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Chapter 97: Redeployment! (First update!)

After exiting the profile details page, Aisen slid his finger down and looked at yesterday's news.

Only a little over 24 hours had passed since I sent the message to Adolf Roosevelt.

This guy came up with the blueprints.

No, you also have to ignore the period when the other party sent the message but you did not receive the message.

In less than 24 hours, the other party produced the blueprints.

And these were not just perfunctory name-changing drawings, but real drawings that were verified based on the information I sent him.

This……

This is not a single bit of professionalism.

It shouldn't be an American. Those lazy people in China are not that efficient.

With a slight slide of the finger, the chat group interface on the phone exited and turned into a dialing interface.

I found Rastello's number and pressed it:

"Lastro, come to my office."

More than ten minutes later, Lastro appeared in the office, sweating profusely. He looked at his boss with confusion, not understanding why Aisente called him over at this time.

"Take a look at this drawing." Eisent pointed at the computer and turned the screen around.

"Drawings?" After asking doubtfully, Rastello picked up the mouse and began to check the drawings.

He checked carefully, afraid to miss any detail.

Half an hour later, he raised his head and asked with doubt in his eyes:

"Is this the blueprint for our building? Which service provider provided it?"

"Adolph Roosevelt." Essent blurted out the name, then explained:
"I just checked the chat group, and the drawings were completed while we were sleeping."

"It was only when I turned on my phone at work that I received this message."

"I've looked over the drawings. They're very professional, very professional."

"But it's so efficient, so fast that I can't believe they are human."

After listening to these words, Rastello nodded in agreement, rotated the computer screen back to its original position, and asked softly:
"Should we check it out?"

After expressing his thoughts, Rastello did not receive a response from Aisente. He only received a shake of his head and a bland explanation:

"Don't worry about it. Those who can use this software are all internal personnel, and they have all been strictly vetted. It doesn't matter whether they are checked or not, as long as it can be used."

Speaking of software, Rastello remembered that he seemed to have not received any news about the software today.

He took out his phone and clicked.

The software is stuck.

Can't open.

He tapped his phone hard, but the software still didn't respond. Thinking that it was still working hours, he could only helplessly put the phone back in his pocket and prepare to check it after get off work.

And the next second, Aisen's order arrived:
"Take the drawings back later, contact the construction company, give them the drawings, and have them construct according to the drawings."

"Okay!" After responding, Rastello prepared to turn around and go back to the office to get the hard drive to copy the drawings.

Just as he turned around, Aisente suddenly called out to him:
"You've found a very good technical service provider this time. If you do a good job on this project, I'll give you priority for the next promotion."

The sudden good news made Rastello dizzy. He turned around in a daze, bowed deeply to Aisente, then turned around in a daze and left.

The door closed, and Aisente took out a new funding application form from the drawer and filled it out radiantly:

"The technical service provider worked tirelessly to come up with a design plan in a very short time."

"They risked their lives, so I can't let them suffer any loss."

"Add another 100 million in funding."

"Adding to the original 200 million, the net profit will be 280 million."

"Perfect!"

In just over ten minutes, a brand new funding application form appeared in his hands. After looking at the reasons for the application and the amount of funding, Aisen was very satisfied.

He took a folder and put the funding application form into it. Then, the logistics chief of Smith Marine Barracks walked out of the office happily, holding the folder.

As soon as he walked out of the office, he found that the atmosphere outside seemed to be wrong.

The soldiers in the barracks seemed to be packing their luggage, as if they were about to go out.

Seeing this, Aisente suddenly panicked.

This is not a good idea.

If this gets out, who will sign the 100 million order in my hand?
If the order is not signed, how can I make money?

How do the generals above divide the money?

Thinking of this, Aisent couldn't help but quicken his pace and ran towards the camp's combat command center.

God helps those who work hard. In front of the gate of the combat command center, he caught the camp commander, Brigadier General Merck.

The application form was handed over. Brigadier General Merck looked at the $100 million on the form, blinked, and signed his name without saying a word.

