Ark Bevan would never have imagined that at this time, the thunder had already left the battlefield, and he had already broken away from this battlefield, and walked through the jungle like lightning with two long legs, running through the dense fog.

His destination was the southwestern part of the jungle. The 30-man assault team led by Connor, after fighting hard battles against sneak attacks, demolitions, and assaults, and getting rid of the harassment at the cost of 14 casualties along the way, had "succeeded" in reaching the area, and like the team led by Ark Bevan, they were in a fog.

And all of this is so clear in the Thunder Divine Consciousness that has initially controlled this mist. He threw off Ark Bevan's team, which had less than ten members left, and rushed to the next destination, with the sole purpose of attracting this team that still had considerable combat strength and finally gathering and annihilating them.

"There's still time, enough time to play a BIGGAME with you!" Lei Dong's face once again showed the kind of smile that made the dark clouds shudder.

……

White House, Warrington, capital of the Commonwealth of Minia.

It is a bizarre building with a history of more than 300 years and is only four stories high. It is also known as the most powerful person in the world - the presidential residence of the Union of Minia.

In a large conference room on the second floor, heavy velvet curtains have been drawn, and large screen projections on the walls flicker battle scenes. Combat teams sometimes run through the jungle, sometimes travel between high-rise buildings in helicopter gunships, sometimes snipe their opponents in the desert, and sometimes shoot in the smoke of fire.

At the bottom right of the screen, the eye-catching trident logo reminds people that this is a video of Poseidon Commando in action.

A large circle of sofas was placed around the large screen, on which more than a dozen elderly or middle-aged men and women sat on the sofas. These people are either in suits and leather shoes, or they are shining stars, or they are shrewd and capable. But if you look closely, they have the same characteristics: there is a hint of solemnity between their eyebrows, even anxiety.

If you have a deeper understanding of the current affairs of the world, especially the Commonwealth of Minia, you will be surprised when you see these people, because there are almost all the top figures in the most powerful country in the world.

Tall, but somewhat thin, sitting in the center with his legs crossed, his hands crossed and rubbing each other, the dark-skinned middle-aged man was none other than the country's first pure-blooded black president, lawyer-turned-Lauren Omacher.

Sitting on Omaher's left hand, the woman who is middle-aged but still charming, shrewd and capable, with a hint of charm, is Ms. Clary, Secretary of State of the Commonwealth of Minia.

Omaher's right-handed, pot-bellied and gray-haired fat man is President Omaher's chief aide on national security affairs, Mr. David Malone, the president's national security adviser.

To the right of Malone, lined up are Secretary of Defense Goosby, CIA Director Meg Ryan, Secretary of Homeland Security Sean Lee, and FBI Director McCarthy.

To the left of Ms. Clary, lined up, is a row of generals in straight uniforms.

Unlike the casual sitting posture of the politicians in suits and leather shoes, these soldiers still have straight waists even on the wide and soft sofas, and the sharp eyes and rows of medals on their chests not only remind people that this is a group of veterans who have been in battle, but also invisibly reveal the spirit of murder.

At the top of the list of these servicemen was Admiral Albert, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, next to Admiral Schiller, Secretary of the Navy, and Vice Admiral McLaren, commander of the Joint Special Operations Command.

In the entire conference room, the only soldier standing in his 50s, exuding a formidable edge, was Rear Admiral Matt Dean, deputy commander of the Joint Special Operations Command, former commander of the sixth detachment of the Poseidon Commandoon, and former commander of the Navy Special Operations Command.

Now, Major General Matt Dean holds a 1-meter-long, two-centimeter-diameter, silvery-white electronic command pole in his right hand, standing in front of the big screen and acting as a narrator.

But obviously, Matt Dean's expression at this time was a little impatient, a little anxious, and a little distracted, so that when explaining the battle scenes on the big screen, there was a long period of silence several times, and the wonderful battles became a little boring because of his boring explanation.

"Matt, hasn't the signal come up yet?" General Albert asked suddenly.

Major General Matt's brows furrowed even tighter, the worried look on his face was unobstructed, and he shook his head and said, "Not yet, according to ......"

Matt's words were interrupted.

"Okay, take it easy, Major General Matt," President Omah smiled gracefully, showing a mouthful of neat white teeth, "Sit down and have a cup of coffee, we're sending out our most elite team this time, and the boys are all battle-hardened, aren't they?" ”

Major General Matt glanced at President Omaher's white teeth, those beautiful teeth, when Omacher was running for president, he even brought him a lot of votes, the Holy Emperor is above, and the people of this country are simply ridiculous!

