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The air in the Oval Office of the White House almost froze.

Outside the window was the gray sky of Washington, D.C., but the room was like a volcano about to erupt.

President Howell's face flushed red, and he slammed his fists on the oak table, making a deafening sound.

The officials stood aside, no one dared to speak, only the documents rustled in their trembling hands.

"Football-proof? You're telling me the Red Light Plan is foolproof?"

Howell roared, his voice seeming to be squeezed out from deep in his chest.

"Now the front pages of European newspapers are all about the mushroom bombs we planted on their borders!"

“Those damn details, details that even I didn’t know, now the whole world knows!”

National Security Advisor Hamilton stood in the corner, his face pale.

CIA Director Blake lowered his head silently, not daring to look the president in the eye.

The atmosphere in the office was so tense that even the air seemed to carry electricity.

“What on earth are these useless people in the CIA doing?”

Howell picked up the crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it against the wall. Glass fragments flew everywhere and no one dared to pick them up.

"We allocate billions of dollars to you every year, and you can't even catch a single spy?"

"Who is this Odysseus? Who can tell me? Who can tell me?"

Chief Black finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Mr. President, we are working tirelessly to investigate Odysseus's identity and background."

"Preliminary judgment is that he may be a Russian agent, or a Pole instructed by the Russians."

"Then catch him! Cut him into pieces!"

Howell grabbed the file bag on the desk and the documents inside were scattered all over the floor.

"Should I follow the example of that old fox Joseph and start a big purge?"

"Send all of you good-for-nothings to Alaska to mine?"

Vice President Wilson coughed lightly at this time.

"Mr. President, the most urgent issue right now is not internal accountability, but how to deal with the international public opinion crisis."

"Large-scale protests have begun in various European countries, with protesters in London, Paris and Brussels exceeding 100,000..."

Howell turned around suddenly, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Isn't it just a few ordinary people who died? Is there any need to make such a fuss?"

"Don't those Europeans know that we are doing this solely to protect them?"

"To prevent the Russian tanks from invading our borders? We are their protectors, and now they are biting us back!"

Secretary of State Wilkins stepped forward, his voice low and calm, like an anchor in a storm.

"Mr. President, a purge now will only tear the government apart. Those European countries demand an explanation, and we need to change public opinion quickly."

"How?" Howell narrowed his eyes.

“Use the power of the media to muddy the waters.”

Wilkins walked over to the conference table.

"I've spoken with several senior executives from mainstream media outlets. Starting tomorrow, they will publish editorials questioning the authenticity of this so-called 'evidence' and suggesting it may be a carefully orchestrated frame-up by the Russians."

"It's a Russian frame-up, that's good." Howell nodded, his expression slightly relieved.

General Reynolds, the Pentagon's Chief of Joint Staff, added.

"At the same time, we can disclose some intelligence about Russia's secret military bases in Eastern Europe to divert public attention."

"Let them understand that it is precisely because of the threat posed by the Russian bear that we have to take extraordinary measures."

Press spokesman Dukes took over.

"We can also emphasize that those mushroom devices were only a deterrent and were never intended to be used. They were triggered by Russian spies with the sole purpose of undermining unity within the NATO alliance."

"Even if we can't completely shift the blame to the bear,"

Intelligence analyst Morrison added.

"We must at least convince the public that these explosions were accidents, unintentional mistakes on our part, and not premeditated."

Everyone was talking at once, and the White House crisis public relations team began to form a response strategy.

However, Finance Minister Green, who was sitting next to him, frowned.

"Everyone, don't forget there is another issue: European economic sanctions."

"Preliminary estimates suggest that if major European countries impose joint sanctions, our GDP will fall by at least 3% and the unemployment rate may climb by 2 percentage points."

"Damn economic sanctions!" Howell suddenly stood up from his chair. "Since these European countries are shameless, then we don't need to give them face!"

"From now on, any country that continues to pursue this matter will be an enemy of the Eagle Sauce!"

"Mr. President," Wilkins tried to dissuade, "perhaps a proper compromise and apology can—"

"Apologize?" Howell interrupted him. "Apologizing will only make people think that the Eagle Sauce is weak and can be bullied!"

"We must be tough. Tell those European journalists that from now on, they are prohibited from reporting on this matter. If any media continues to hype this up, we will freeze their assets in the United States!"

"You mean...implementing news censorship?" Press spokesman Dukes asked cautiously.

"It's not just news censorship." Howell's eyes flashed dangerously. "Tell those European countries that if they dare to sanction us because of this, we will immediately stop all economic aid and withdraw our troops, leaving them to face the threat of the Soviet Union on their own!"

The room was silent. Wilkins and Wilson exchanged a worried look.

"Let those Europeans not forget," Howell continued to roar, "who saved them from the Hans? Who gave them post-war aid and helped them rebuild their country?"

"It's us! It's the Eagle Sauce! Now that a little accident has happened, they've turned their backs on us. What ungrateful bastards!"

"Mr. President," Pentagon representative General Kevinson said cautiously, "we must consider the geopolitical consequences. If we handle this improperly, Russia and China will use this opportunity to win over European countries."

"Especially the Dragon Kingdom, they have already demonstrated their astonishing military strength in the Battle of Stalingrad."

Howell was silent for a moment, his eyes becoming sinister.

"Have the CIA initiate Project Blue Ghost."

Chief Black's head shot up, shock written all over his face.

"Mr. President, the 'Blue Ghost' program has not yet been approved by Congress. It involves covert operations against dignitaries from multiple countries."

“I don’t care about Congressional approval!”

Howell slammed the table and stood up.

"These are extraordinary times! If those European politicians don't appreciate our kindness, let them experience the consequences of offending the Eagle Sauce!"

"Blake, you are personally responsible for this plan and will ensure it is foolproof—this time, it really is foolproof!"

Blake nodded silently, his face pale as paper.

"And," Howell turned to the Secretary of the Treasury, "start the second phase of the 'bread basket' plan."

"Since they want to play hardball with us, let's let them know that without food aid from the US, Europeans won't even have enough to eat!"

Finance Minister Green hesitated and said, "Mr. President, Longguo has already defeated us in the food war. Their hybrid rice technology—"

"Shut up!" Howell roared. "I don't want to hear about Dragon Country's bullshit technology! Tell the Ministry of Agriculture and the four major grain traders to lower international grain prices at all costs, so that those countries that rely on grain imports will come back to us on their knees and beg us!"

Defense Secretary Smith finally spoke: "Mr. President, we still need a backup plan."

“If all diplomatic and economic means fail, should military options be on the table?”

Howell's eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous.

"Of course, Smith. Get the Pentagon ready for Operation Thunderbolt."

"If those European nations dare to ally with Russia and China, they will pay the price for their betrayal. Tell General MacArthur to prepare his troops to return to the European battlefield at any time."

The atmosphere in the conference room became even more suffocating. Several senior officials exchanged worried glances, but no one dared to openly oppose the president's furious decision.

“I want the whole world to know,”

Howell stood at the window, his back to everyone, his voice filled with cold determination.

“No one can challenge the authority of the Eagle Sauce, no one!”