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"I've spoken to your superior. You're now under my command, though you'll retain your current rank. My secretary, Catherine, will discuss the upcoming filming details with you."

General Brigham was secretly pleased. "Can't command you? You were betrayed by your superior long ago. Now you're just a pawn, a major with a rank but no substance, not worth mentioning."

"You can go out now."

Cage, who had been smiling just moments before, froze, his expression turning somewhat blank.

impossible!

What exactly is going on? Why was my command transferred to General Brigham? Why didn't my superiors in the U.S. military inform me beforehand before I left?

Did you forget? Impossible! How could you forget something so important!

There must be something wrong with this.

Is this a conspiracy against me, trying to make me take the blame?

That's right, that must be it. Just now you said that someone needs to take the blame. But I incited millions of people to participate in the war. Isn't it normal for the blame to fall on me?

At this moment, Cage was panicked. He had never received formal military training and had always been a civilian officer who had become a major by inciting the masses to join the army.

Sending him to the front lines to film would be suicide. Who would care about him when the fighting starts with the mimics?

Cage thought to himself, "Since you're so ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless too."

Standing up, he looked at General Brigham and said in a deep voice, "General, I have already mobilized millions of people to join your army. When the body bags are transported back home, someone will definitely have to take the blame. How do you think I should write it so that people won't criticize you? I don't think you want that, General."

General Brigham, sitting in his chair, was taken aback by these words, then his face darkened. "You've got some nerve, daring to threaten me on my turf?"

Don't you even know where you are right now!

"Are you threatening me, Major?"

General Brigham stood up from his seat. His tall figure was imposing, making Cage feel somewhat intimidated.

Oh no, I must have lost my mind just now.

How could I threaten the general on his own turf? Wouldn't that be courting death?

Cage quickly explained, "I just...don't want to go to the beach tomorrow to film those brave warriors' heroic feats."

General Brigham noticed Cage's panic and was quite pleased with his reaction.

But he certainly wouldn't let Cage off so easily; instead, he wanted to play a trick on him.

General Brigham approached Cage, his previously serious expression changing as he calmly looked at Cage and said, "You don't need to go tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Cage assumed that his threat had worked and that General Brigham had changed his mind.

"I'm glad we reached an agreement. General, if you don't mind, I'll be going now."

"Thank you."

Cage smiled, thinking he was saved, opened the office door, and walked out.

Cage hadn't even taken a few steps out the door.

General Brigham, watching Cage walk out of the office, suddenly spoke up, "Arrest him."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Cage turned sharply to look at General Brigham, his face filled with confusion.

But General Brigham offered no explanation and turned back to his seat.

Cage immediately sensed something was wrong. This smiling tiger was two-faced. If he didn't run now, he would be finished if he got caught.

Cage took off running towards the exit.

His first thought was to escape the Joint Defense Center headquarters, and once he found a safe place, he would definitely expose that old bastard, General Burrigham.

The two guards standing at the gate were initially bewildered when they heard the general's desperate order. The man had gone in perfectly fine a moment ago, so why did the general suddenly order them to arrest him?

Seeing Cage's reaction to running away, and given the general's orders, the two guards drew their Taser pistols and gave chase.

"Don't run."

"Don't run."

Cage pushed aside the person blocking his way and ran away without looking back.

Cage thought to himself with disdain, "Don't run, only an idiot wouldn't run."

"Step aside!"

The guards chasing behind shouted.

The three chased each other through the somewhat crowded corridor.

Just as he rounded a bend, a guard suddenly appeared in front of Cage, holding a Taser in both hands and pointing it at him.

Cage stopped in front of the guard, his heart filled with despair. He knew he was doomed and couldn't escape now.

The next moment, the guard pulled the trigger, and two darts shot out from the muzzle, with two copper wires connected to the ends of the darts.

The dart struck Cage's body, and an electric current flowed through the copper wire into Cage's body, paralyzing him and ultimately rendering him unable to move.

