My liver skills in the military camp

After hanging up the phone, Webmaster Ye did not forget to say a few words of emotion to Zhang Tao.

"Where did this idiot come from?"

"Oh no! This is a kind person!"

"You know I'm bored, so you're going to have fun on the pole to pass the time?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tao immediately pretended to be serious and echoed to Stationmaster Ye.

"You know they are good people, why don't you thank them?"

"How rude!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After the words fell, Stationmaster Ye and Zhang Tao looked at each other and laughed in unison.

The bright office was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

As the saying goes, "Some people are happy and some are sad."

In this world, there are always opposites.

A smile does not appear out of thin air, it just moves from one person's face to another person's face.

Such as now.

On the other side, after Webmaster Ye hung up the phone.

Jones and others, who were beaming just a few minutes ago, suddenly had dull expressions on their faces.

The originally bustling office suddenly became dead silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

"Dudududu"

Listening to the cold blind voice that kept coming from the phone.

Jones suddenly felt as if he had fallen into the abyss of the Arctic Ocean, freezing to the bone.

"Sir."

"What did he mean when he said this?"

"What does it mean to thank us for our wonderful performance."

After seeing Stationmaster Ye hang up the phone, Jones fell into a state of petrification and did not say anything for a long time.

After Jones' subordinates thought about it for a moment, they finally bit the bullet and asked a few questions.

After hearing his subordinate's inquiry, Jones came back from his daze and controlled himself to speak as calmly as possible.

"Don't worry about it so much now."

“Go check the news, especially the news released today”

"Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

At the end of the sentence, Jones realized that his trembling voice had betrayed his panic at the moment, so he stopped hiding it and his tone turned into a hysterical roar!

"Yes Yes!"

The results did not wait for Jones' subordinates to take action.

The phone in Jones' hand rang rapidly again.

In an instant, everyone's eyes in the office were focused on the "reliable" fruit-brand mobile phone in Jones' hand, which was manufactured by the Divine Beast Company.

"Gudong."

Swallowing nervously, Jones closed his eyes and answered the phone as if resigned to his fate.

"Sir, I'm Jones"

Before Jones could finish speaking, a furious roar filled with incompetence and fury came from the phone!

"I know you're Jones!"

"I also know that you are a once-in-a-lifetime idiot!"

"Tell me! How did the photos and video materials of the accident scene spread?"

As soon as these words came out, Jones suddenly broke into a cold sweat!

Apart from their own people, the only one who had arrived at the crash site was Station Commander Ye with Jones's approval!

The answer is ready to come out!

"Sir, I."

"I actually asked my neighbor to help guard the accident scene for a while."

"But I didn't expect that either."

At the end of the sentence, Jones, a tall man of 1.9 meters, was already choked with sobs, and his tone was filled with endless anger and aggrievedness!

In fact, in this matter, we really can’t blame Jones for his arrangement!

Jones's original plan was to let Station Commander Ye bring people to get involved in this matter.

In this way, no matter how things develop in the future, Jones will still have the option of dragging the webmaster into the water and diverting attention.

For example, the F16 engine, black box, etc. are "inexplicably" missing, etc.

Even if nothing was lost, one could easily point out that Webmaster Ye had brought people to the scene of the accident and was suspected of "destroying evidence."

But who would have thought that the surface-to-air missile that shot down the F16 was the Hawk-chan family's own missile?

Who cares about F16?

Who could Jones talk to for reason?

But Jones' commander would not give Jones so many opportunities to explain.

All he needs is to find a scapegoat to get himself out of this whirlpool.

"What didn't you expect?"

"I never thought you were actually a stupid pig? Taking the initiative to send information to others?"

"I tell you, you must bear full responsibility for this accident!"

As soon as these words came out, Jones' originally aggrieved expression suddenly froze!

After a while, Jones slowly straightened up, and the expression on his face became extremely cold!

Jones was drinking red wine and singing songs in the base, enjoying life happily.

Inexplicably, they were bombarded with cannons, and one of the F16s sent out was shot down by their own missiles.

