"Yes, I think so; The Pentagon has never cooperated with such investigations, and we should have expected that. ”

The two white-eyed congressmen looked thoughtfully at the podium where the speaker was standing, and the enthusiastic Mr. President was still making a passionate and loud speech at this time, surrounded by a large number of enthusiastic congressmen echoing him.

This scene is clearly a bit of a mess that shouldn't have been seen on Capitol Hill, and it makes the old man who is used to Sven frown; He stared wordlessly at the scene before him, as if he could feel that the reins of Congress, which had become more and more slender in the hands of Congress since the beginning of the war in 1846 when President James Polk overstepped his authority, now seemed to be about to break all at once.

A war that broke out without warning suddenly burned all over Europe at a time when the overall situation between the East and the West was slowing down, and it was so earth-shattering that no one could be held responsible?

Thinking of the president's war speech just delivered earlier, thinking of the aircraft carrier battle group that had traveled across the ocean, and feeling as heavy as Senator Havilland, who was silent beside him, the old man slowly closed the notepad in front of him and swept the meeting with a somewhat worried look. He frowned as he looked at the enchanted figures around the president, and the sight reminded one of the days fourteen years ago, when there was a group of people cheering for war in distant British soil—but how could the Warsaw Pact be such a weak adversary as Argentina, unlike what happened to the people of Britain?

This war, although it is not yet known how it will continue; But the distance to the other side of peace is already drifting away.

With solemn apprehension. The elderly parliamentarian remained silent in his seat.

And it was in the front row near the center of the synagogue. It's not like everyone else around you, who is either elated or questioning. A man in ordinary clothes and an ordinary appearance was leisurely looking around in his seat at this time. There was a palpable curiosity in his expression, as if it was the first time he had come to such a solemn occasion, and the man's eyes lingered on the surroundings of the conference hall for a moment, and then looked at the podium in the center of the hall again.

In the impromptu speech just now, this guy even quoted Nixon's words, although it sounds a bit of a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth, but I have to say that it still has some effect on encouraging people's hearts.

But is that enough?

Squinted at the president, who was surrounded by lawmakers. A subtle sneer appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.

In the face of the cumbersome system of separation of powers in the United States, he, a man who planned big things, had to deal with these legislators, or a group of bureaucrats who had changed their status, after returning from Pakistan, was very unhappy to think about.

But now, in the face of many congressmen in the conference hall, the man feels that such a plan is completely necessary: it may be a complete risk to approach the president of the United States, who is in the White House, and control it with consciousness, but it is relatively easy to pretend to be a member of Congress and use his consciousness to infiltrate the Capitol Hill, which is not very heavily guarded in normal times.

Yes. What is the effectiveness of a so-called "democratic" form of government, a group of selfish and chaotic parliamentarians?

But this is the case. But it poses a new challenge to men's mental control ability; Now it is clear that the unapproachable president cannot be influenced for a long time, and the number of parliamentarians and judges is so large. It seems that it is not an easy task to dominate such a large country as the United States on his own, even if it is as strong as himself.

But one way or another, today, in the bustling Capitol Hill Hall, he did just that:

That is, through President Guò's regular speech to Congress, seizing this rare opportunity to infiltrate consciousness and influence the president's thinking activities for a long time.

To his surprise, although he was mentally controlled, Mr. President's oratorical skills were still excellent, which also saved him a lot of trouble in conceiving words; In the face of such an impassioned agitation, coupled with a little mental control from the man, the response of those present was naturally enthusiastic, and such a plan to "continue to expand the war until victory is won" could be approved by Congress.

"Keep expanding the war, know to win", hehe, that's how it should be!

Thinking of the previous trip to Central Asia, a trip back from the wolf bèi who escaped from the dead city and hijacked the plane, the man unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his shoulder, and the soft tissue contusion of the emergency skydive was still not good.

Just a month ago, he piloted the "Blackbird" to the hinterland of Central Asia to investigate intelligence, but was pursued and shot down by the tail of the "Flying Fox" fighter. After going to a mysterious area to check the situation and encountering the Russians nicknamed the "Caucasus Grim Reaper", he was not only pursued by an opponent who also had superpowers, but later the Tu-128 "Fiddler" piloted by himself was hit by a missile. After a desolate Gobi escape adventure, the thrilling journey back to China through Guò Pakistan makes the man feel particularly excited when he thinks about it now - after a great adventure-like journey, he has not only confirmed the real existence of the "dead city", confirmed that the strange base is indeed very suspicious, but also unexpectedly made contact with Viktor Rezenov again!