The last thing Cage saw before he lost consciousness was two approaching leather boots.

The guard approached Cage, who was lying on the ground, and kicked him to make sure he was unconscious before he felt relieved.

The three guards looked at Cage, and the two guards who came up behind him said, "Take him to the general's office. It's the general's order."

The three men carried Cage to the general's office and placed him on the ground.

"General, the man has been captured."

"Okay, cuff him, then you can leave."

"Yes, General."

A guard pulled out a pair of gleaming silver handcuffs from behind him and cuffed Cage's hands.

He then left the office.

......

A few minutes later, the blonde secretary, Catherine, walked into the office and was somewhat surprised to see Cage lying unconscious on the floor.

Catherine was puzzled. What was wrong with Major Cage? Why was he handcuffed? Had he offended the general?

But Catherine didn't dare ask too many questions, after all, she was just a secretary.

Naturally, I wouldn't offend the general for someone I'd just met.

"General, what is it?"

"Yes, Catherine, the filming plan with Major Cage that was arranged before will continue. As for Major Cage's position, just find someone to replace him."

"Yes, General."

"Also, give this Major Cage a new identity. Hmm... I think the identity of deserter is good. Send him to the recruit training base and have him participate in the first wave of attacks with the army tomorrow."

When General Brigham told Cage to participate in the first wave of attacks, Catherine was taken aback, then looked at Cage lying on the ground with some pity.

As General Brigham's secretary, Catherine arranged the people the general usually received, so she was naturally very familiar with Cage's identity.

Cage was a civilian employee who had never been to the battlefield. It was already dangerous enough to send him to the front lines to film, but now that he had offended the general, he went from filming to fighting on the front lines, which was practically a matter of life and death.

Although the propaganda claims that the armor can counter mimicry, that requires extensive training. Verdun Angel Rita is a complete exception, and Catherine believes that Cage has absolutely no chance of returning alive.

The propaganda is all exaggerated.

Anyone who studies journalism understands this.

The general planned to have Cage die on the front lines, then shift the blame for the large number of soldiers dying onto Cage, so that the general himself would not be criticized by the public and would not have to go to a military court.

In that case, Cage will have no choice but to take the blame.

Cage was unable to defend himself.

Dead people cannot speak.

"Yes, General, I will make the arrangements immediately."

"By the way, Catherine, is there any news about the person I asked you to find?"

"Not yet. I'm already looking for information about that person, and I've also used my connections in China to find out more."

"Yes, you must find out about that person as soon as possible, and report back to me immediately if you have any information! Okay, you can go now."

"Yes, General."

Catherine responded respectfully and then left the office.

General Brigham sat behind his desk, watching Catherine leave.

It took General Brigham quite a while to come to his senses after the door was closed.

Looking down at the computer on my left, I saw a surveillance video playing on the screen.

......

This morning, while General Brigham was in his office, he suddenly heard an alarm from the satellite monitoring system.

He was startled and quickly checked the satellite surveillance footage.

Satellite monitoring has always focused on the locations of beach battles, in order to prepare for unexpected events during the war and to observe the dynamic situation of the simulated battles. The monitoring of the beaches can be said to be uninterrupted 24 hours a day.

In satellite surveillance footage, a figure appeared out of nowhere on the beach.

The sudden appearance of the figure startled General Brigham, who assumed it was another alien creature.

After all, there have already been cases of mimicry-like alien creatures invading Earth, so it's not impossible for other alien creatures to appear as well.

However, that would truly bring many disasters to the Earth.

As the surveillance footage zoomed in, General Brigham could see the figure clearly. Judging from the figure's build, it appeared to be an Asian person, and the person was tall, so it was likely Chinese.

General Brigham breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that it wasn't an alien creature. Earth couldn't afford any more alien destruction.

He was quite puzzled as to why a Chinese person would suddenly appear on the beach.

Although the coalition forces will have Chinese troops to help attack the mimics, the Chinese person in the picture is clearly not a soldier.

He was wearing a black trench coat and appeared to be unarmed.

