Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Everyone tightly closed their mouths, refusing to speak in advance.

If the marshal is here, they will naturally propose to use the powerful strength of the military department to threaten those moths to be honest.

But now, no one mentions those ridiculous things anymore.

The marshal is gone, no matter how powerful they are, they are still in disarray.

Everyone here has a unified identity as the subordinates of the marshal, but besides that, they are still the generals of the headquarters, and their responsibility is to strive for the greatest benefits for their subordinates.

Where there are interests, there will be estrangement, and they can willingly give up some interests under the suppression of the marshal.

But now that the marshal is gone, their status as an alliance will naturally disappear, and they will still be enemies from now on.

Suddenly someone snorted coldly: "What can we do? Let's find a way."

If holding a meeting here can make his life better, he doesn't mind doing it.

But in fact, they had been arguing for almost a month, but they couldn't come to a result.

Thinking of the congressman who touched him, his eyes flickered.

If the marshal was here, he would tell that person to leave, but now that he's not here, he has to think about it.

"You want to betray the marshal?" Opposite him, a person said coldly, with obvious hostility in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The person who spoke just now became furious: "What can I do, do I want to let the people under me go hungry and then go home with regrets?"

Without money, he can't even pay for those people's retirement expenses, what can he do?

"Also, don't you have any thoughts?" The general's eyes showed obvious mockery: "As far as I know, the leader of your planet has come to you."

"Aren't you tempted?"

Such heartbreaking words made the room quiet again, and everyone had different expressions.

The adjutant looked at these people quietly, his usual smiling face was full of calm.

Such a scene has happened not once or twice in this meeting room.

After the marshal left, the huge interest group supported by him tended to collapse.

Now, if no one comes out to preside over the work, they will be gradually eaten away and become private soldiers in the hands of the congressmen, and they will no longer remember the sense of faith cultivated under the marshal all these years.

Thinking of this, the idea in his heart became more and more firm.

"Okay, gentlemen." He clapped his palms lightly, motioning everyone to look at him: "Be decent, don't quarrel in the marshal's meeting room like a little rascal."

Everyone looked at him, and there was no hostility towards others in their expressions, nor much respect.

The adjutant has no soldiers, but he is the person most trusted by the marshal. Maybe he can do something?

Of course, if he didn't, everyone would ignore him.

Seeing everyone's performance in his heart, the adjutant's belief became more firm.

"Now, let me announce the good news."

"Just seven hours ago, the technicians finally cracked the core program of the marshal's mecha and located his current location."

"Really?" As soon as the words came out, there was an uproar.

The marshal has not appeared on any known planet these days, which has made them tacitly agree that the marshal died in the wormhole.

But if what the adjutant said is true, is it possible for the Marshal to still be alive?

At this moment, hope rose in everyone's heart.