Chapter 994
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Watching Lynch come back with no change, Vera asked softly, "what's the matter?"
"Nothing..." Lynch picked up his knife and fork and continued to enjoy a rich lunch. "Someone has encountered a little trouble in business. I have asked someone to correct them."
It sounds like a little trouble, but it killed at least two or three hundred people.
Vera noticed Lynch's emotional change. She couldn't tell how she did it, but she just noticed it.
She did not continue to ask, but continued what they were doing before, eating, chatting, and laughter appeared again.
After lunch, there will be a lunch break, that is, the time to sleep.
People only saw Mr. President running in the park at 5:30 in the morning and arriving at the company to start working at 7 o'clock, but they didn't see him sleeping after lunch.
No one will report these things, because there is no value in reporting. Instead, they constantly tell the people that "successful people work harder than you unsuccessful people. Why can you blame the injustice of fate while not working hard?"
"It's time to contribute to the capitalists and prove their value!"
It's so moving that I'm about to cry!
Well, it's just a digression.
After watching the little boy return to the room and lie in bed with Lynch and Vera saying good afternoon, they left the little boy's room.
"Thank you very much for being with us all day. I can handle it by myself." standing in the living room, Vera looked at Lynch. "I know you have something important. Don't worry about us."
Lynch didn't hypocritically say anything in line with the scene. He went forward, hugged Vera, and then left quickly.
He really needs time to solve these problems.
When he arrived at Blackstone security headquarters, all the senior executives of the company gathered together.
Lynch looked at the latest report and didn't speak. All that was quiet in the conference room was whether he made a sound when turning over the documents.
"239 people, a little higher than what I heard at noon. Is this the final number, or will it continue to grow next?", he looked at the executives, and no one answered him at this time, because everyone could not guarantee that the next battle would not die.
Lynch's eyes were like knives at this time. Everyone was avoiding looking at him. He looked around and put his eyes on the documents in front of him. "I didn't get any results. So many people died. I have to explain to the families of the dead. It's a trouble."
"How's the situation on the scene? Is there any new battle plan?"
The head of the first action office, who sat first on the left, nodded, "yes, they plan to reorganize the attack after they have placed the wounded."
Lynch nodded. "I'm listening. Go on."
The director of the first operation office looked at the others. No one met his eyes. He could only harden his head and continue, "they have sent a simple battle plan and plan to launch a new round of attack this evening."
"Before that, they had six hours to cut off the city's water supply, power supply, television and other public and communication facilities, and then when it was a little darker, they drove in from the other direction..."
In fact, the plan is quite detailed, which is also formulated by the new Commander according to his experience in Amelia.
As long as water and electricity are cut off and communication is cut off, it will be difficult for the enemy to organize a large-scale combat group with the ability of preparation and coordination.
Then, when it gets dark, the city has no lighting capacity when there is no water and power supply, and the local people are likely to misjudge the shadow.
Under the premise of misjudgment, the local people's desire to attack will converge, and the darkness will bring fear. In this way, they will be less attacked than during the day, and people's desire to attack will be weaker.
Moreover, they carry flares and lighting equipment, which can also work when needed.
After listening to the director of the first action office finish their battle plan, Lynch shook his head, "this is stupid."
He mercilessly attacked the battle plan. "During the day, so many of your people were sent to die. I have to pay all kinds of follow-up fees for these people's stupid decisions. Now they are going to go in and die. Can you tell me why?"
"Are some people who don't want to live, or do they think it's faster to make money by taking pensions?"
The director of the first action office was a little confused. He looked at the others and said, "Mr. Lynch, I don't understand what you mean."
Lynch raised his finger and pointed to him, "it's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't understand."
He was clearly sitting in a chair, but he gave people a sense of oppression when he stood. "Those people in mariro don't understand!"
"You can't dogmatically use some training methods on the actual battlefield. I thought you had learned a lesson in Amelia, but now it seems that you haven't figured it out."
"The most important reason for our casualties is that we can't distinguish between the real ordinary people among the local residents, the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists."
"They are the main cause of our casualties, not anything else. What we need to solve is these people hidden in the ordinary people. Do you understand what I mean?"
Everyone nodded and they understood, but at the same time, there was a little confusion about how to separate these... Well, the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists from ordinary people.
