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Chapter 774
chapter 0325 part 1
Chapter 324: Hostel, Prey
Despite the physical examination showing no major issues with the elderly Federation General, the hospital still arranged a full set of top-tier medical monitoring equipment.
Sto Fel waved his hand, dismissing the female nurse from the Ward. He beckoned, and a White Person Middle-aged Man standing by in a Federal Air Force Lieutenant Colonel uniform quickly stepped forward to adjust Sto Fel's bed, helping him sit up and thoughtfully placing a pillow under his neck.
"Go investigate. I want to know everything about that Tang's arrival at Leon Military Base! Also, who he met and what he said to them, I want to know it all!"
Sto Fel took off his oxygen mask, a ruthless and sinister look on his face. "Furthermore, under the guise of strengthening Leon Military Base's safety, transfer a Battalion from the Northern Military Region! That Bastard Ross actually sided with an outsider, so I'll handle it myself!"
For Sto Fel, what happened today was a complete humiliation. The person Sto Fel hated most right now wasn't Tang Song, but Ross, his former Subordinate.
In Sto Fel's opinion, if Ross hadn't refused to cooperate with him in detaining and investigating Tang Song, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.
The scene at the landing field was like having his face rubbed hard on the Ground.
"General, sending troops to Leon Military Base requires authorization signatures from the White House and several Directors of the World Security Council! Our troops probably can't get in!"
The Lieutenant Colonel glanced at his Officer and cautiously advised.
Sto Fel's face twisted for a moment, and he gasped for breath, leaning his head on the soft pillow of the VIP bed. He knew his Adjutant was right. If Leon Military Base were a Directly Subordinate Federation Military Base, even if he overstepped his authority to mobilize troops, he could easily handle the matter afterwards with his extensive Connections.
But the troops stationed at this Base were multinational forces. Forget mobilizing a Battalion into the Military Base; even mobilizing a squad would cause significant international influence.
Sto Fel could even imagine that if he really transferred an airborne Battalion from the Northern Military Region, they might not even be able to enter the Military Base's Gate.
After a long while, Sto Fel rubbed his brow. "You go into the Base first and gather information. I need to know what that Asian named Tang Song has done and who he has met during this time!"
"Yes, General!" The Air Force Lieutenant Colonel stood up, holding his military cap in his Right Hand, saluted Sto Fel, and walked out of the High-level Ward. As he left, he gently closed the Ward's Door, leaving Sto Fel a quiet Room to rest.
Inside the Room, Sto Fel lay on the bed, closing his eyes to try and rest. Perhaps the temperature of the central air conditioning in the Room was set a little low.
Even though he pulled the velvet quilt over himself, he still felt inexplicably cold.
And every time he closed his eyes, he felt as if something was pressing down on his body, making it hard for him to breathe.
It felt like someone drowning and about to die, desperately trying to breathe, but inhaling water instead of air into their nasal cavity.
"Nurse! Nurse!"
Sto Fel finally struggled up from the nightmare. The bedding on the bed was completely soaked with his sweat, and even his white hair was soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his forehead in strands.
Sto Fel gasped for breath, frantically pressing the communicator by his hand while shouting loudly.
"Bang!"
The first to push open the Door were the two Soldiers standing alert at the Entrance.
The two Soldiers, holding assault rifles in their arms, first scanned the Ward to see if anyone had invaded. Seeing the disheveled Sto Fel, they asked with concern.
"Officer! Are you alright!"
Sto Fel waved his hand. "I just had a nightmare!"
The two Soldiers looked at each other and exited the Room.
Soon, the on-duty Doctor arrived in a hurry with a nurse. The Doctor then asked Sto Fel about his condition in detail and arranged a series of physical examinations for him.
Neither Sto Fel, the two sentinels guarding the Entrance, nor the on-duty Doctor and nurse seemed to notice from beginning to end.
In this High-level VIP Ward, indistinct shadows seemed to fill the Room.
Bethesda City, located in an unincorporated natural settlement in Montgomery County, Maryland, Federation. A town with a population of less than 60,000, it is home to the National Institutes of Health, the National Naval Medical Center, the Lockheed Martin Corporation Headquarters, and the Marriott International Headquarters. Forbes listed Bethesda as the most educated town in the Federation and ranked it the second most livable place in the Federation in April 2009.
Bethesda is also ranked as the 11th highest town in the Federation in terms of per capita income.
At the Lockheed Martin Corporation Headquarters, it was not yet closing time, and all the employees in the entire building seemed abnormally busy.
Although many people didn't know what they were busy with, they didn't want to be labeled as dispensable. Once labeled as such, it meant being laid off.
