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Chapter 479 Special Mission
"Sir..."

Washington, inside a temporary base where troops are stationed.

Some soldiers led people through layers of patrolling guards and entered the camp where Commander Brent Miller was located.

"The people from BSI are here."

Hearing the soldier's report, the theater commander Brent Miller looked away from the military map in the camp and nodded to him.

"Let them in."

"As ordered, sir."

After getting the order, the soldier nodded and went out.

Immediately afterwards, Jonathan and Amanda were seen walking into the camp with Amanda.

"Agent Amanda."

With the arrival of the two agents, Commander Brent Miller glanced over Jonathan in front of him and paused on Amanda at the side before saying, "For you, I have known you for a long time. .”

During the Battle of Washington, the military had very limited intelligence on the supernatural, and most of the information came from the intelligence provided by BSI, and the name that could not be bypassed in this intelligence was Amanda and the team behind her. It can be said that even if Having never met Amanda in person, Brent Miller has also learned about her experience in various archives.

"So, what is the purpose of BSI this time?"

Sighing, Commander Brent Miller immediately restrained the relaxed expression on his face, looked at Amanda in front of him and asked.

A legendary BSI agent came to the US military camp in Washington, obviously not just to watch the excitement.

"We need the assistance of the military to get inside Washington."

Hearing Commander Brent Miller's inquiry, Jonathan did not hesitate, and directly told the other party the purpose of their trip.

"impossible!"

Hearing Jonathan's request, Brent Miller's initial reaction was to refuse.

The U.S. military is now in a difficult battle in Washington. In the face of the spirits that continue to appear in the SAR, the military’s firepower is limited and has reached a point where it is difficult. Now it is difficult to resist the spirits that emerge every day and spread to the states. Not to mention getting inside the Washington theater.

In fact, the last time combat troops entered the center of Washington for a mission was a few days ago, in order to save the son of a member of Congress who had not had time to evacuate from the city center in the first place.

The result of the mission has been recorded in the materials that Amanda has read before. During the mission, the soldiers of this small combat unit encountered a strange spirit wandering in Washington, and finally after paying an extremely tragic price, Only barely escaped.

As for the goal of the mission, it was naturally also sacrificed in the battle with the strange spirit.

For this reason, Brent Miller also received strong dissatisfaction from that member of Congress.

"Right now, the entire center of Washington is occupied by a large number of spirits. With the firepower currently possessed by the combat troops, if they want to enter the interior, they must pay a huge price, which is bound to have a serious impact on the borderline combat forces stationed in Washington today. It is absolutely impossible for Fang to agree with you to do this."

"In fact, we've already got permission from the Pentagon to carry out this mission."

In the camp, Jonathan waited until Commander Brent Miller had finished expressing his objections before quietly giving an answer.

"..."

Jonathan's words made Brent Miller's originally excited expression pause.

In the camp area, the commander was silent for a while before looking at Jonathan in front of him.

"So, what's the mission objective here, Agent?"

"I need your assistance in entering an alley in Washington."

Aside, in the face of Brent Miller's inquiry, Amanda took Jonathan's words and replied.

"Alley?"

Hearing Amanda's answer, Commander Brent Miller's eyes flickered slightly. He looked up at the BSI agent in front of him and asked tentatively.

"So, this is a special destination, isn't it, Agent?"

"You may think so."

In the face of Brent Miller's inquiry, Amanda did not hide much but directly admitted the purpose of their trip.

After listening to Amanda's answer, Brent Miller's frown slightly relaxed.

On the other hand, Jonathan still had a serious expression on his face.

As a BSI agent, he knew the purpose of Amanda's trip better than Brent Miller.

[BSI-028 Bar] or its owner [BSI-029 ███].

After obtaining the information of BSI-028, it is not that BSI has tried to contact it, but every contact ended in failure. It is unknown that the only person who has entered the interior of BSI-028 and retreated is only Oman. From the information she provided, BSI knew the danger of 【BSI-029 ███】.

Regarding [BSI-029 ███], because of the extremely confidential relationship, even Jonathan does not know the real identity of the other party.

He only knew that [BSI-029 ███] was a demon god that had existed in history.

"I understand."

The Pentagon's instruction, and the purpose of Amanda's trip is clear.

Brent Miller had no reason to refuse. He nodded silently and looked back at the military map of the Washington theater drawn behind him.

……

"Soldier, your mission goal this time is to help the two BSI agents behind me enter the downtown area of ​​Washington..."

Considering the particularity of the mission, Commander Brent Miller immediately arranged for a small team of experienced combat soldiers after finalizing the operation.

"In the next mission, they will become your commanders, and you need to follow their orders for all actions."

"Yes, sir!"

Facing Brent Miller's order, the soldier clenched his submachine gun and answered loudly.

Looking at the resolute soldiers in front of him, Brent Miller's eyes changed slightly.

He is very clear about the danger of this mission.

And the vast majority of these soldiers are likely to die in it.

Thinking of this, Brent Miller made a rare farewell to the soldiers.

"Then, good luck soldiers, be careful, and never abandon your fellow men."

Hearing the commander's words, some soldiers felt encouraged, but the expressions of some soldiers also became a little heavy.

"what happened?"

Noticing the change in the soldier's expression, some comrades asked.

Facing the question, the soldier tightly grasped the firearm in his hand, and replied with a confused expression.

"He never said goodbye like that."

Hearing this answer, the questioning soldier couldn't help cursing: "FuCK!"

Obviously, from the reaction of his comrades, he had a premonition of the great danger of this mission.

(End of this chapter)