Lynch looked at them and shook his head. "Look at your stupidity, I suddenly feel that only more than 200 people died is not bad news, at least not much."
He was very impolite. "Divide our current manpower into two parts. For those injured, I ask them to maintain law and order on our attack route."
"Tell the local people through TV and radio that they must be at home and are not allowed to go to the street. Close the doors and windows. If someone breaks the rules, it must be the soldiers of warlords and extreme racists..."
The supervisor of the first action Department jumped his eyelids, "Mr. Lynch, if they insist on coming out..."
Lynch raised his hand and stopped him. "Let me ask you a question."
Everyone's attention was focused.
"If there is a war in the city where you live, and now a group of people are ready to fight in and have a fierce battle with another group of people in the city, will you run outside when one of them asks you not to leave your house?"
Everyone gives his own answer without thinking. One can be said to be an instinctive answer, that is, No.
Anyway, the war has nothing to do with them. In addition, some people have asked them not to go out, so why go out?
Freedom?
Under the threat of death, freedom is not worth a penny. Only living can have freedom. What you have after death is only a coffin or an urn.
Lynch spread out his hands, "look, it's not difficult. When we inform them, we can even directly tell them that we will attack any target in the street. Those who still insist on coming out are either warlord terrorists or extreme racist haters."
"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 who have hit other countries. What justice and peace do they dream of?
God, if there were these things, those soldiers wouldn't be in mariro!
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 think they have done the right thing, either they are crazy or the world is crazy.
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, we may be condemned in the international community..."
Lynch resolutely refuted his words, "no, those people are not civilians. They are anti-government militants who hold weapons and cause more than 200 casualties!"
"It's our responsibility to kill them. No one can accuse us of anything!"
"Moreover, don't hide this news. I want to let the media and the people know what we are doing as soon as possible, and take the initiative before international public opinion forces us..."
"We have lost more than 200 lovely young men who sacrificed for justice and peace. This is not only a huge loss of Blackstone's security, but also the common loss of the Federation and all peace loving mankind!"
Seeing that Lynch seemed to hide his anger in his calm, the director of the first action office nodded, "I know what to do."
Lynch pointed to him again, "no, you don't know. Your expression told me you don't know how to do it. Next, I said, take notes and do it."
At more than 4 p.m., Blackstone security suddenly called buppen and important federal media to hold a press conference.
For Blackstone security's sudden holding of such a press conference, everyone is very confused. Amelia is now in a stable situation and nothing big has happened. Why is this press conference so sudden?
But soon there was some gossip. It was said that Blackstone security encountered a sniper in mariro today, causing heavy casualties. Immediately, the media arrived at the press conference in advance.
When the time pointed to five o'clock, the office director of the first action Department stood in front of the media. He patted the table, looked sad and shouted loudly——
"Today is a sad day for all peace loving federals, because we have 245 young men who have fallen forever on the road of promoting the world peace process!"
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Watching Lynch come back with no change, Vera asked softly, "what's the matter?"
"Nothing..." Lynch picked up his knife and fork and continued to enjoy a rich lunch. "Someone has encountered a little trouble in business. I have asked someone to correct them."
It sounds like a little trouble, but it killed at least two or three hundred people.
Vera noticed Lynch's emotional change. She couldn't tell how she did it, but she just noticed it.
She did not continue to ask, but continued what they were doing before, eating, chatting, and laughter appeared again.
After lunch, there will be a lunch break, that is, the time to sleep.
People only saw Mr. President running in the park at 5:30 in the morning and arriving at the company to start working at 7 o'clock, but they didn't see him sleeping after lunch.
No one will report these things, because there is no value in reporting. Instead, they constantly tell the people that "successful people work harder than you unsuccessful people. Why can you blame the injustice of fate while not working hard?"
"It's time to contribute to the capitalists and prove their value!"
It's so moving that I'm about to cry!
Well, it's just a digression.
After watching the little boy return to the room and lie in bed with Lynch and Vera saying good afternoon, they left the little boy's room.
"Thank you very much for being with us all day. I can handle it by myself." standing in the living room, Vera looked at Lynch. "I know you have something important. Don't worry about us."
Lynch didn't hypocritically say anything in line with the scene. He went forward, hugged Vera, and then left quickly.
