Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

In a secret office in the Kremlin, the flames in the fireplace danced, casting the figures of Joseph and Perseus on the wall, distorting and stretching them like two ghosts plotting something that could subvert the world.

"Comrade Perseus, what do you think? Can we take this opportunity and do something?"

Joseph's voice was low and seductive, breaking the silence in the office.

"After all, what the world needs is not lies, but the truth, right?"

A gleam of light flashed in Perseus' eyes, and he instantly understood the profound meaning behind the Supreme Leader's words.

The KGB's ace agent's brain was working as fast as the most sophisticated computer, and the outline of a bold plan that would plunge the entire Western world into chaos began to take shape in his mind.

"Comrade General Secretary, what do you mean...?"

Perseus asked tentatively, his voice maintaining the calmness of a professional agent, but his heart was already turbulent.

The corners of Joseph's mouth curled up into a smile as cold as the Siberian wind.

He sat back in the armchair and picked up the extinguished pipe, but did not light it. He just played with it in his hands, as if he was playing with the fate of the entire Eagle Sauce.

"Since we already know the full story behind this so-called 'assassination,'" Joseph's tone was eerily calm, yet every word revealed a chilling calculation. "Then why don't we take advantage of the situation?"

He raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a hawk, and looked directly at Perseus.

"Think about it, Comrade Perseus. If we were to reveal all the details of this operation—the conspiracy of those senators, generals, and financial representatives, the specially made tranquilizer bullet, the poor scapegoat—"

"If all of this is made public, do you think the ordinary Americans who have been kept in the dark will understand the 'good intentions' of these elites, or will they completely stand in opposition to them?"

Perseus' heart skipped a beat.

He imagined the scene: the truth spread to every corner of the United States through newspapers, radio and the emerging television media.

The people discovered that the president they loved deeply and whose "unfortunate death" was being mourned by the whole country was actually "murdered" by the elite of his own country.

They found themselves being used as pawns in a dirty political deal.

The anger of being deceived and betrayed will erupt like a volcano!

"The resulting massive turmoil," Joseph's voice was like a devil's whisper, full of allure, "will likely tear Eagle Sauce society apart and drag them into the abyss of civil strife. The collapse of trust is more deadly than any external blow."

Perseus nodded slowly, completely agreeing with the General Secretary's judgment.

If this plan succeeds, its power will be no less than dropping a spiritual atomic bomb on the United States.

But he quickly regained his composure and raised a key execution challenge.

"Comrade General Secretary, your plan is brilliant. Technically, this isn't difficult to accomplish. We have sufficient evidence and channels to make the truth public."

“But the question is, who is going to do this?”

He frowned and analyzed, "If this were revealed by our country, even if we produced a lot of irrefutable evidence, the people and government of the United States would immediately label it as 'malicious slander by a hostile country' and a 'plot to sow discord.'"

"Their propaganda machine will go into full gear, drowning our 'truth' in a sea of ​​lies. The effect will be greatly reduced."

"If it is revealed by some third-party organization, such as a European news organization, or a so-called 'independent investigative journalist',"

He continued.

"It would appear unprofessional and lack sufficient credibility. The US government could easily dismiss it as a 'rumor from an unknown source,' which would also fail to inflict a fatal blow."

The office fell silent again. The question raised by Perseus was indeed the biggest obstacle to the implementation of this plan.

Who will play the role of the "whistleblower" who reveals the truth so that the American people will believe it and detonate the bomb that can tear their society apart?

Just as Perseus was racking his brains to think of a solution, Joseph once again showed that confident and cold smile.

"Comrade Perseus, your concerns are justified."

He slowly placed his pipe on the table, a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Since we can't do this ourselves, and other third parties aren't trustworthy enough... then why not let President Howell do it himself?"

"If he were to reveal this conspiracy to the world himself, would anyone still doubt it?"

"Let Howell do it himself?" Perseus was completely stunned. He couldn't understand the General Secretary's thinking at all.

Isn't Howell lying in the hospital now, in a state of "serious injury and coma"? How could he possibly expose the conspiracy himself?

"Comrade General Secretary, what do you mean...?"

For the first time, a look of genuine confusion appeared on Perseus' face.

There was a glint of genius in Joseph's eyes that bordered on madness.

He stood up, walked to Perseus, put his hands on his shoulders, and spoke in a low and powerful voice, full of unquestionable command:

"When you return to Eagle Sauce, immediately activate all our sleeper agent networks within Eagle Sauce! 'Seagull', 'Polaris', 'Hunter'... all the highest-level dormant agents, wake them all up! Give them a top-priority mission—"

"Get Howell out of that damn military hospital at any cost!"

The boldness and madness of this order made even an ace agent like Perseus feel terrified.

Kidnapping a "sitting" president from the most heavily guarded military hospital in the United States?

This is something that only appears in movies!

"Comrade General Secretary, this... this is too risky!" Perseus couldn't help but exclaim, "That hospital is definitely surrounded by the Secret Service and the military. Our agents are likely to be wiped out!"

"I said, at any cost!"

Joseph's eyes became unusually firm, even a little cold.

"The purpose of those agents' existence is to sacrifice themselves for their country at the critical moment. Now is that critical moment!"

"If I can trade the lives of dozens of agents for decades of civil unrest and decline in the Eagle Sauce, this deal is a steal!"