Jones was full of grievances, who could he talk to?

Now he was scolded by his superiors, and the blame was placed on himself.

The clay figurine is still angry, let alone the arrogant Jones?

Seeing that the other party was obviously planning to abandon him, Jones suddenly became heartbroken and asked aggressively.

"Okay, then consider me responsible!"

"May I ask, sir, the culprit who allowed the Patriots to escape and target our aircraft!"

"What's the responsibility?"

If Jones dares to ask this question, it means that he has already begun to plan to break the pot.

If you don’t let me do well, then everyone will stop thinking about it!

But he obviously underestimated the shamelessness of his commander!

Listening to Jones' desperate questioning, a very surprised voice suddenly came from the phone.

"Patriot? What patriot?"

"When did the missile that shot down our F16 become a patriot?"

"Jones, you don't believe the news next door, do you?"

"No, no, no, what they said doesn't count."

"Isn't it?"

Even if the clear evidence is already in front of you.

Jones's commander still wanted to strongly deny that the "Patriot" missile was missed.

After all, the F16 was destroyed. This can only be said to be a bit embarrassing, but the impact is not that big. Yingjiang is still the same Yingjiang.

But if it is the "Patriot" missile matter, once it is confirmed,

Some things cannot be called four or two.

Even if it weighs one thousand pounds, it can’t be weighed!

Pull out the radish and bring out the mud. In the end, no one will think about it!

In order to prevent the situation from continuing to expand, Jones has become an inevitable victim.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

“Good news next door is nothing”

Before Jones could finish speaking, the reporter opposite Jones suddenly picked up his phone and showed a very shocked, even horrified expression!

"Clang!"

Maybe it’s because the content on the phone is too impactful.

The reporter lost his grip and dropped the phone heavily to the ground, attracting Jones' attention.

Seeing the reporter's expression that was even more outrageous than "I've seen ghosts in a hundred days", Jones suddenly had a guess in his mind.

Leaning over to pick up the phone, Jones' eyes were immediately greeted by rows of eye-catching news headlines!

【Shock! The drifting path of the "Patriot" missile! 】

[Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality? On the first close contact between the "Patriot" missile and the F16! 】

Is this all your nonsense?

Put aside these headlines that are full of gimmicks to attract attention.

Jones quickly discovered the point of the news.

After a moment, a smile suddenly appeared on Jones' face.

Very happy, as if a great revenge has been avenged, a smile!

"Dear Sir."

"You said the news next door is not worthy of belief."

"May I ask what the user of this Patriot missile has to say."

"Should I believe it?"

Jones’ commander: “???”

"Nani?!"

In an instant, Jones and others staged a "dog eats dog" farce.

Everyone wants to stay safe in this farce.

But no one can truly stay out of this "accident".

How ridiculous.

"Tsk, tsk."

"First it went to Europe, and then it was sold by Yingjiang and people in Europe."

"Finally, it came to Africa and was used on the F16."

"Is this him? If these veterans hadn't admitted it themselves, I wouldn't have believed such an experience!"

"You're crossing oceans and climbing mountains, so why don't you write 'A Patriot's Drifting' instead?"

Half an hour later, the refreshed webmaster Ye was in the base, commenting on the big news released by the group of shoeless old men next door.

The classic "comedy" of the year belongs to it.

Seeing each of these more attractive titles, Webmaster Ye felt that his food became more delicious.

Eagle sauce makes this fun.

What a great meal!

Of course, there are also some "reflective" comments such as "The Patriot missile has finally proven its strength. When will we have a missile that can shoot down the F16?"

It's like eating a delicious meal when a foul-smelling fly suddenly flies in.

Every time he sees these news, the cheerful webmaster Ye always frowns, clicks on a report, takes a screenshot, and sends it to Chi Weidong, whom he has not seen for a long time, to see if he can improve his performance. .”

When Zhang Tao, who was holding a water glass at the side, saw this, he also said cheerfully.

"Hingjiang is indeed a country that likes to do business."