He really needs time to solve these problems.
When he arrived at Blackstone security headquarters, all the senior executives of the company gathered together.
Lynch looked at the latest report and didn't speak. All that was quiet in the conference room was whether he made a sound when turning over the documents.
"239 people, a little higher than what I heard at noon. Is this the final number, or will it continue to grow next?", he looked at the executives, and no one answered him at this time, because everyone could not guarantee that the next battle would not die.
Lynch's eyes were like knives at this time. Everyone was avoiding looking at him. He looked around and put his eyes on the documents in front of him. "I didn't get any results. So many people died. I have to explain to the families of the dead. It's a trouble."
"How's the situation on the scene? Is there any new battle plan?"
The head of the first action office, who sat first on the left, nodded, "yes, they plan to reorganize the attack after they have placed the wounded."
Lynch nodded. "I'm listening. Go on."
The director of the first operation office looked at the others. No one met his eyes. He could only harden his head and continue, "they have sent a simple battle plan and plan to launch a new round of attack this evening."
"Before that, they had six hours to cut off the city's water supply, power supply, television and other public and communication facilities, and then when it was a little darker, they drove in from the other direction..."
In fact, the plan is quite detailed, which is also formulated by the new Commander according to his experience in Amelia.
As long as water and electricity are cut off and communication is cut off, it will be difficult for the enemy to organize a large-scale combat group with the ability of preparation and coordination.
Then, when it gets dark, the city has no lighting capacity when there is no water and power supply, and the local people are likely to misjudge the shadow.
Under the premise of misjudgment, the local people's desire to attack will converge, and the darkness will bring fear. In this way, they will be less attacked than during the day, and people's desire to attack will be weaker.
Moreover, they carry flares and lighting equipment, which can also work when needed.
After listening to the director of the first action office finish their battle plan, Lynch shook his head, "this is stupid."
He mercilessly attacked the battle plan. "During the day, so many of your people were sent to die. I have to pay all kinds of follow-up fees for these people's stupid decisions. Now they are going to go in and die. Can you tell me why?"
"Are some people who don't want to live, or do they think it's faster to make money by taking pensions?"
The director of the first action office was a little confused. He looked at the others and said, "Mr. Lynch, I don't understand what you mean."
Lynch raised his finger and pointed to him, "it's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't understand."
He was clearly sitting in a chair, but he gave people a sense of oppression when he stood. "Those people in mariro don't understand!"
"You can't dogmatically use some training methods on the actual battlefield. I thought you had learned a lesson in Amelia, but now it seems that you haven't figured it out."
"The most important reason for our casualties is that we can't distinguish between the real ordinary people among the local residents, the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists."
"They are the main cause of our casualties, not anything else. What we need to solve is these people hidden in the ordinary people. Do you understand what I mean?"
Everyone nodded and they understood, but at the same time, there was a little confusion about how to separate these... Well, the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists from ordinary people.
Lynch looked at them and shook his head. "Look at your stupidity, I suddenly feel that only more than 200 people died is not bad news, at least not much."
He was very impolite. "Divide our current manpower into two parts. For those injured, I ask them to maintain law and order on our attack route."
"Tell the local people through TV and radio that they must be at home and are not allowed to go to the street. Close the doors and windows. If someone breaks the rules, it must be the soldiers of warlords and extreme racists..."
The supervisor of the first action Department jumped his eyelids, "Mr. Lynch, if they insist on coming out..."
Lynch raised his hand and stopped him. "Let me ask you a question."
Everyone's attention was focused.
"If there is a war in the city where you live, and now a group of people are ready to fight in and have a fierce battle with another group of people in the city, will you run outside when one of them asks you not to leave your house?"
Everyone gives his own answer without thinking. One can be said to be an instinctive answer, that is, No.
Anyway, the war has nothing to do with them. In addition, some people have asked them not to go out, so why go out?
Freedom?
Under the threat of death, freedom is not worth a penny. Only living can have freedom. What you have after death is only a coffin or an urn.
Lynch spread out his hands, "look, it's not difficult. When we inform them, we can even directly tell them that we will attack any target in the street. Those who still insist on coming out are either warlord terrorists or extreme racist haters."
"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 who have hit other countries. What justice and peace do they dream of?
