Many people present were already aroused. They chanted in unison along with the president's speech, as if there was no obstacle that they could not overcome.

However, with the appearance of an intruder, everything began to change.

The young man in military uniform waved his prosthetic limb, rushed to the security personnel without hesitation, and questioned the president heartbreakingly, asking him why he was spending a lot of money to fight a meaningless war and why he wanted to kill people.

He left his right leg on the battlefield and asked him why the money he had finally saved was burned down for some reasons that he could not understand at all.

He was very emotional. If it were not for the medal of honor on his chest and the prosthetic limb on his hand, he would probably be shot dead on the spot.

But even so, he was subdued by security personnel and pinned firmly to the ground.

The president tried to calm him down and explain to the people present what had just happened, but no one wanted to listen.

Their eyes have been completely attracted by this tragic hero.

Some people even lost their minds and began to attack the security guards, trying to pull the veteran up from the ground.

The scene was chaotic, and another voice gradually began to sound in the crowd.

“Pay back my money!”

"Pay back the money."

These simple four words soon gathered into a wave.

The situation was completely out of control, the security personnel were busy putting out the fire, and even the innermost bodyguards were affected.

Then, at a certain moment, the man stood up.

Then, he gave the president a resentful look and shook the prosthetic limb out of his hand.

Years of military service had made his arms extremely developed, and the prosthetic leg broke through and hit the president in the face.

The emergency evacuation plan was immediately launched, and under the protection of bodyguards, the president finally returned to his palace.

However, even though half an hour had passed, the red marks from the prosthesis still remained on his face.

Therefore, his anger is not unreasonable.

At least, everyone can understand it.

Therefore, everyone present listened to his speech quietly. It was not until he vented his anger and calmed down completely that this important discussion finally began.

The president sighed deeply and apologized for his gaffe.

Then, he asked a question that everyone expected:

“Where else can we get assistance?”

Upon hearing this, the staff member standing on his left quickly answered:

"This issue has been discussed earlier."

"At present, the May Conference has conducted the first round of communication with many European countries, the Middle East, East Asia, and Australia, but the results are not satisfactory."

"What do you mean unsatisfactory? Just tell me the result!"

The staff member took a deep breath and tried to organize his words well so that his words would not sound so sharp. However, after thinking for a long time, he still said bluntly:

"The result is that all countries rejected us immediately."

"They have too much time to take care of themselves. The crisis has begun to spread. No one can survive alone."

"Compared to us, they just have an extra buffer time."

"But if we want to talk about the impact, maybe they will suffer greater losses than us."

"How big can it be? Can they still compete with us? Don't they know that if we want to solve this crisis, we are the key?"

The president's expression became angry again, and he could hardly understand such a "betrayal."

Are all these allies of mine crazy?

Their officials should have been a collection of the most rational elites in the world, but judging from the current situation, they seem to have made the most conservative, stupidest, and least visionary decision.

Looking at his expression, the staff also guessed what he was thinking.

So, he replied:

"Actually, sir, our allies are very aware of what you are talking about."

"But what they know better is another key point."

"That is, even if they use all their power, it may not be enough to save us."

"In this case, blindly attacking will only make their own situation worse. I can understand their approach."

"I can't understand it. It's totally unreasonable."

The president slammed the table, scratched his hair anxiously, and walked around his desk.

"We have to convince them. Endogenous motivation is not enough to get us out of the crisis, we need assistance!"

"Yes. But no one wants to help us."

The aide's emotionless words made the president suddenly quiet down. At this moment, a word he learned from an ancient Chinese book a long time ago flashed through his mind:

Moral support from many, scant support.

The United States today is probably a typical example of unjust people with little help.

What exactly did we do?

Why is this happening? Why can't we find a true ally at this time of crisis?

The president sighed heavily, and after a moment of silence, he asked:

"What about China? Are they willing to take action?"

"That's the crux of the matter, they're willing and even, they're able."

"So far, their financial markets have been rock solid."

"If they can help us rescue the market, then there may be room for recovery from this crisis."

"But the problem is...their conditions are too harsh."

"How harsh?"

The staff duly handed over a document, but after seeing the requirements on the document, the president's expression instantly distorted.

"unacceptable!"

"We can't possibly agree!"

"These conditions will completely destroy our development potential, and I will never allow this to happen!"

"But we have no other choice"

"No."

The president interrupted his staff.

Then, he said with a gloomy face:

"We still have options."

"oil."

"Oil in the Middle East, this is our only chance."

A few days later, the Zagros Mountains.

Under the cover of layers of rocks, a well-equipped team took advantage of the darkness to bypass the snow-capped mountains and groped towards a certain military base hidden under the mountains.

Their number is 25. For an elite unit like them, this number is enough to complete a small-scale annihilation operation.

But this time, their goal is not annihilation, but destruction.

There was silence on the radio, and the communication between the team members could only rely on the dim light source on their watches and shoulders.

Maybe if you are not careful, the team members following you will completely lose sight of the team members in front.

Under the principle of complete radio silence, no one will notice that he is left behind.

For the stragglers, mission failure is secondary. Once they lose contact with the main force and are unable to join the subsequent evacuation operations, what awaits them is nothing but death.

After all, this is the interior of another country.

Once discovered, their behavior will be regarded as aggression.

However, fortunately, the team's extraordinary qualities eliminated all accidents, and they successfully arrived at the scheduled assembly location at around 3 a.m.

Afterwards, all the team members gathered together, and several team captains pulled up the blackout cloth and began to make final checks on the next combat plan.

".So the goal of our operation this time is very simple, which is to destroy the industrial facilities one kilometer away in the northeast."

"According to intelligence, that facility may be related to weapons of mass destruction, perhaps nuclear bombs, or poison gas."

"But anyway, it has nothing to do with us."

"All we have to do is get close there, guide the drone to drop the bomb, and then evacuate quickly."

"Note that according to preliminary deductions, the opponent's quick reaction force will arrive within approximately 3 minutes."
To be continued...