After getting the application form back, Aisente tucked it under his arm and asked curiously:
"This is……"

"Prepare to deploy defenses at Diego Garcia base."

"Digo Garcia Base?" Essent was stunned, not understanding why they suddenly had to set up defenses here.

Diego Garcia Air Base, located in the Chagos Archipelago in the central Indian Ocean, is the largest island in the archipelago, with an area of ​​approximately 27 square kilometers. It is a military base that America acquired from England.

The archipelago is located in the center of the Indian Ocean. To the west, it can control the Persian Gulf, to the east, it can control the Strait of Malacca, and to the southwest, it can control the east coast of Africa.

Diego Garcia's most common mission was to bomb the Middle East.

and so……

"Is there a mission in the Central Theater Command?" Aisent asked. After asking, he carefully looked at Brigadier General Merck's face.

Brigadier General Merck looked at the soldiers in the distance and nodded slightly:
"Directives from Washington, in light of the horrific attacks on our soldiers in Iraq."

"Therefore, the plan to withdraw from Iraq has been temporarily canceled, and the European and Pacific theaters will send some ground forces to support the Central Theater."

"We must pull out those damn terrorists, skin them alive, and kill them all."

When he heard that there was trouble in Iraq again, Aisen felt both envious and regretful.

I envy him because he is a logistics officer.

Once the war begins, huge amounts of supplies will pass through the logistics officers' hands every day.

But war is a very dynamic thing, with back and forth movements and the situation changing rapidly. No one can predict whether the supplies shipped in today will be robbed or suddenly lost.

Or, by the time the supplies arrived at the camp, the camp had already moved.

This batch of supplies can only be left where it is.

On the list, I can only sign "regretful loss".

Unfortunately, it’s because he is afraid of death.

Between money and his life, he would decisively choose his life.

Swallowing his saliva lightly and suppressing the envy in his heart, Aisente asked softly:

“Will the people at home agree?”

Merck shook his head slightly, lowered his head, and said with a wry smile:
"The Iraqi terrorists have done us a great service this time."

"When those photos from the Central Theater Command were transmitted back to China, major domestic newspapers and news media rushed to report on them."

“At the beginning, there were two factions.”

"Now there are only radicals and conservatives left." Seeing Eisenter looking a little confused from the corner of his eye, Merck explained naturally:
"The radicals feel they have to march on Baghdad now and take control of Iraq."

"For conservatives, they think we should emulate the westward expansion of America."

At this point, Merck noticed that the army not far away had already assembled, and patted Aisente on the shoulder: "Remember to give me my share."

After leaving these words, he put the hat on his head and strode towards the assembled army.

Only Essent was left there confused. He had received an elite education and naturally knew the history of the founding of America.

Westward Movement...

That damn.

Forget it, it’s none of my business.

It’s better to submit the application form first and get the 100 million first.

On the way back, he took out his cell phone and edited a message in the chat group.

[I'm busy with the Marine Corps deployment to Diego Garcia lately, so I'll have to delay your payment for a few days.]

At the same time, in Qatar, the front-line command of the Central Theater of America.

Deputy Commander Kelvin held up a document and excitedly shouted to the staff in front of him:

"Young children, it's time for you to make achievements."

"This is an order from Washington."

"There is only one instruction, and that is to return the favor."

This simple sentence made the young staff officers present gasp.

While they gasped, they couldn't help but get excited.

This simple instruction contains only one meaning, that is, at all costs, take action, take action, and take action hard.

In other words, the attacks of the past few days were just appetizers, and now the real blow is coming.

As long as they can command this war well, they will be able to gain enough qualifications. With the promotion of Lieutenant General Kelvin, they will soon be able to become CEOs, marry beautiful and wealthy women, and reach the peak of their lives.

Noticing that the eyes of the young people in front of him were focused on the instructions, Kelvin naturally opened the file and displayed the contents.