The Russian, well...... Is it really called that?

In the still noisy Capitol Hill conference hall, the man's thoughts were still diverging unrestrainedly, and in his memory it seemed to be a very long time ago, meeting on the narrow road over the Baltic Sea, and all of them found the existence of their opponents, and then ......

And then, what really happened?

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt, as if a high-speed car had crashed into a heavy wall, and the man's eyes showed a rare trace of confusion, and he raised his hand to gently rub his slightly swollen temples.

As he lowered his head in his seat and frowned, his face gradually became a little irritable, but no matter how carefully he tried to recall the situation, he still couldn't remember anything. Think back to that time. A moment of lightning and flint. It was as if he only felt a thunderclap in his head, and dazzling flashes of light filled his vision. And then......

No, he can't think of anything now!

But even if it's confused, what does it matter?

"Viktor Rezenov", this guy who is clearly a superpower, is probably still floating in the sky of the Caucasus, driving Russian fighters painted with red five-pointed stars to kill everywhere, tsk...... It's as if he was the "Grim Reaper" who dominates the sky, and when you think about it, you feel really majestic. Isn't it?

But what about majesty?

A pilot, to do this kind of course, is probably the limit.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and the man's thoughts gradually became clearer, and he now felt the agitation in his heart, all of which were fighting for the ultimate goal!

Not only himself, but also everyone around him, and even a qiē in this world, in the end, are just some props that can be consumed at will in order to achieve the ultimate goal. Viktor Rezenov, what this guy is doing is simply ruining the heavens and sinking himself. Can a pilot, no matter how powerful, really rewrite history and threaten his grand plans?

- Hehe!

If a qiē is really that simple. He himself has done it a long time ago, how can it be the turn of this unenlightened Russian?

And now...... Thinking of this, the man's eyes became both sharp and sharp, and as his thoughts continued to wander, a faint light flashed in his squinted eyes, and his eyes gradually became indifferent, but they were as cold as a knife.

Hmph, sitting on superpowers, but not knowing how to use them, this kind of guy is not enough to be called a threat!

Not to mention, in the face of the heavy pressure of the "Caucasian Reaper", the man's coordinated response by the U.S. military has also been put in place: with a small number of weapons with great potential, plus a brute ace pilot, such a combination is enough to confront this extremely tricky guy head-on, if not immediately solve the "Reaper".

As a professional soldier who is a strategic layman and a tactical expert, in the conference hall where the atmosphere is out of place, the man's eyes are slightly bright, and he seems to be reminded of the number one ace of the United States Air Force, which he has been paying attention to before.

Harold Fisher, the number one killer of the U.S. Air Force who had been shining in Europe a few months ago, had a record of 10 downs within a month and a half of the war, but then disappeared from the U.S. fighter wing out of thin air, and it was rumored that he had been killed in a fierce battle over the Channel. But under this kind of smokescreen deliberately unleashed by the CIA, the truth of the matter is not so: at the behest of the mysterious man, Fisher has been conducting adaptive training at Edwards Air Force Base, coupled with the verification fighter training that has appeared in the United States, in order to be able to serve as a sword ready to be unsheathed in the face of the intractable threat of the "Caucasian Reaper".

Now, now that the war in the south has entered a critical moment, can we take the Caucasus in one go, open up a path for subsequent combat operations, and finally seize that mysterious land with a strange atmosphere of death and weirdness?

Walking down the corridor with the adjourned lawmakers to the south side of the sun-drenched Capitol Hill, the man habitually snapped his fingers at the driver, and then lazily picked up a mobile phone thrown in the back seat:

"Hello? -- It's me. Has the transport plane already departed, and what is the situation with the 'sharks'? ”

On the phone, with the same slight hoarseness as always, the man took a long time to ask the clerk on the other end of the phone, and after getting a satisfactory answer, he stretched out in his seat quite comfortably.

Hung up the phone, fumbled through the notepad at hand, opened it and looked at one of the pages, the man subconsciously raised his hand and stroked the bridge of his nose; As far as the eye could reach, the old wounds left by the previous mysterious encounter, as if to remind him of something, were tingling faintly as usual.

Viktor Rezenov, so much time has passed, but still doing something without a future; Now, then, it's probably time to teach him some lessons.

"Caucasian Grim Reaper", the name sounds terrible!

But I don't know who has better skills compared to "Shark". (To be continued......)