"Yes, Mr. President." Major General Matt finally maintained his superficial respect for the titular Supreme Commander of the Union Army, and he replied, but did not sit down, let alone press the electric bell to ask for a cup of coffee or anything, but frowned and said: "Mr. President, once again I strongly recommend that the real-time intelligence command system be activated immediately to maintain contact with the front-line soldiers......

President Omah waved his hand, looked left and right, and asked, "What do you guys think?" ”

National Security Advisor David Malone shook his head: "That's not a good idea, Mr. President, and we'd be taking a big political risk, Mr. President." ”

Omacher turned his gaze to Clary on the other side, Clary frowned and nodded slowly: "Yes Mr. President, I agree with Malone, that will expose us to unpredictable political and diplomatic risks......"

Omah shrugged at Major General Matt and said, "So you see, General Matt, we can't do that, you know, the new president of that country, Mr. Mat, is not the kind of person who only knows before...... What's it called? By the way, Tao Guang Yang Hui, he is not a person who only knows Tao Guang Yang Hui, this person is full of aggression, and I don't want to face this person's accusations internationally......"

Matt almost blew his lungs out of anger and "didn't want to face the accusations of this man internationally"? What a word! Is this honest, or is it a flamboyant tongue who is not responsible? These politicians don't know what war is at all, just in order not to cause political passivity in the international community, in the normal operation related to the highest secret of the Federation, they actually issued a radio silent order before the battle, and they are only allowed to take the initiative to contact the headquarters after the commando mission is completed, and they have no idea how terrible the army of the Red Republic is!

Although the sixth detachment of the Poseidon Commando, which is known as the elite of special operations, is the most elite company directly under the Navy Special Operations Regiment, although it has been strengthened in the formation of troops, and although it knows that the opponent has not sent troops of the corresponding size, Matt is vaguely uneasy when he thinks of the opponent who has repeatedly fought on the special battlefield but has never taken advantage.

Major General Matt turned his attention to Admiral Albert for help, hoping that he would stand up and say a few words, and the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, who was very authoritative in the military and spoke with great weight in front of the president, might make the president change his mind. But Albert just shook his head at him, motioned for him not to say any more, and continued to lean back on the couch without saying a word.

Major General Matt was simply disappointed, Al is a good man, but sometimes he has softened, of course it may not be fair to say that, after all, in a civilian government, the military's decision-making power over the war will be constrained by many parties, and the only ones who have the decision-making power are those politicians. Yet, one day, these politicians will bury the entire Federation!

At this moment, the picture on the big screen suddenly flickered and trembled, the sky was full of fire, gunpowder smoke appeared on the screen, and the rumbling explosion was transmitted to everyone's ears through hi-fi.

"It's coming!" Major General Matt perked up, turned his head to look at the big screen, and raised the electronic command pole in his hand, ready to explain to everyone present.

And President Omaher smiled lightly: "Guys, come and enjoy the performance of our valiant soldiers......"

But the next moment, Matt's electronic command rod stopped in mid-air, and Omacher's smile froze on his face.

"Slaughter, slaughter, we were slaughtered, all dead, they all died......" In the violently shaking picture, a voice cried out hoarsely, "Boom, boom! A series of explosions sounded, a red light appeared on the screen, and then, the entire screen turned into a snowflake, and the huge noise "stabbed and stabbed" people's eardrums!

"Smack." The electronic command post fell weakly to the ground, and Major General Matt closed his eyes in pain.

Omacher stared dumbfounded, his bright red lips became bloodless, and his white teeth flashed with a miserable white and gloomy light, and it took him a long time before he came back to his senses and muttered, "How could it be, how could this be...... Who's going to tell me, what the hell is going on? ”

No one answered him, and the entire conference room was silent except for the stinging and stinging signal noise.

David Malone, perhaps the first of them all, stammered, "Mr. President...... Oh...... I think maybe we should think about how to explain to the people, uh, yes, we have to give the people a reasonable explanation for why these people died in the line of duty......

Matt raised his head suddenly, his eyes were split, staring at the dead fat man in front of him who was trembling on his whole belly when he spoke, more than 100 soldiers sacrificed their lives for the country, the highest level of military secrets of the Federation was stolen, and he didn't want to retrieve the secrets, he didn't want to avenge the soldiers, and his first reaction was to lie to the people and give them a "reasonable explanation"?

These damned politicians all deserve hell!

Major General Matt couldn't hold back any longer, and in a fit of rage, he rushed out of the conference room and slammed the door shut.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and everyone in the room looked at each other, only to hear Major General Matt's roar echoing in the corridors.

“Sonofbitch！”