue was only halfway through, and Jones had only time to smear it all over his body. Fortunately, the suit is a dark color, and the lighting in the central control room is dim. If you don't look carefully, you can't see the stains on the coffee flowing on it.
Jones gets up quickly, the chair slides back and hits the other corner of the table. He trotted over and saw Matisse, whose hair was pale, but his body was still strong, and he couldn't help swallowing.
"Minister, what do you have to do with me?"
Speaking a little, Jones was so nervous that he seemed to be back in elementary school, shivering under the reprimands of his parents and teachers!
It's not his fault! It's really terrifying that Matisse's eyes are too terrifying! The kind of eyes that seem to eat people, anyone who sees it will tremble!
Matis sneered when he saw the young person in charge, holding a stack of documents in his hand, and slammed it on the other person's chest!
"Do you know what this is?"
Jones didn't dare to speak, just looked down at the ground, not having the courage to meet Mattis' eyes.
"This is a 'report letter' submitted to me by the military!"
"Yes! Don't look at me that way, you may not believe it, because these things are used to report you!"
"To report me?" Jones gasped, stunned, feeling incredible.
Aiming at the thick stack of "report letters," Jones' eyelids twitched involuntarily, and he said bravely, "Minister, I haven't been in office for a long time, so many report letters must be a mistake. ?"
Seeing Minister Mattis nodding, Jones was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when a piece of A4 paper slammed into his chest!
"Yours! Yours! Yours!"
Matis opened the "report letters" one by one, and even though some of the documents did not explicitly identify Jones, he secretly revealed that all this was a problem in the satellite control room.
Jones scrambled to organize the papers Mattis had thrown him, flipping through the top one at random.
First, say hello to Secretary Mattis, no problem.
Then explain the general event, no problem.
After that, you will point the finger at the person in charge of the satellite control room? !
Jones' face quivered, glancing at the date, which was indeed after his own tenure. Explain that the document is indeed "reporting him!"
Furiously flipped through some other papers, most of which were similar in content, and almost all pointed at him.
Jones shivered with a chill behind his back, thinking quickly about which big guy he had offended recently.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and even the tip of his nose was oozing from the pores.
With the wind blowing around, Jones looked up and saw that the minister was walking past him and strode to the seat.
Jones bowed his head and followed Mattis obediently.
Although the people in the satellite control room were curious, few people looked this way. If he was remembered by the boss and gave the impression that he was not doing his job properly, then his future was almost over.
There was no one to clean up the coffee on the floor, Matisse frowned, pulled the chair over at random, and sat down.
The pair of eyes surrounded by wrinkles have no old age at all, and the light that flashes from time to time proves that the Secretary of Defense is dense enough.
The upper body did not lean back, but sat up straight! But not deliberately, everything is so natural.
"Do you know what's going on?"
Jones nods, having seen a few documents, he almost knows the general situation.
It's nothing more than the fact that the military base under General Brown of the military suffered an unknown attack, but their satellite control room did not give an early warning.
As nonsense as it may sound, it does need a scapegoat to step up.
Admiral Brown is impossible, he won't even throw one of his own faction's hands!
Jones already knew that he was the scapegoat and scapegoat chosen by the bigwigs.
The location is neither too small nor too small, and it is stress-free to handle. The only thing worth noting is that they dealt with themselves, but slapped Minister Mattis in the face!
Don't worry, Liangzi is done. It is estimated that the "Lamb" on the military side has also been selected, and he should be the same as him.
Jones couldn't help but feel a sadness in his heart. He struggled for so long, and finally sat in this position, but he was pushed down before his **** was warmed
And that stain would stay with him throughout his political career.
Seeing that Jones didn't speak, Mattis's heart burst into flames. His last subordinate in the satellite control room had just been suggested by the president to write a novel, and he was regarded as an abandoned child by those **** before his tenure came!
The key thing is that someone really needs someone to take the blame. Mattis sees this very thoroughly. There are other candidates, but no one is as good as Jones.
Although the reason is a bit far-fetched, it is still reasonable!
The president needs to explain, the Congress needs to explain, this is simply not something Mattis can reverse by himself.
"Alas!~"
Matisse sighed and rubbed his temple with his right thumb.
Even without opening his eyes, Mattis knew Jones was looking at him.
"Take out the satellite surveillance photos that day, and focus on observing the destroyed military base under Brown."
Looking up at Jones, "I heard that it has become an 'artificial lake'! And the scenery is beautiful, and there is no ruin at all."
When Jones heard this, he withdrew a smile that was uglier than crying, and put a pile of "report letters" in his hand on the desktop. He used his permission, and the files of the satellite surveillance photos that day gradually appeared on the big screen.
Matisse tilted his head slightly, and the blue light shone on his old face. If it weren't for those bright eyes, everyone would think he was an old man who was easy to bully.
With his arms on the chair, he bows slightly forward, his hands folded together.
Satellite surveillance photography is no problem.
They did not catch the shadow of the mysterious weapon, and the military base that was fine one moment was completely destroyed the next!
The ground is cracked, and even all civilization is buried.
Both photos are blurry, with a short time between before and after, but the difference between before and after of the same location is staggering.
Matis secretly calculated in his heart that the power of that mysterious weapon even reminded him of a small-yield nuclear bomb!
