Seeing Lynch walking back as if nothing had changed, Vera asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing..." Lynch picked up the knife and fork and continued to enjoy the hearty lunch. "Someone encountered a little trouble in business, and I have asked them to correct them."

It sounds like a little trouble, but this little trouble killed at least two or three hundred people.

Vera noticed the change in Lynch's mood. She couldn't tell how to do it, but she just noticed it.

She did not continue to ask, but continued what they were doing before, eating, and chatting, and laughter appeared again.

After lunch, there will be a lunch break, which is a time to sleep.

People only saw Mr. President running in the park at 5:30 in the morning, and arrived at the company at 7 o'clock to start the office, but they couldn't see that he would sleep after lunch.

No one will report on these things, because there is no value in reporting. Instead, they keep telling the public that "people who have succeeded work harder than those who have not succeeded. Why do you not work hard while blaming the injustice of destiny?"

"It's time to work hard to contribute to the capitalists to prove their worth!"

It's so touching, I'm almost crying!

Well, this is just a digression.

After watching the little boy return to the room and lying on the bed with Lynch, and Vera's short goodbye with good afternoon, the two left the little boy's room.

"Thank you very much for staying with us for a day, and then I can do it myself." Standing in the living room, Vera looked at Lynch, "I know you have important things, don't worry about us."

Lynch didn't hypocritically say anything that fits the scene at this time. He stepped forward and hugged Vera, and then quickly left.

He does need time to solve these problems.

When he arrived at the Blackstone Security Headquarters, all the top executives of the company gathered together.

Lynch looked at the latest report and didn't speak. The only thing that was quiet in the conference room was the sound he made when he flipped through the documents.

"Two hundred and thirty-nine people are up a bit more than what I heard at noon. Is this the final number, or will it continue to grow in the future?", he looked at the executives, no one answered him at this time , Because everyone can not guarantee that the next battle will not die.

Lynch’s gaze was like a knife at this time. Everyone was avoiding looking at him. He looked around and then set his gaze on the document in front of him, “I didn’t get any results. I have to go and explain to the families of the deceased, this is a troublesome matter."

"How is the situation at the scene discussed? Do you have any new combat plans?"

The Chief of the First Operations Office, who was sitting first on the left, nodded, "Yes, after placing the wounded, they plan to reorganize the offense."

Lynch nodded, "I'm listening, continue."

The director of the First Operations Office took a look at the others. No one met his gaze. He could only bite the bullet and continued, "They came with a simple plan of operations, and they intend to launch a new round this evening. attack."

"Before that, they had six hours to cut off the city's water supply, power supply, television stations and other public and communication facilities, and then waited for the sky to get slightly darker, and then punched in from another direction..."

The plan was actually fairly detailed, and it was also made by the newly appointed commander based on his experience in Ameria.

As long as communication is cut off, it will be difficult for the enemy to organize a large-scale battle group that has the ability to prepare and coordinate.

Then when it gets darker, you can enter. When the water and electricity are cut off, the city does not have the ability to light up. The locals are likely to misjudge the shadows.

Under the prerequisite that there is a possibility of misjudgment, the local people's desire to attack will converge, and darkness will bring fear, so that the attack will be less than during the day, and people's desire to actively attack will be weaker.

Moreover, they carry flares and lighting equipment, which can also be useful when needed.

Lynch shook his head after listening to the director of the First Operations Office finished their combat plan, "This is stupid."

He relentlessly attacked the battle plan, "During the day your people sent so many people to die, I have to pay various follow-up costs for these people's stupid decision, and now they plan to go in and die. Tell me why?"

"Is there someone who doesn't want to live anymore, or do they think it's faster to make money by taking a pension?"

The director of the First Operations Office was speechless. After looking at the others, he said, "Mr. Lynch, I don't understand what you mean."

Lynch raised his finger and pointed at him, "It's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't understand."

He was obviously sitting in a chair, but he gave people a sense of oppression when he was standing, "Those people in Marillo also don't understand!"

