king of war

Chapter 297
"We can't take it anymore!"

"General Sheffield, get out of here!"

"I won't let you down!"

"No, children!"

"Sir, how long do we have to wait?"

"We've already lost ten or five people! We can't hold on anymore!"

"I am General Sheffield, go and save my men!"

"Sorry General, we have been ordered not to enter enemy territory...Sorry General, we cannot go to war without Congressional authorization..."

"Sir, they're not coming to save us, are they?"

Sheffield carefully put the military cap on his head, and solemnly arranged his military uniform. The countless medals on his chest were shining brightly. With tears in his eyes, he leaned on crutches and walked towards the podium with difficulty but very firmly. .

"Members of Congress and gentlemen of the Special Military Committee, I am here to protest! Seriously protest the unfair treatment of the Marine Corps!"

"They have all sworn allegiance to the country and shed their blood on that land for the country, but you regard these as dung!"

"Tens of thousands of loyal and brave Marines were wiped out in the explosion, but what did they get?!"

In the face of Sheffield's impassioned and tear-jerking speech, the well-dressed politicians in the audience were expressionless and whispered to each other from time to time.

This indifferent scene deeply stimulated Sheffield. He wanted to pull out his gun and kill all the guys in front of him to vent his hatred.

Sheffield's speech didn't have any effect. Those senators didn't have the patience to listen to him. This incident has already embarrassed the United States enough. This guy Sheffield jumped up and down, and criticized the American government in interviews. , making many people unhappy.

So Sheffield, who hadn't scolded happily, was taken out by the Congressional police and thrown outside the Capitol.

Just as Sheffield was sitting on the steps crying bitterly, an extended Lincoln slowly stopped in front of him, the door was pulled open by a bodyguard in black, and a person inside waved.

"General Sheffield, do you want to talk?"

When Sheffield got in the car, he saw a fat man with a big belly squeezed into his suit, which almost broke the expensive handmade suit.

The fat man picked up the silk handkerchief and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, threw it aside, and asked calmly: "General, do you want revenge?"

"Revenge?!" Sheffield was stunned for a moment. He wanted to take revenge. His subordinate was taken over by someone and became a poor commander. What will he do in the future.

From a general with a large army in his hands and a great reputation, he became a disabled veteran who was ignored and ignored and stared at.

If there is no other way, I would just go around begging like a beggar every day.

"Yes, revenge." The fat man emphasized his tone, "General, now you have an opportunity in front of you, are you willing to personally kill the culprit of the whole incident?"

"I'm just an old man, what should I do?" Sheffield patted his crutch mockingly.

"You are a general, and generals command soldiers." The fat man grinned, "Now is the opportunity."

Sheffield's eyes lit up and he quickly said: "I do!"

"You can choose the personnel you think are suitable, and you will get weapons and equipment, funds, intelligence and everything else!" Fatty said generously with a wave of his hand.

Sheffield quickly calmed down after being pleasantly surprised. He knew that there is no free lunch in this world, so the generosity on the other side must have a purpose, "Then what is the price?"

The car door was opened at this time. A bodyguard looked at Sheffield coldly and motioned for him to get out of the car. The fat man gave him a cold look and said, "You will know."

In 2011, the Shadow Force was secretly formed.

In the winter of the same year, Makarov received a large amount of funding and equipment support from the CIA, regained a foothold in the Hindu Kush Mountains, recruited a large number of people around the world, geared up, and was ready to fight Zakayev.

At this time in a city in Europa, Ethan Hunt nervously held the steering wheel, waiting for the convoy transporting prisoners to arrive, and his rear compartment was filled with a group of heavily armed terrorists.

When the armored vehicle escorting the felon passed by, he slammed on the accelerator and slammed into the armored vehicle, directly crashing the armored vehicle into the river next to it.

Then he slammed the steering wheel, threw the terrorists in the rear compartment onto the street, turned around the intersection and walked away.

When Ethan Hunt was running away from the police on his motorcycle, there was no movement on his radio for a long time, so he felt a little strange and asked, "Did you catch him?"

"Uh, Ethan..." Bengui hesitated, "Someone got ahead of us and took Solomon Lane away."

"Walter Falk!" Ethan Hunter's eyes darkened after hearing this.

Solomon Lane, who was wearing a hood, was fished out of the water, and before he realized what happened, he was stuffed into another car, bumping all the way.

After the car stopped, Ryan was pulled from the car, pressed on a chair, and the headgear was also pulled off.

Ryan was blinded by the dazzling sunlight. He struggled to adapt after not seeing the sun for a long time. After a while, he realized that there was a tall and handsome Asian man standing in front of him.

"Hi, Mr. Ryan." Qin Rongshuai looked at the former MIB agent and one of the leaders of the Syndicate with a smile on his face.

Ryan frowned in confusion and asked, "Who are you?"

Next to him, an Asian man in red was holding a hammer with no expression on his face, and slammed it down on the sole of Ryan's foot. In an instant, the bones of his right foot were shattered.

Ryan's eyes darkened from the pain, and he passed out immediately, and then was doused with ice water.

"You are not qualified to ask questions. The first rule is to answer whatever you ask. If you have extra words, you will hit your other foot." Qin An taught Ryan by pulling Ryan's hair, and broke Ryan's little finger by the way.

With ten fingers connected to his heart, Ryan, who was in pain, kept hitting his head against the wall, and shouted in cold sweat: "Okay, you ask, you ask quickly!"

Qin Rongshuai looked at Ryan in front of him with some doubts, "Hey, I thought you would rather die than give in and never speak. It's a pity."

"But that's good, we can all save time."

"Mr. Solomon Lane, I heard that you were a former agent of the Military Intelligence Bureau and later defected. Why?" Qin Rongshuai asked.

"The MIA abandoned me. Someone leaked the list of undercover agents of the MIA. We were all exposed. Terrorists captured me and tortured me severely, but Mrs. M denied our identities." Ryan mentioned this experience with hatred His teeth were itching, "We went through life and death for the Military Intelligence Bureau, but they didn't recognize us as members of the Military Intelligence Bureau at all, and they didn't come to rescue us."

Qin Rongshuai nodded, and asked casually, "How many people do you have?"

"A lot!" Ryan laughed, as if remembering something proud, "We have many people from all over the world, including Mossad, CIA, KGB, and our comrades everywhere."

(End of this chapter)