After these young people had finished reading, he said loudly:

"Now, I begin the deployment mission."

As he spoke, he walked to the sand table, picked up the pole on the sand table, and pointed at cities one after another:
"I plan to divide the entire plan into three steps."

"The current situation is that the Marines deployed to Hawaii have departed a short time ago and will be temporarily deployed to Diego Garcia Air Force Base."

"The Mediterranean fleet is also moving towards the Red Sea."

"In the European theater, our friendly forces are also preparing to board the plane."

"My first step is to wait for the arrival of friendly forces and infantry, and then use absolute force to sever the links between the various Iraqi provinces."

"Cut off the possibility of these terrorists fleeing each other."

“Once step 1 is completed, it’s step 2.”

The small stick in Kelvin's hand changed from a light tap to a sweep as he moved.

The small pole slowly swept across the Iraqi sand table, and all the small flags that were originally standing were swept over on the sand table.

Kelvin also spoke the words of explanation at this time:
"Step 2 is the mop-up."

"We used a crude method, pulling all the people out and checking them bit by bit."

"This method is rather clumsy, but it tests the commander the most."

"Because if we are not careful, we could be attacked by terrorists, causing huge casualties."

"So at this stage, you must keep in touch with the front line at all times to prevent any accidents."

When Kelvin was sweeping the flag with a small pole, he was doing it with great enthusiasm.

After sweeping, he picked up the small flags and put them back on the sand table:

"Fortunately, our main targets are only a few provinces in the north. There aren't many residential areas there, so even a dragnet search wouldn't be that troublesome."

After inserting the last flag back onto the sand table, he turned around, looked at the staff officers with a serious expression, and said softly:
"The third step, which is the most difficult step, is how to prevent these people from becoming terrorists again."

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the command center became solemn.

Everyone present knew why these people became terrorists and how to prevent them from becoming terrorists.

But the problem is that the interests of these people conflict with one's own interests.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

For the sake of our own interests, we can only let these people suffer a little bit of bad luck.

Everyone knew it in their hearts, but no one spoke up about it.

After all, everyone at the scene followed Kelvin's lead.

No matter what, the final decision will be made by Kelvin.

Finally, all eyes turned to Kelvin again.

However, what no one expected was that the lieutenant general simply nodded and said something that was enough to shatter their three views:

"The best way to prevent them from becoming terrorists again is to send them to death."

"No matter whether you are a man or a woman, old or young, wherever those terrorists are, no one will be left alive."

"Kill them all, one by one."

"If all the big and small ones are dead, there will be no more terrorists coming forward."

"Understand?"

After these words were spoken, several younger staff officers could not help but take a step back, looking at their leader in disbelief.

Is it possible to say this?
Even if you can do it, you can't just say it out loud!

Noticing their surprised looks, Kelvin waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"I'm going to let the Australian army handle this. What you need to do is to find a way to block all outside attention and divert everyone's attention when implementing this third step."

"Cover the Australian Army to get this done."

After a few seconds, he emphasized again: "Even our internal staff cannot be allowed to know."

After emphasizing this, he looked directly at these young people and asked:

"Can it be done?"

The younger staff officers did not answer immediately, but looked at each other and communicated with their eyes.

After a brief exchange, the group came up with an answer, then nodded heavily and answered in unison:

"can!"

After getting the answer, Kelvin turned around, picked up the small pole beside him, and gently knocked on Mosul:
"In this case, our first step will be to start in Mosul, Nineveh Province."

"First, divide Mosul up, first pull out all the people those guys are hiding in there, and kill them all."

"Kill them, and those guys will lose their eyes. The next step will be easier to operate."

Kelvin stood in front of the sand table and spoke, while the young staff officers stood beside him, recording the orders and providing some new ideas as supplements.

In less than half an hour, the plan to cut off Mosul was completed.

After repeated confirmation to make sure there were no omissions and that the plan was feasible, the relevant plans were disassembled and sent to different bases according to different needs.

(End of this chapter)