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

Perseus was silent.

He knew that on the strategic chessboard of the supreme leader, they, the agents, were just pawns that could be sacrificed at any time.

He took a deep breath, suppressed all his doubts and fears, and regained the calmness of a professional agent.

"I understand, Comrade General Secretary. I will personally direct this operation."

Joseph nodded with satisfaction, but his plan was far from over.

"After rescuing Howell, immediately and secretly transfer him to a safe house we have prepared at the Canadian or Mexican border."

"Our top medical team is waiting for him there. Your mission is to cure him at all costs and restore his consciousness and ability to think."

"And then?" Perseus asked.

Joseph's lips curled up into that cold smile again, his eyes filled with mischievous pleasure: "When he wakes up, the real show will begin."

He paced slowly, as if rehearsing every next scene in his mind.

"You must not reveal your identities. You must pretend to be the FBI's special investigation team, a group of 'patriots' loyal to President Howell who are trying to find out the truth."

"Tell him that you risked your lives in a covert operation to rescue him from the clutches of those conspirators."

"We want him to believe that we are his saviors?"

Perseus quickly understood the key.

"Absolutely!" Joseph gave him an approving look. "Then, you must 'find' all the evidence we have—the recordings of the conspiracy between those congressmen and generals, the flow of funds, the personnel arrangements—everything, and present it to him."

"Let him see with his own eyes how his most trusted vice president, his most trusted general, and his closest political ally conspired to betray him, planned this 'assassination', and stole his presidency!"

Joseph's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Imagine, Comrade Perseus! A president who has been betrayed by those closest to him, stripped of his power, and believed dead by the whole world, what kind of emotions will fill his heart when he learns the truth?"

"Is it anger? Is it hatred? Or a mad desire for revenge?"

"He will become a wounded, cornered beast," Perseus whispered, fully understanding Joseph's plan. "He will be desperate for revenge, to uncover the truth and take back what is his."

"That's right!" Joseph clapped his hands vigorously. "Then you can naturally tell him that you have prepared everything for him."

"A camera, a secret, untraceable broadcast channel."

"What you have to do is make him sit in front of the camera and tell it everything he knows, including the anger and hatred in his heart!"

"Then," Joseph's voice became velvety, yet deadly toxic, "we will release this video to the world in the name of President Howell himself."

"Let this 'resurrected' president personally tell the American people and the whole world about the horrific conspiracy that happened to him!"

The office fell silent again.

Perseus's mind felt dizzy at the grandeur and ingenuity of this plan.

This plan is a perfect closed loop.

Exploiting the enemy's internal contradictions and using the enemy's hand to attack the enemy. Letting the betrayed president personally become the "whistleblower" to expose the conspiracy will make its authenticity and impact unmatched by any external exposure.

When the American people see their "deceased" president appear alive on the screen, tearfully accusing the vice president and members of Congress of despicable behavior, the entire country's social trust system will collapse in an instant.

No one would doubt that this was a conspiracy of the Russian bear anymore, because the whistleblower was the biggest victim of the incident - President Howell himself!

What will happen next? Political division, social unrest, popular protests, military mutiny...

The Eagle Sauce will be completely mired in internal strife and will no longer be able to care about global hegemony or containing the Russian bear.

They will be busy putting out the raging fire in their own country, and this fire will burn up all the national strength they have accumulated over the past few decades.

"Comrade General Secretary, you are truly a genius!" Perseus exclaimed heartfeltly. This was the first time he felt a feeling of near-reverence for his supreme leader. The depth and ruthlessness of this plan transcended any conventional intelligence operations, reaching the heights of art.

Joseph accepted the compliment calmly. He relit his pipe, took a deep drag, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Remember, Comrade Perseus," he exhaled slowly, exhaling a smoke ring, and warned, "Every detail of the operation must be perfect. The medical team must be top-notch to ensure Howell can think and speak clearly."

"The safe house must be absolutely secure and cannot be discovered by any intelligence agency of the United States. Comrades disguised as FBI agents must undergo the most rigorous training. From their words and deeds to their way of thinking, no flaws can be revealed."

"Most importantly," Joseph's eyes became extremely serious, "after Howell recorded that video, he had to...'accidentally' die again."

"This time, it's a real death. We can disguise it as a recurrence of injuries, or as an 'assassin' sent by the conspiracy group to kill him."

"In this way, he will become a true tragic hero who sacrificed himself to reveal the truth, and his words will be more convincing."

Perseus felt a chill in his heart again.

Every step of this plan is filled with cold and ruthless calculations. Howell, the hawkish president, will be exploited to the utmost in this plan. From birth to death, and even after death, he will become the sharpest knife in the hands of the Russian bear.

"I understand, Comrade General Secretary." Perseus stood up and saluted solemnly. "I will personally select the personnel and formulate the most thorough plan. Please rest assured that the second phase of Operation Morning Star will achieve even more brilliant results than the first."

Joseph nodded with satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He seemed to have seen the scene a few months later, with fires blazing across the United States, people taking to the streets, and the Capitol surrounded by angry crowds.

"Go, Comrade Perseus," he waved his hand, his voice filled with imperial majesty, "and carry out your mission. Bring back the 'dead president' and let him personally light the blazing fire that will bury his own country."

"History will remember your achievements, and the entire Red Front will be grateful for your dedication."

Perseus saluted again, then turned and left the office without hesitation.

His back disappeared behind the heavy door, like a ghost about to dive into the dark abyss to carry out a secret mission that could change the course of world history.

Joseph was the only one left in the office.

He walked to the window and looked out at the falling snow. The winter in Moscow was cold and long, but in his heart, an unprecedented, blazing fire was burning.

He knew that a golden opportunity was before him.

As long as he seizes this opportunity, he will be able to witness with his own eyes the powerful opponent he has fought all his life rot and collapse from the inside, and eventually turn into the dust of history.

"Howell..." He whispered the name, a cruel and satisfied smile on his lips, "Do you think your enemy is me? No, your real enemy is yourselves."

"It's your greedy, selfish, insatiable capitalist system."

"And I was just the one who gave you a gentle push, causing you to fall into the abyss faster."

The snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually covering the whole of Moscow.

Beneath this vast expanse of white silence, a massive conspiracy, enough to make the entire world tremble, is quietly brewing...