But a small-yield nuclear bomb can't blast such a deep crater, and it doesn't cause any pollution to the surrounding area.
"Jones, pull those two pictures out separately. Yes, that's it, zoom in, zoom in, okay."
The interlaced fingers loosened, then clamped tightly again.
The image is more blurry when zoomed in, and only a general picture can be seen.
Of course, this was shot outside of Earth's low Earth orbit, and if you want to achieve the effect of a high-definition camera, it is obviously very unrealistic.
"Jones, look at the satellite code and model that took the photo."
Jones, who was operating the computer, was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what the minister meant. But he still obeyed the order and dug out the satellite code from the computer file.
A 3D simulated satellite appeared on the big screen. Although there was a marked name below it, Jones subconsciously read it out.
“Code name: Moon Eye·Change; Model: yui—”
"Stop stop stop! What's the name of the shooting satellite?"
Jones stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, "Minister, it's Moon Eye Kai."
"Moon Eye Change?" Mattis frowned, he always thought the name was very familiar.
"Crack!"
As soon as Mattis clapped his hands, his face showed inexplicable excitement, "Jones, let's see if its predecessor is called 'Moon Eye'."
Jones felt inexplicable, since it was called 'Moon Eye Change', the predecessor must be called 'Moon Eye'.
Can't this 'moon eye' have other functions?
Jones, a monk of 20 feet, had no choice but to follow Matisse's orders to gather information.
Licking her dry lips, "Minister, its predecessor is indeed called 'Moon Eye'."
Matisse, with a sure-shot look on his face, asked, "Is the launch date just around the corner?"
Jones looked at the date subconsciously, "Yes Minister, this satellite has not been in space for more than a month."
Turn his head to look at the minister sitting in the chair, Jones couldn't help jumping in his heart, and asked tentatively: "You mean, there is something wrong with this satellite?"
Matis squinted his eyes slightly, like a viper hunched over, waiting for the best time to attack.
"I never said that. But the moon was directly modified through the Moon Eye itself."
"Old-fashioned satellite re-use?" Jones asked.
"It's not enough." Mattis looked away from the big screen, "Do you know why the previous person in charge of the satellite control room resigned?"
"What went wrong?"
Matis chuckled, "A large part of the reason lies in this 'moon eye'!"
Jones twitched the corners of his eyes and looked at the 3D simulated satellite on the big screen, as if he had seen a beast!
"How much is the shortage of military spending if there is a problem?!"
The rant was approved by Mattis. The devil knows why the annual military expenditure is so huge, but it is unknown how many places are used on the blade.
"Are you sure this satellite is overseeing the military base?"
"Very sure, Minister!"
"Aren't there any other satellites around?"
"Uh, judging from the situation at the time, there were satellites of other countries around the periphery."
Matis waved his hand, signaling Jones not to care, "As long as it's not from the United States."
Jones didn't answer, and he didn't know what medicine the Minister's gourd was selling. It took a long time to do it. Is it because he wanted to take the blame for him?
Frowning his brows, Jones knew very well that if he was tight, he would still be dismissed. At best, his face would look better, and the stains would be minimized. If there is an opportunity in the future, he can still continue his political career.
Thinking of this, Jones breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't in the worst-case scenario, he's a little too greedy right now.
Matis suddenly turned to look at Jones, who was stunned, thinking, "Pick up those documents and come to the office with me."
After speaking, Matisse stood up and walked towards the door.
Jones hurriedly turned off the information materials, and after picking up the stack of "report letters," trotted after Mattis.
My heart was beating violently, and my palms were even shaking slightly.
Jones stands at Mattis' desk, trying to be natural.
Matisse took the stack of documents ~IndoMTL.com~ and threw them aside with a smile, "Listen, Jones. My last satellite control room head was tricked by unknown hackers and resigned. The speech is unclear. Of course, his superb novel skills have been affirmed by the president, and maybe he will make a living by writing novels in the future. Do you want to know what he wrote?"
"Written what?"
Jones asked subconsciously.
Matis put his hands on the table, habitually folded together, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's just that the report to the president is too outrageous, but the president also praised him as the seed of a new century science fiction master. "
Jones reacted, and it is estimated that the report written by the previous person in charge was not as good as he imagined, but instead
"The president praised him for writing a report that rivals that of Harry Potter and is the pinnacle of science fiction!"
"So what, Minister Harry Potter is a fantasy novel."
Matis raised his eyebrows, "Yes, I also said that to the president at the time. I even doubt that the president has never seen "Harry Potter" at all."
Jones just smiled dryly, in his position to not make fun of the president at will.
"Okay." Mattis seemed to be in a good mood, "After all this, I just wanted to tell you that the report should not be too outrageous. The subordinates were transferred one by one. To be honest, I thought I was What idiot was targeted again!"
"When you're writing your report, pour dirty water on Brown as hard as you can, and I'll take care of everything else."
Jones was sweating on his head. Usually, if he was asked to go to Admiral Brown to throw dirty water, he would not have the courage. Although there is a big guy behind him now, he is still under a lot of psychological pressure.
"By the way, let me tell you one thing, that 'Moon Eye Change' is what Brown insisted on launching." Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.