An ordinary person without any weapons would almost certainly die if they appeared on the simulated battlefield.

In addition, this person appeared out of nowhere on the beach.

From General Brigham's perspective, all of this seemed bizarre.

Just as General Brigham was pondering the man's identity, a mimic emerged from the sand in front of him in the surveillance footage.

The next moment, the mimic suddenly attacked the man again, just when General Brigham thought he was doomed.

The skeletal figure in the picture seemed to be blocked by something, unable to get any closer to the person.

Next, the mimicry in the scene attacks with its tentacles, but this is also blocked. Not only does the mimicry fail to harm the person, but its tentacles break off.

"How can this be!"

General Brigham's eyes widened; how could he not know the power of mimicry attacks?

In the numerous wars fought against mimicry in Europe, countless armored soldiers could not withstand the attacks of mimic tentacles; a single blow from a mimic could kill an armored soldier.

The person in the picture blocked the mimicry attack while standing still, and even injured the mimicry.

This Chinese man must be hiding a big secret.

General Brigham was eager to send men to capture the Chinese man and thoroughly investigate his secrets.

If we discover any secrets, we can not only win the beach battle but also withstand the mimicry attack.

Perhaps they can even launch a counterattack, eliminate the mimics, reclaim the European territory occupied by the mimics, or even wipe out all the mimics on Earth.

By then, General Brigham will be a hero to all mankind.

At that time, even a five-star general was nothing to him.

He will be loved by everyone.

He will receive the highest honor.

He will be remembered for all time!

Thinking of this, General Brigham's eyes burned with fervor as he looked at the Chinese man.

General Brigham calmed his inner turmoil and continued watching the surveillance footage, determined to find out the man's specific situation.

General Brigham's expression suddenly changed as he watched the surveillance footage, because more than thirty mimics suddenly emerged from the beach.

"What's going on! How can there be so many mimics in such a small area! This is completely different from the data obtained from surveillance."

General Brigham became increasingly suspicious. Didn't the intelligence say that there were only a few mimics on the beach?

He couldn't imagine how many mimics suddenly appeared in such a small area, especially considering how big the beach was.

If so many mimics appear in tomorrow's beach battle, then their coalition forces will undoubtedly be defeated.

The combined forces could be completely wiped out.

We must notify all parties in the coalition forces to cancel tomorrow's beach battle.

The thought had barely crossed General Brigham's mind when he dismissed it.

The beach battle was the last line of defense to prevent the mimicry from invading London.

If the allied forces withdraw, who will defend against the mimicry's attack? Without the army's resistance, the mimicry will advance unimpeded and directly enter London.

At that time, all of Europe's last hope will be lost.

What will become of General Brigham then? Will he have to live under someone else's roof?

It's impossible!

The beach battle tomorrow must be fought, no matter how many soldiers are sacrificed, we must fight it, even if it means sacrificing all our soldiers in the end.

In war, sacrifice is inevitable.

"What is this? Alien technology?"

General Brigham stared at the monitor screen, chin in hand, deep in thought.

Faced with an attack from more than thirty mimics simultaneously firing energy projectiles, a sphere actually emerged from the man's palm and transformed into a green shield.

General Brigham's eyes widened when he saw that the green shield had actually blocked the attack of thirty mimics at the same time.

He was shocked by the strength of the shield; such a thin shield could actually withstand the attack of thirty mimics.

Their tanks couldn't withstand such attacks from the mimicry; they would be torn to shreds in an instant.

In that instant, General Brigham believed that the sphere must be alien technology; there was no such weapon on Earth.

General Brigham was no longer surprised by the scene of the Chinese destroying more than thirty mimics; he was more shocked if the alien weapon couldn't instantly eliminate the mimics.

That kind of power is what he imagines for alien weapons.

After watching the entire surveillance footage, General Brigham remained unsettled for a long time. He lay back in his chair, imagining the scene of him leading humanity to defeat the mimic army after obtaining alien weapons.