Chapter 263 I’m looking at you

Author: September Sauce

Chapter 263 I’m looking at you

"A weather balloon wants to change the situation in the entire Africa? Don't kid me!"

In the May Meeting office, Houston roared angrily.

"Weather balloon! That kind of thing, one shot of the cheapest spike missile can blow it to pieces!"

"What are these Chinese people thinking? Do they actually plan to rely on this kind of thing to fight against us?"

After hearing his words, the assistant beside him sighed helplessly.

Then, he opened his mouth and replied:

"This may sound absurd, but I have to say that their strategy is effective."

"The first batch of weather balloons has been transported to Khartoum and quickly released. This gives Khartoum officials the first opportunity to spy on the movements of the Revolutionary Front."

"You know, before this, their intelligence collection either relied on spies or bribes. 'Aerial reconnaissance' was like a dream to them."

"Now, the Revolutionary Front has made new demands on us. They require us to provide more high-altitude combat equipment to deal with the opponent's weather balloon reconnaissance."

"Otherwise, they will delay the combat operation scheduled for 10 days because they believe that failure is doomed if they fight under the constant surveillance of the opponent."

"How is that possible! The equipment we gave them is the strongest not only in Sudan, but even in the whole of Africa!"

"What's more, we also provided them with intelligence support!"

Houston interrupted the assistant and continued angrily:

"This group of cowards want benefits, but they don't even want to pay the price!"

"How can there be such a good thing in this world? Even we are here today because of constant risk-taking and gambling!"

"Maybe our previous assistance gave them illusions."

The assistant sighed and said.

"In addition, this so-called 'weather balloon' strategy has a deeper meaning."

"Based on Africa's current technological level, even a powerful country like Egypt does not have complete high-altitude radar monitoring methods."

"In other words, they don't know whether there is a balloon on their head, and they don't have the ability to counterattack."

"If you want to put yourself on the same starting line as the enemy, there is only one way: if the other party buys balloons, you should also buy them."

"If it continues to develop, the entire Africa will fall into a 'balance of terror' in the information field."

"In extreme cases, information on military activities on this continent may even become completely public."

"Then, war may become the last option - because no one can win a war with overwhelming strength without information superiority."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to implement our strategy even if the Revolutionary Front really takes Khartoum."

It was only then that Houston finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

He fell silent, the half-burned cigarette in his hand flickering with a dim red light, and he didn't even notice the ashes falling on the desk.

After a long time, he put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

Then, he opened his mouth and said:

"Then, our strategy is down to the last one."

"Continue to invest chips in Darfur and let the Revolutionary Front occupy Khartoum before China's weather balloon strategy takes shape!"

"The cost of doing that is very high - we would actually have to provide them with high-altitude drones."

"Then give it to them!"

Houston said firmly.

"Not just drones, even if they want real fighter jets, we can give them to them!"

"As long as we can capture Khartoum, everything will be worth it."

"Otherwise, not only will all the initial investment be in vain, but what awaits us in the future will be a complete collapse."

"We have no retreat. We have already lost too much on this gambling table."

"The only chance for a comeback is to gamble to the end."

Hearing Houston's words, the assistant subconsciously opened his mouth.

He keenly felt that Houston's current state was very wrong.

He is like those gamblers who lose their money in Las Vegas, even if they only have the last chip left in their hands, they still press on regardless.

Doesn't he know that he will lose?

No, he knows the risks better than anyone.

After all, he had already lost so much before this.

But what can he do to a gambler who has reached a desperate situation?

No normal strategy can make up for the losses that have been caused.

You just have to keep betting. If you win, you can start over again.

If you lose, then go to the abyss calmly.

The assistant's eyes changed. He actually didn't want to gamble with Houston.

However, the interests of the two are too deeply bound. If you leave at this time, you will not get any benefits.

Thinking of this, he said:

"Understood."

"I will formulate a detailed strategy to improve our chances of winning as much as possible."

"I hope we can win. If we lose, Mr. Houston, I hope you can bear the consequences of failure."

Houston applied and nodded solemnly.

He fully understood the seriousness of this so-called "consequence".

What were the consequences of his predecessor, Paine?

He is no longer in Texas.

——

No, he is still in Texas, just underground in Texas.

And the mistakes he had made were actually not worth mentioning in front of him.

It's just that I missed several opportunities and allowed China to develop several times.

And what about yourself?

If you fail again, it will be equivalent to feeding huge benefits to the Chinese people.

If someone really wants to target him, even if he is charged with treason, it is possible.

How did Paine die?

A shot of sleeping pills and he passed away painlessly in his sleep.

I am afraid that my next person will not be so "gentle" to me.

Maybe, before getting rid of themselves, they would try their best to torture themselves, trying to force out the details of their "collusion" with China.

But the irony is that he didn't betray at all.

Just plain stupidity.

Houston felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He lit a cigarette again, and under the smoke, the expression on his face kept changing.

No matter what, this will be my last gamble.

If you win, your achievements will be enough to be recorded in history.

At that time, I will take the initiative to resign, and then return to the farm to enjoy my retirement.

What should I plant?

Houston's thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

Soybeans?Corn?——

These two things seem to be less profitable than in previous years, because the Chinese have also begun to operate the South American grain market.

Damn it, it’s the Chinese again!

Houston vaguely felt that a shadow that could not be dispelled seemed to have fallen over his head.

This shadow will soon engulf you and even your country.
To be continued...