The rise of special forces from the boot camp

Chapter 338 Country R's Handling Method!

As a senior politician, controlling one's emotions is the most basic self-cultivation.

Miyamoto Shuuichi who got the news, even though his heart was already turbulent, but the surface was still calm and stable like an old dog.

"Everyone, I'll excuse you for a moment." After greeting Zhang Jia and the others, Miyamoto Hideichi walked out of the multifunctional war room with steady steps.

As soon as he went out, Miyamoto Hideichi immediately took two deep breaths, wiped the cold sweat off his face, and quickly walked towards the drone team's room.

"Minister." Seeing Hideichi Miyamoto, the captain of the drone team immediately got up and made room for him, then pointed to the computer and said, "This is the picture captured by the drone. All twelve people died. I have dispatched All the drones inspected the deserted island and found no suspicious persons."

Hideichi Miyamoto stared at the picture for a while, and quickly analyzed, "The time of death must have been last night, and there must have been many people who did it. The killing method was straightforward and premeditated. The location shown on the picture is the death of the triangle team." There were signs of escaping before..."

Miyamoto Hideichi analyzed for a while, and suddenly asked, "Besides this, did anyone else die?"

"No." The captain replied immediately.

"That should be the same group of people who were assassinated by the major general in the Triangle area some time ago. This is revenge."

"This group of people should have lurked from the sea. This is the only way for them to land on the deserted island."

"Then who provided the information to this group?"

In an instant, Miyamoto Hideichi had figured out the basic situation, but he didn't know who the murderer was.

There is no doubt that those who can become ministers must have enough brains.

"What should we do next?" The captain waited for a while, and seeing that Miyamoto Hideichi did not speak, he took the initiative to ask.

"The game continues, temporarily block this news." Miyamoto quickly issued an order, "I will ask the superiors for instructions."

"Yes!" The captain saluted.

After Miyamoto Hideichi left the room, he found a quiet place, first lowered his head and lit a cigarette, took two puffs hard, and calmed down his thoughts, then took out the phone and called the superior.

Hideichi Miyamoto was flustered in his heart, he was determined to take the blame, the only thing he could do now was to minimize the impact, Hideichi Miyamoto didn't dare to expect extravagantly to keep his position.

"Talk!" After a while, the phone was connected, and a deep voice came out in the local language.

"Chief, something went wrong." Hideichi Miyamoto said quickly, "A group of people landed on the deserted island last night and massacred all the members of the triangular team. We just found the bodies."

When the voice fell, Miyamoto Hideichi heard the sound of the phone landing, and a second later, an unbelievable voice came from the phone, "Are you kidding me again?"

"It's true." Hideichi Miyamoto wiped the sweat from his forehead and said quickly, "I suspect that this is related to the assassination of the major general in the Triangle area some time ago, and it was done by the same group. This is an act of revenge. "

"Trash!" There was a loud growl from the phone, "If this matter gets out, how will our country R gain a foothold in the world, and where will we put our country R's face?"

That's right, country R, ​​as the host of the World Army Exchange Tournament, was unexpectedly touched and killed a team in the arena without anyone noticing. It is simply a laughing stock to spread the news.

"I will do my best to find the murderer." Miyamoto Hideichi immediately promised, "Even if the murderer is the murderer, I will do my best to minimize the impact of this matter."

"What do you think?" the other party asked.

"If it really doesn't work, find a replacement." Miyamoto Hideichi expressed his thoughts.

"Idiot! A complete idiot!" As soon as Hideichi Miyamoto finished speaking, the other party gnashed his teeth and cursed, "So what if we catch the murderer? Once we catch the murderer, our face will be back?"

"Then, what should we do?" Miyamoto Hideichi asked cautiously.

"Let me ask you, who knows about this matter now? Does anyone know about the teams that competed on the desert island?" The other party directly grasped the core of the problem.

"No, so far only our people know." Hideichi Miyamoto replied quickly.

"You must press the message for me, and you must not make any mistakes." The other party said solemnly, "Wait for my call."

After finishing speaking, before Hideo Miyamoto responded, he heard a busy tone from the phone.

After a while, Miyamoto Shuichi murmured, "Sure enough, my pattern is still not enough."

With Hideichi Miyamoto's IQ, he has already figured out how the upper echelons will deal with it.

It is nothing more than contacting the triangle area, promising certain benefits, and then both parties jointly conceal this matter. Only in this way can we save face.

This method of operation is indeed the best way to deal with it.

After thinking through all this, Shuichi Miyamoto felt a little less panic in his heart. After calming down, he walked back to the multi-functional war room and continued to control the progress of the game.

About an hour later, the phone in Hideichi Miyamoto's pocket rang again.

After scanning the caller ID, he found a quiet corner again and pressed the answer button.

"Chief, please tell me."

"Two things need you to do." The other party quickly ordered, "First, send someone secretly into the deserted island, and clean up the battlefield for me, quietly."

"Second, calm down the mood of the person in charge of the triangle area."

"Don't worry, chief, there will be no mistakes!" Miyamoto Hideichi immediately assured.

The other party scolded, "Also, send someone to secretly find the murderer. I'll give you a month to mobilize all forces to find the murderer for me."

"I only give you one month, I can't do it!"

"Yes!" Hideichi Miyamoto replied in a deep voice.

"Hurry up." The other party dropped a sentence and hung up the phone directly.

"There is still a chance to make a contribution." Miyamoto Shuichi murmured, and immediately took out his phone to make arrangements.

As soon as Hideichi Miyamoto finished making arrangements, he saw the person in charge of the Triangle area come out of the multi-functional war room with a phone in his hand, and looked for a quiet corner to answer the call.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Hideichi lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and waited patiently.

After a while, the person in charge of the triangle area hung up the phone with a gloomy face.

Miyamoto Shuichi, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately walked over, lowered his posture and started talking to the other party.

After 10 minutes, the two finished talking, sorted out their mood, pretended to be nonchalant, walked into the multi-functional command room, and continued to watch the game.

At around twelve noon, Hideichi Miyamoto received a text message from his subordinates, "The battlefield has been dealt with, and the corpse has been secretly moved."

At this moment, Hideichi Miyamoto's heart that had been straining all this time finally relaxed.

A whole morning passed, and the game situation on the desert island was finally coming to an end.

(End of this chapter)