From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 362 Mike, your department is responsible!

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?!"

Bernard, the 65-year-old director of the Central Intelligence Agency, rarely uttered a foul language.

It was he who had brought Mike Connor, director of the Center for Subversion and Opinion Manipulation, to the president and the secretary of defense for discussions, and obtained their permission to carry out operations against the Atlas Group.

I thought I could make a big show in this operation to restore the CIA's declining image within the government, but I didn't expect it to be a big show right from the start.

The little blue man in the live broadcast of "Eye of Truth" was like an invisible big hand, slapping the faces of the CIA members.

And it makes a crackling sound.

"Why can the psychic agents we have spent so much money to train be discovered so easily by a private company?!
Why would a secret operation be broadcast live to the entire universe?
Do you want the CIA to be the laughing stock of everyone?"

The conference room was completely silent. No one dared to speak out and cause trouble. Only the voiceover of the live broadcast of the "Eye of Truth" on the big screen remained. At this time, the cat girl anchor was still giving an off-site commentary:

"According to the information we have obtained, many recent suicide bombings were manipulated by federal psychic agents.
It makes all peace-loving people ask, 'What is the Federation trying to do? '"

"Are you all dumb?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Bernard slapped the table hard a few times. The mechanical prosthesis he had replaced due to an injury he suffered during a field mission when he was young directly created several cracks on the oak tabletop.

Everyone in the conference room couldn't help but tremble a few times due to the loud banging of the table.

As the operator of the entire plan and the person in charge of this operation, Mike Connor knew that he could no longer be a coward, so he spoke carefully:
"Director. Um. Should we call a halt to the operation now? And find a way to stop Atlas' live broadcast of the battlefield?"

"What do you think? Or do you want everyone to see more about how we at the CIA do things?"

Mike Connor stopped talking. He immediately went to the temporary operations command center next to the conference room, ready to urgently call a halt to the operation.

As a result, when he issued this order to everyone in the command room, the clerk in charge of communication coordination looked at him with a dead look on his face and said:
"Director, the communication with the Pyra Galaxy has been interrupted. We just consulted the service provider, and they said it was a temporary interruption caused by the solar storm and we need to wait for repairs."

Hearing this, Mike Connor's face darkened even more. The "service provider" mentioned by the office operator was none other than Atlas Communications, which provided real-time inter-galactic communication services.

And the impact of the "solar storm" mentioned by the other party is pure nonsense.

TM Are the stars in the Pyra galaxy lit up by you, Atlas?
The solar storm only affects the federal government's communications services, but your live broadcast is not affected at all?
Thinking of this, Mike Connor even wanted to slap himself on the spot. Why was he so stupid as to attack others when his communications were controlled by them?

At the same time, he immediately realized that this was Atlas's 'game within a game'.

The other party had long known that they had targeted the Federation's psychic agent on Pyra IV, so they cut off communications after the Hanged Man operation began, making it impossible for the Federation to end it in a short period of time.
But now that things have come to this, there is no use thinking about these things. He must stop the loss in time, otherwise when this is over, he might lose more than just his job.

"Find a way to contact the fleet closest to the Pella Galaxy and have them notify it using conventional means! I don't care if I send a ship to jump over or use some secret communication line, but I will have them contact the people in the Pella Galaxy as quickly as possible and suspend their operations!"

"Yes, Director! We'll contact them right away!"

Seeing Mike Connor's expression, the clerk in charge of communications did not dare to delay and quickly returned to his seat to try to contact the fleet closest to the Pella galaxy.

The former, after looking at the bewildered people in the temporary command room, held back the swear words that were about to burst out.

After all, there was no point in him scolding his men now, other than venting his anger.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Mike Connor returned to the conference room and whispered in Director Bernard's ear: "Director, communication with the Pella Galaxy has been temporarily interrupted."

"Speak up! Now is not the time to report to me alone!"

At this moment, Mike Connor felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him. There was gloating, anger, and ridicule in these eyes, but no sympathy.

No matter how strong his mental state was, at this moment he showed signs of collapse.

Fortunately, long-term training and "polishing" in the intelligence agency have made his character tough to a degree that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

In this situation, he quickly calmed down, took a deep breath and said:

"At present, our real-time inter-galactic communication with the Pella Galaxy has been interrupted. We are temporarily unable to notify them to urgently suspend their operations. However, the communication team has already urgently contacted the fleet near the Pella Galaxy and asked them to find a way to pass the message."

"Mike Connor, what the hell do you do for a living?!"

A middle-aged man sitting next to Bernard slammed the table and stood up. He was David Steele, director of the CIA's Intelligence Division.

The Intelligence Department he is in charge of is the most traditional department of the CIA, which is responsible for deploying spies to the Star Dragon Empire and gathering intelligence.

The 'Deep Sea Project' was created by the Intelligence Department.

It is precisely because the budget of the "Deep Sea Project" was cut and transferred to Mike Connor's department and used to train the CIA's direct psychic agents that the Operations Division is no longer the "moon in the center of the crowd" as before.

Director David Steele's original position of "second to none" was also threatened, so he and Mike Connor were almost incompatible in the bureau.

This time, he didn't even think about it and started the "attack" with full firepower.

"It cost more than 10 billion to cut our department's budget over the past five years. How efficient it is! Director Bernard reported to the president at the regular meeting yesterday how meticulous our frontline operations were and how professional the airdropped psychic agents were!
But I never expected that your department could be so absurd as to allow a secret operation to be broadcast live throughout the entire process, not to mention that even the inter-galactic communication technology is restricted!
I can summarize it for you now, there are only two possibilities!
One, there is a mole in our room!
Second, this whole plan has huge loopholes!

Mike Connor, your department is responsible!"

We will not discuss for now the fact that when a major problem arose in the operation, David Steele did not think about solving the problem but instead took the opportunity to cause trouble.

On the other side, the Pella Galaxy Federation Ground Forces Headquarters also realized that something was wrong after discovering that their real-time communication with their superiors had been interrupted.

Because the Atlas Communication Center directly shut down the "inter-galaxy real-time communication" function for all users in the Pella galaxy except the Atlas Group users.

Therefore, not only the civilians in the galaxy, but also the warring parties on Pella IV and the fleets in space will not be able to get in real-time contact with the rear, nor can they access the Internet, let alone watch the live broadcast.

With the collaboration of Lilith and the communications center, the entire Pella galaxy seemed to be isolated and temporarily lost contact with the outside world.

Of course, the Federation and the Empire's own conventional means of communication can still be used, but in this emergency situation, these means of communication with huge delays will not be able to get a response for a while.
On the Hermes, Amber, Cleves and others were also watching the images sent back from the ground.

After the teaching team confirmed the location of the federal psychic agent, Amber knew that Atlas finally took the initiative in this round of confrontation.

"Notify everyone and prepare for the next step!"

(End of this chapter)