Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 88 General MacArthur
The oddly dressed middle-aged man in military uniform entered the carriage and sat down opposite Thomson with great familiarity.

He didn't say a word, but Thomson could feel the stern eyes behind those sunglasses scrutinizing him.

Those who don't know him might think this strangely dressed man in military uniform is a clown performing art.

But Thomson, who had spent decades in the military, knew that the person sitting across from him was a general who was famous throughout the upper echelons of power in the United States.

He was a living legend, almost a representative of the military region's face and glory.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Thomson had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to break the oppressive atmosphere.

"General MacArthur, I am truly sorry, I have disgraced the Union Army..."

MacArthur did not reply to these words, but simply took a slow puff of his pipe and exhaled the smoke out the window towards the front of the car.

Then he slowly began to speak:
“I saw your spoils and the damage they caused. You made the worst mistake a soldier can make: arrogance. But in that situation, no one would have fared any better.”

After saying this, he paused, looked at the dejected Thomson in front of him, and added:

“I will propose to Congress that you resign, and then you can retire comfortably in your hometown. I think your pension will be enough for you to live a comfortable life.”

After hearing these words, Thomson, who had been on tenterhooks, finally felt relieved.

Although he lost the official position he had worked so hard for most of his life, at least he didn't have to wait in prison to die of old age.

This is arguably the best possible outcome so far.

Thinking this, Thomson stood up and bowed deeply, his tone relaxed and grateful:

"Thank you, General MacArthur. I don't know how to express my gratitude."

MacArthur, who was puffing on his pipe, waved his hand dismissively:

"No need to thank me, you should thank yourself. It was your spoils that satisfied those people, which made things easier."

He paused here, as if he had been thinking about something:
“In the ancient land of Xin, there is an old saying, ‘A thousand pieces of gold to buy a horse’s bones.’ If you don’t gain anything from this, then next time, no one will work for the benefit of the Federation like you.”

After saying this, General MacArthur put his pipe in his mouth, put his hands on his knees, and stood up.

"Alright, go in peace. A verdict will be announced to the public in a few days, after which you can return to your hometown to enjoy your retirement."

After giving this brief explanation, MacArthur left with the same brisk pace he had taken upon arrival.

Thomson was left alone in the car, lost in thought.

……

At this time, the other side.

MacArthur left the carriage where the war criminals were being held and, with his adjutant, walked all the way to the center of the previous firefight.

Amidst a chorus of attention, salutes, and greetings of "Good day, sir!", we stood before the construction site, which appeared to have only recently begun.

Looking down at the battlefield, seven hours had passed since Thomson had expended half his troops and shot down the gray-white monster.

Several days earlier, a White House meeting had established a "Joint Mobilization Force for Extraordinary Events."

Some emergency construction materials and weaponry that were under consideration had already been delivered to General MacArthur, who had been away from the front lines for a long time.

Of course, he also temporarily assumed the role of commander-in-chief of this special unit.

Looking around, the equipment was clearly much more advanced than that of the previous batch of troops, as well as some equipment that only existed in the laboratory and could not be mass-produced.

MacArthur felt he had rediscovered some of the feeling he had when he led troops back in the day.

The road surface, now riddled with craters from the bombing, has been temporarily patched up so that some heavy tractors and armored vehicles can barely pass.

By this time, the surrounding battlefield had been completely cleared, and the wrecked vehicles had been piled up and would be harmlessly utilized as building materials and recyclables. Some seriously wounded soldiers had also been sent to nearby medical stations overnight.

After initial cleaning and tidying, the battlefield no longer resembled a farm at all.

Instead, the towering electrified barbed wire fence at the far end of the line of sight, along with the fully armed soldiers coming and going, made this place look more like a military base.

This was also MacArthur's original plan, or rather his purpose, to build this place into a permanent military base.

This farm is located in a remote suburb of Florida, with no large human towns within dozens of kilometers, and the terrain is flat and deserted.

These conditions are all highly conducive to the construction of military bases.

The reason why such locations were not developed in the past was simply that the importance of the location did not meet the requirements for the return on investment.

However, dozens of hours have passed since the earthquake, and various events and messages have already been transmitted to the Supreme Council in the fastest form in this digital age.

And based on the various materials and videos that Thomson had sent back earlier.

Clearly, the Federation currently has no means to destroy any of the anomalous substances.

The black frame on the ground, which has now been confirmed as a portal, is even more immobile.

Considering the secrecy and danger behind it, MacArthur's proposed military restricted area control plan was adopted during the discussions.

Subsequently, the five-star general, who was reinstated, led his elite troops, which had only been formed a few days prior, to the battlefield overnight.

Looking at the earthquake fissure area now, the excess soil has been removed, revealing the square, black frame on the surface.

The purple membrane at its center, rotating slowly, still constantly emits light and eerie mist particles.

Having learned from previous experience, some quick-drying cement piles had already been poured and formed.

A series of large, fixed machine guns, whose power could be discerned from the thickness of their barrels, were set up and aimed at the portal that had emerged from the ground.

Above the entire recessed area, a tough metal mesh made of special steel is supported by some quick-assembly steel frames.

Used to intercept floating monsters that may reappear, preventing them from rising or escaping.

Now it can be said that MacArthur was confident that his arrangements would prevent the same monster from reappearing.

Even if there is more than one.

He can achieve kills with zero casualties, and even capture them alive.

After all, the large machine covered by a curtain behind it was laboratory equipment that Trump had painstakingly mobilized after much effort.

Expensive, fragile, and bulky, but equally terrifying in power.

Let alone monsters, even if a Transformer were to emerge, it would be doomed.

However, due to its immense power, it is only used as a last resort in order to maintain the integrity of the sample to the greatest extent possible.

These arrangements also serve as layers of security for this rapidly under-construction military base.

Just looking at those buildings that are rapidly being erected like a steel forest gives one a sense of security.

However, General MacArthur never looked away from behind his sunglasses.

They paid no attention to the steel aesthetics of the industrial technology crystallization around them.

At this moment, he only occasionally puffed on his pipe, his eyes fixed on the bottom of the pit, on the teleportation portal that was protected by layers of defense.

The slowly rotating door reflected an ominous purple light in his sunglasses.

(End of this chapter)