“I’m so crazy about money!”

"How dare you use active equipment or highly deterrent anti-aircraft missiles?"

"Return it to him? He wants to throw dirty water on us, bah!"

Zhang Tao's attitude is not unique.

To be precise, after these shoeless old guys released the news.

He has always been tough-talking and has never "given up" to Yingjiang, and he has become the laughing stock of the whole world!

Did our own missiles shoot down our own aircraft?

Um! It’s very similar to what Eagle Sauce can do!

Not to mention that Yingjiang previously issued a series of denials and statements in an attempt to muddy the waters, and it was too late to withdraw them!

Now, each of these statements has turned into a loud slap, slapped hard on Ying Jiang's own face!

Seeing Zhang Tao's extremely indignant look, Stationmaster Ye suddenly laughed and said in a mean tone.

"Old Zhang."

"Tell me if I call the next door at this time."

"Ask them if they still have plans to sell Patriot missiles. We can import a few sets."

"How do you think they would react?"

Listening to Station Master Ye's "murderous and heart-breaking" remarks, Zhang Tao suddenly couldn't help laughing and said.

"You still expect the next door to answer your call?"

"Don't you want to live a few more years?"

"Huh? Hahahaha!"

After a lot of entertainment, Zhang Tao suddenly stopped smiling and asked Stationmaster Ye thoughtfully.

"Old Ye, tell me."

"What will be their next reaction?"

"Should you continue to swallow your anger, or..."

Before Zhang Tao could finish speaking, Webmaster Ye waved his hand and asserted with great certainty!

"No matter what they do next."

"But they will never continue to act cowardly!"

"If it's just that the F16 was shot down, that's it."

"They can use the excuse of 'training accident' to excuse it, or even criticize it in return."

"But now, the F16 matter is no longer important."

"The important thing is the 'Patriot' missile, the problem of improper protection!"

"If this matter is dug deeper, there will be too many things involved. It can be said to be their lifeblood!"

"They will definitely find a way to divert their attention!"

Speaking of this, Stationmaster Ye suddenly became tense and warned Zhang Tao seriously.

"No matter what they choose, you and I, who are abroad, need to prepare early!"

"Um!"

Listening to Webmaster Ye's very profound analysis, Zhang Tao immediately nodded in approval.

"That's the truth."

"As the saying goes, be prepared for any disaster. No matter what they want to do, we just need to be prepared!"

After agreeing with Webmaster Ye's point of view, Zhang Tao changed his mind and asked Webmaster Ye tentatively.

"Old Ye, do you want to report what you just said to the chief?"

Hearing this, Stationmaster Ye thought for a moment and nodded in approval.

"It's time to report!"

"The chief should have anticipated this situation and probably has countermeasures already in place."

At the same time, somewhere on the world-famous "vacation" island of Eagle Sauce.

"President, things can't be suppressed anymore."

"News travels so fast, and..."

Seeing that his subordinate started to hesitate in his tone, the blond white man who was sunbathing on the beach immediately put down the wine glass in his hand and spoke with some displeasure.

"go on."

"yes"

A few simple words seemed to carry a great sense of oppression, causing the subordinates to break out in a cold sweat.

"And among our own people, there are also people who contributed to the spread of this news."

"You know that 90% of the media in the world have the shadow of 'those people' behind them."

"There was no nod from them, or it was acquiescence."

"There's no way this thing could spread so fast."

"Now there is a loud voice, and they have raised the issue of auditing again."

"alright."

"I see."

The blond man suddenly stood up and drank the red wine in the tray.

"A bunch of stupid scum."

"At this point, you are still thinking of causing trouble for me."

"Forget it, we'll talk about these things later."

"Use some means to cover up the impact of this matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, the subordinate who had been timidly frowned, considered for a moment, and then asked cautiously.

"President, what do you mean?"

The blond man had already walked away and was walking towards the seaside.

After a while, a faint word came to the ears of his subordinates along with the sea breeze.

"The old way."

Just one update today. No need to wait, brothers, go to bed early.