"You can't dogmatically apply some training methods to the actual battlefield. I thought you had learned a lesson when you were in Ameria, but it seems that you haven't figured this out yet."

"The most important reason for our casualties is that we can't distinguish among the local residents who are truly ordinary people, who are the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists."

"They are the main cause of our casualties, not anything else. What we have to solve is these people who are hidden among ordinary people. Do you understand what I mean?"

Everyone nodded their heads, they understood, but at the same time, there was still a bit of confusion as to how to separate these... well, warlord's subordinates and extreme racists from ordinary people.

Lynch looked at them and shook his head again, "Looking at your stupidity, I suddenly feel that the death of more than two hundred people is not bad news, at least not much."

He was very polite, "Divide our current manpower into two parts. Those who are injured, I ask them to maintain law and order on our offensive route."

"Tell those locals through TV and radio stations that they must be at home, not allowed to go to the street, close the door and windows. If someone breaks the rules, they must be the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists..."

The head of the First Operations Department jumped his eyes, "Mr. Lynch, if they insist on coming out..."

Lynch raised his hand to stop him, "I ask you, and a question for you."

Everyone's attention was concentrated.

"If there is a war in the city where you live, and now a group of people are ready to fight in, and there is a fierce battle with another group of people in the city, will you run outside when one of them asks you not to leave the house? ?"

Everyone gave their own answers without thinking. An answer that can be said to be instinctive is no.

Anyway, the war that took place has nothing to do with them, and some people have already asked them not to go out, so why go out?

free?

Under the threat of death, freedom is not worth a penny. Only by living can you have freedom. When you die, you have only a coffin or an urn.

Lynch spread his hands, "Look, it's not difficult. After we notify them, we can even tell them directly that we will attack any target on the street. Those who still insist on coming out are not warlord terrorists. It’s an extreme racist hater."

"I believe you, my employees know how to deal with this situation. You are professional, right?"

There is a strong smell of blood behind this sentence. They have become invaders and attacked other countries. What kind of justice and peace are they still thinking about?

God, if there were these things then those soldiers wouldn't show up in Marillo!

Too naive is the problem of these people. They always feel that they are just and never understand. In fact, the Federation has been playing the role of executioner.

When the executioners feel that they are doing the right thing, either they are crazy or the world is crazy.

Judging from the current situation, the world is not crazy, so only they are crazy.

"Mr. Lynch, if we cause a large number of civilian casualties, then we may be condemned in the international community..."

Lin Qi decisively refuted his words, "No~lightnovelpub.net~ those people are not civilians, they are anti-government militants who have weapons and caused more than two hundred casualties!"

"It is our responsibility to kill them, no one can accuse us of it!"

"Moreover, don't conceal this news. I want to let the media and the public know what we are doing as soon as possible, and take the initiative before the international public opinion is pushed down..."

"We have lost more than two hundred lovely boys who sacrificed for justice and peace. This is a huge loss to the security of Blackstone, and it is also a common loss to the Federation and all peace-loving mankind!"

Seeing that Lynch seemed to hide his anger in calm, the head of the Office of Action One nodded, "I know how to do it."

Lynch pointed at him again, "No, you don't know, your expression told me you don't know how to do it, then I said, you take notes, and then do it."

At around four in the afternoon, Blackstone Security suddenly called Buppen and important federal media and held a press conference.

Everyone is very puzzled about Blackstone Security’s sudden move to hold such a press conference. The situation in Ameria is now stable, and nothing major has happened. Why is this press conference so sudden?

But soon some gossip spread. It is said that Blackstone Security suffered a sniper attack in Marillo today, causing heavy casualties. The media immediately arrived at the press conference in advance.

When the time was pointing to five o'clock, the head of the first operations office stood in front of the media. He slapped the table, his face was full of pain, and he shouted loudly--

"Today is a sad day for all peace-loving federal people, because we have two hundred and forty-five young men on the road to promote the world peace process, and they have fallen forever!"

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