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Infinite Strongest G
After realizing that her weak punches and kicks were utterly ineffective against this bastard, Lin Ruxian was left speechless.
Once Li Hong burrowed into the blankets, he shamelessly insisted on holding her to sleep, claiming it was too cold.
Lin Ruxian anxiously noticed that this guy was somewhat honest. Although his hands were not exactly still while holding her, at least he wasn't doing anything inappropriate in such a situation.
Seeing the relieved look in Lin Ruxian's eyes, Li Hong chuckled, "Do you think I'm stupid? With so many people around, I wouldn't go home and educate you!"
Lin Ruxian was furious, wishing she could bite this nonsense-spouting guy to death.
Though she couldn't drive him away, it was still fine to pinch him a little. In a fit of anger, Lin Ruxian mercilessly used her delicate fingers to leave a few marks on Li Hong's waist, causing him to cry out for mercy.
After the playful banter, Lin Ruxian obediently lay on Li Hong's chest, listening to the strong rhythm of his heartbeat.
Li Hong simply held Lin Ruxian close, staring blankly at the ceiling of the cabin without saying a word.
...
In Las Vegas, in front of the ruins of a hotel that had been blown to pieces, Jebed and Eagle Hook Nose Charlie turned pale as they listened to their subordinate report the casualty numbers. They both felt that things had gone terribly wrong.
With such an incident occurring, no matter how unwilling they were, they had no choice but to report truthfully to the White House. Now they could only hope that Mr. President would consider their past relationship and spare them from being sent to a military tribunal with no return.
The CIA had lost over five hundred elite agents in this operation.
This was the most severe loss they had suffered since World War II. Even the previous wars had not inflicted such heavy casualties on them.
With such a significant toll, someone had to be held accountable. Jebed and Eagle Hook Nose Charlie could already imagine the kind of hellish torment they were about to face.
Congress would not let them off the hook, nor would Mr. President. The CIA would not forgive their transgressions, and neither would the families of the more than five hundred agents.
At this point, they no longer hoped for a favorable outcome; their only wish was to avoid being sent to a military tribunal.
But unfortunately, it seemed they might not get their wish…
…
At three-thirty in the morning, the White House was enveloped in a serene silence.
The beloved Mr. President of America was nestled under warm blankets with his stunning supermodel wife, peacefully asleep.
Suddenly, a sharp and urgent phone ring shattered the tranquility of the room.
The first to wake was the supermodel wife. Rubbing her eyes, she picked up the phone and exchanged a few words with the person on the other end.
Soon, her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly nudged her husband awake.
“Darling, darling, wake up!”
Awakened from his sweet dreams, Mr. President felt a bit irritated. Rubbing his eyes, he asked in confusion, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
"The CIA is on the line; they have something to tell you." The Supermodel Wife finished speaking and quickly left the room.
This was protocol; the cold-hearted director of the CIA had warned her over the phone before. This was a super confidential call, and even as the First Lady, she could not know its contents.
Hearing this, Mr. President instantly snapped awake. He knew something serious must have happened; otherwise, the CIA wouldn't be calling him at this hour.
"This is Kwan Jianguo. What’s going on?"
On the other end of the line came a voice that Kwan Jianguo was very familiar with. It was Durant, the stern-faced director of the CIA.
"Sir, I regret to inform you that the target has escaped."
"Escaped?" Mr. President asked angrily.
At this moment, there was only one person they referred to as the target. That person was Li Hong, who was crucial to their future plans.
Durant replied bitterly, "Yes, they got away. Our agents did everything they could, but still couldn't stop them."
"What exactly happened? Give me details," Mr. President said, frowning and speaking in a low tone.
He felt that things were getting tricky; what should have been a done deal now seemed to be slipping away like a cooked duck that suddenly grew wings and flew off!
If it were anyone else calling him instead of Durant, he would have already berated them for their nonsense.
With so many elite agents on guard, how could they possibly lose track of the target?
However, he now had to face a dilemma: the target had truly escaped. The news came directly from Durant, so there could be no mistake.
It was precisely because of his disbelief that he wanted to know what had happened. How could a target, who had been under such tight surveillance, suddenly manage to escape?
"Sir, we cannot be blamed for being careless. The other side deployed the mysterious Black Scab Brigade to rescue the target. Our agents did their best, but unfortunately, they were no match for the Black Scab Brigade," Durant said regretfully.
Regardless, Durant had to speak well of the agents who had already sacrificed their lives. This was crucial for his standing in the CIA; if he spoke poorly of them, Mr. President might hold him accountable, and his position could be jeopardized.
Soon, Durant relayed everything he knew to Kwan Jianguo on the other end of the line. However, his words were laced with justifications for the agents' failures. Even the misconduct of Jebed and Eagle Hook Nose Charlie was glossed over with vague concepts.
Unfortunately, although Kwan Jianguo was older, he could still see through such tricks. But knowing and confronting it were two different things; he still needed Durant to handle matters for him, and there was no need to create friction between them.
"So, all the personnel stationed around the target have perished at the hands of the Black Scab Brigade?" Kwan Jianguo's hands trembled.
This was a loss of over five hundred elite agents; how could he pretend it didn't matter?
"Yes, they even used air-to-ground cruise missiles to destroy the evidence," Durant said awkwardly.
My goodness, one could only imagine how shocked Durant was upon receiving this news. Air-to-ground cruise missiles? Were they preparing for war?
"Shet! They are disrespecting our dignity and trampling on our laws. What do they want? Do they intend to go to war with America?" Kwan Jianguo roared in fury.
The missiles landing on their territory were an unmistakable act of contempt and aggression. If they did not respond in some way soon, would they still retain any semblance of Blue Star's supremacy?
After his anger subsided, Kwan Jianguo recalled something very important.
"Can we locate the target position? We can move to eliminate him now. If we can't have it, they shouldn't expect to get it either."
Durant hesitated and said, "Sir, according to satellite intelligence, the target has already boarded their submarine offshore and is heading towards the opposite shore. I'm afraid we won't be able to intercept them unless our submarine and warships can catch up."
"Can we catch up?" Kwan Jianguo asked with a frown.
"From a speed perspective, their submarine's cruising speed isn't fast; we can definitely catch up. However, there's currently one issue: the enemy's submarine is submerged, and satellites and radar can't capture its position. We have no way of locating them in the vast sea," Durant said dejectedly.
At this moment, Kwan Jianguo couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.
If they couldn't even find the position, it was indeed impossible to implement an interception.
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