God, if there were these things, those soldiers wouldn't be in mariro!
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 think they have done the right thing, either they are crazy or the world is crazy.
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, we may be condemned in the international community..."
Lynch resolutely refuted his words, "no, those people are not civilians. They are anti-government militants who hold weapons and cause more than 200 casualties!"
"It's our responsibility to kill them. No one can accuse us of anything!"
"Moreover, don't hide this news. I want to let the media and the people know what we are doing as soon as possible, and take the initiative before international public opinion forces us..."
"We have lost more than 200 lovely young men who sacrificed for justice and peace. This is not only a huge loss of Blackstone's security, but also the common loss of the Federation and all peace loving mankind!"
Seeing that Lynch seemed to hide his anger in his calm, the director of the first action office nodded, "I know what to do."
Lynch pointed to him again, "no, you don't know. Your expression told me you don't know how to do it. Next, I said, take notes and do it."
At more than 4 p.m., Blackstone security suddenly called buppen and important federal media to hold a press conference.
For Blackstone security's sudden holding of such a press conference, everyone is very confused. Amelia is now in a stable situation and nothing big has happened. Why is this press conference so sudden?
But soon there was some gossip. It was said that Blackstone security encountered a sniper in mariro today, causing heavy casualties. Immediately, the media arrived at the press conference in advance.
When the time pointed to five o'clock, the office director of the first action Department stood in front of the media. He patted the table, looked sad and shouted loudly——
"Today is a sad day for all peace loving federals, because we have 245 young men who have fallen forever on the road of promoting the world peace process!"
Watching Lynch come back with no change, Vera asked softly, "what's the matter?""Nothing..." Lynch picked up his knife and fork and continued to enjoy a rich lunch. "Someone has encountered a little trouble in business. I have asked someone to correct them."It sounds like a little trouble, but it killed at least two or three hundred people.Vera noticed Lynch's emotional change. She couldn't tell how she did it, but she just noticed it.She did not continue to ask, but continued what they were doing before, eating, chatting, and laughter appeared again.After lunch, there will be a lunch break, that is, the time to sleep.People only saw Mr. President running in the park at 5:30 in the morning and arriving at the company to start working at 7 o'clock, but they didn't see him sleeping after lunch.No one will report these things, because there is no value in reporting. Instead, they constantly tell the people that "successful people work harder than you unsuccessful people. Why can you blame the injustice of fate while not working hard?""It's time to contribute to the capitalists and prove their value!"It's so moving that I'm about to cry!Well, it's just a digression.After watching the little boy return to the room and lie in bed with Lynch and Vera saying good afternoon, they left the little boy's room."Thank you very much for being with us all day. I can handle it by myself." standing in the living room, Vera looked at Lynch. "I know you have something important. Don't worry about us."Lynch didn't hypocritically say anything in line with the scene. He went forward, hugged Vera, and then left quickly.He really needs time to solve these problems.When he arrived at Blackstone security headquarters, all the senior executives of the company gathered together.Lynch looked at the latest report and didn't speak. All that was quiet in the conference room was whether he made a sound when turning over the documents."239 people, a little higher than what I heard at noon. Is this the final number, or will it continue to grow next?", he looked at the executives, and no one answered him at this time, because everyone could not guarantee that the next battle would not die.Lynch's eyes were like knives at this time. Everyone was avoiding looking at him. He looked around and put his eyes on the documents in front of him. "I didn't get any results. So many people died. I have to explain to the families of the dead. It's a trouble.""How's the situation on the scene? Is there any new battle plan?"The head of the first action office, who sat first on the left, nodded, "yes, they plan to reorganize the attack after they have placed the wounded."Lynch nodded. "I'm listening. Go on."The director of the first operation office looked at the others. No one met his eyes. He could only harden his head and continue, "they have sent a simple battle plan and plan to launch a new round of attack this evening.""Before that, they had six hours to cut off the city's water supply, power supply, television and other public and communication facilities, and then when it was a little darker, they drove in from the other direction..."In fact, the plan is quite detailed, which is also formulated by the new Commander according to his experience in Amelia.As long as water and electricity are cut off and communication is cut off, it will be difficult for the enemy to organize a large-scale combat group with the ability of preparation and coordination.Then, when it gets dark, the city has no lighting capacity when there is no water and power supply, and the local people are likely to misjudge the shadow.Under the premise of misjudgment, the local people's desire to attack will converge, and the darkness will bring fear. In this way, they will be less attacked than during the day, and people's desire to attack will be weaker.Moreover, they carry flares and lighting equipment, which can also work when needed.After listening to the director of the first action office finish their battle plan, Lynch shook his head, "this is stupid."He mercilessly attacked the battle plan. "During the day, so many of your people were sent to die. I have to pay all kinds of follow-up fees for these people's stupid decisions. Now they are going to go in and die. Can you tell me why?""Are some people who don't want to live, or do they think it's faster to make money by taking pensions?"The director of the first action office was a little confused. He looked at the others and said, "Mr. Lynch, I don't understand what you mean."Lynch raised his finger and pointed to him, "it's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't understand."He was clearly sitting in a chair, but he gave people a sense of oppression when he stood. "Those people in mariro don't understand!""You can't dogmatically use some training methods on the actual battlefield. I thought you had learned a lesson in Amelia, but now it seems that you haven't figured it out.""The most important reason for our casualties is that we can't distinguish between the real ordinary people among the local residents, the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists.""They are the main cause of our casualties, not anything else. What we need to solve is these people hidden in the ordinary people. Do you understand what I mean?"Everyone nodded and they understood, but at the same time, there was a little confusion about how to separate these... Well, the subordinates of warlords and extreme racists from ordinary people.Lynch looked at them and shook his head. "Look at your stupidity, I suddenly feel that only more than 200 people died is not bad news, at least not much."He was very impolite. "Divide our current manpower into two parts. For those injured, I ask them to maintain law and order on our attack route.""Tell the local people through TV and radio that they must be at home and are not allowed to go to the street. Close the doors and windows. If someone breaks the rules, it must be the soldiers of warlords and extreme racists..."The supervisor of the first action Department jumped his eyelids, "Mr. Lynch, if they insist on coming out..."Lynch raised his hand and stopped him. "Let me ask you a question."Everyone's attention was focused."If there is a war in the city where you live, and now a group of people are ready to fight in and have a fierce battle with another group of people in the city, will you run outside when one of them asks you not to leave your house?"Everyone gives his own answer without thinking. One can be said to be an instinctive answer, that is, No.Anyway, the war has nothing to do with them. In addition, some people have asked them not to go out, so why go out?Freedom?Under the threat of death, freedom is not worth a penny. Only living can have freedom. What you have after death is only a coffin or an urn.Lynch spread out his hands, "look, it's not difficult. When we inform them, we can even directly tell them that we will attack any target in the street. Those who still insist on coming out are either warlord terrorists or extreme racist haters.""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 who have hit other countries. What justice and peace do they dream of?God, if there were these things, those soldiers wouldn't be in mariro!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 think they have done the right thing, either they are crazy or the world is crazy.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, we may be condemned in the international community..."Lynch resolutely refuted his words, "no, those people are not civilians. They are anti-government militants who hold weapons and cause more than 200 casualties!""It's our responsibility to kill them. No one can accuse us of anything!""Moreover, don't hide this news. I want to let the media and the people know what we are doing as soon as possible, and take the initiative before international public opinion forces us...""We have lost more than 200 lovely young men who sacrificed for justice and peace. This is not only a huge loss of Blackstone's security, but also the common loss of the Federation and all peace loving mankind!"Seeing that Lynch seemed to hide his anger in his calm, the director of the first action office nodded, "I know what to do."Lynch pointed to him again, "no, you don't know. Your expression told me you don't know how to do it. Next, I said, take notes and do it."At more than 4 p.m., Blackstone security suddenly called buppen and important federal media to hold a press conference.For Blackstone security's sudden holding of such a press conference, everyone is very confused. Amelia is now in a stable situation and nothing big has happened. Why is this press conference so sudden?But soon there was some gossip. It was said that Blackstone security encountered a sniper in mariro today, causing heavy casualties. Immediately, the media arrived at the press conference in advance.When the time pointed to five o'clock, the office director of the first action Department stood in front of the media. He patted the table, looked sad and shouted loudly"Today is a sad day for all peace loving federals, because we have 245 young men who have fallen forever on the road of promoting the world peace process!"