No one was willing to give up the opportunity to work at LockMart. Although the Company was not as good as before in recent years, its benefits and salary were far superior to ordinary companies.
However, Lockheed Martin Corporation recently lost a large portion of its firearms share from the Department of Defense. To maintain the Company and secure DoD orders.
Lockheed Martin Corporation decided to invest heavily in researching and developing its own exoskeleton armor, a project benchmarked against Tang Group's Juling Shen. However, lacking DoD funding support, Lockheed Martin Corporation could only search for suckers while consolidating funds.
For this, LockMart had already laid off a large number of overseas employees.
There was information that Lockheed Martin Corporation would consider downsizing some branches on the Federal Mainland, and even many people at the Headquarters were on the list for layoffs.
At this time, many employees wished they could bring a sleeping bag and sleep directly at the Company to show their loyalty.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same. The Door of the Senior Vice President's Office on the top floor was pushed open from the inside. A Middle-aged Man in a tailored suit, with slicked-back hair and a powdered face, zipped up his suit pants and walked out.
Before leaving the Office, he specifically had his female secretary, who had a voluptuous figure and wore a hip-hugging skirt and black silk stockings, straighten his Tie.
"Nancy, the clothes are good, but next time don't choose silk stockings of this quality; they're too much effort to tear!"
After kissing the female secretary, Mr. Harry Phil, Senior Vice President of Lockheed Martin Corporation, left the Office and walked to the exclusive Elevator for High-level Staff, pressed the Elevator button, and entered the Elevator.
Passing by several Offices with nameplates also marked Senior Vice President, the Vice Presidents who were working like dogs inside cast envious and jealous gazes at Harry Phil.
Chapter 324: Hostel, Prey
Despite the physical examination showing no major issues with the elderly Federation General, the hospital still arranged a full set of top-tier medical monitoring equipment.
Sto Fel waved his hand, dismissing the female nurse from the Ward. He beckoned, and a White Person Middle-aged Man standing by in a Federal Air Force Lieutenant Colonel uniform quickly stepped forward to adjust Sto Fel's bed, helping him sit up and thoughtfully placing a pillow under his neck.
"Go investigate. I want to know everything about that Tang's arrival at Leon Military Base! Also, who he met and what he said to them, I want to know it all!"
Sto Fel took off his oxygen mask, a ruthless and sinister look on his face. "Furthermore, under the guise of strengthening Leon Military Base's safety, transfer a Battalion from the Northern Military Region! That Bastard Ross actually sided with an outsider, so I'll handle it myself!"
For Sto Fel, what happened today was a complete humiliation. The person Sto Fel hated most right now wasn't Tang Song, but Ross, his former Subordinate.
In Sto Fel's opinion, if Ross hadn't refused to cooperate with him in detaining and investigating Tang Song, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.
The scene at the landing field was like having his face rubbed hard on the Ground.
"General, sending troops to Leon Military Base requires authorization signatures from the White House and several Directors of the World Security Council! Our troops probably can't get in!"
The Lieutenant Colonel glanced at his Officer and cautiously advised.
Sto Fel's face twisted for a moment, and he gasped for breath, leaning his head on the soft pillow of the VIP bed. He knew his Adjutant was right. If Leon Military Base were a Directly Subordinate Federation Military Base, even if he overstepped his authority to mobilize troops, he could easily handle the matter afterwards with his extensive Connections.
But the troops stationed at this Base were multinational forces. Forget mobilizing a Battalion into the Military Base; even mobilizing a squad would cause significant international influence.
Sto Fel could even imagine that if he really transferred an airborne Battalion from the Northern Military Region, they might not even be able to enter the Military Base's Gate.
After a long while, Sto Fel rubbed his brow. "You go into the Base first and gather information. I need to know what that Asian named Tang Song has done and who he has met during this time!"
"Yes, General!" The Air Force Lieutenant Colonel stood up, holding his military cap in his Right Hand, saluted Sto Fel, and walked out of the High-level Ward. As he left, he gently closed the Ward's Door, leaving Sto Fel a quiet Room to rest.
Inside the Room, Sto Fel lay on the bed, closing his eyes to try and rest. Perhaps the temperature of the central air conditioning in the Room was set a little low.
Even though he pulled the velvet quilt over himself, he still felt inexplicably cold.
And every time he closed his eyes, he felt as if something was pressing down on his body, making it hard for him to breathe.
It felt like someone drowning and about to die, desperately trying to breathe, but inhaling water instead of air into their nasal cavity.
"Nurse! Nurse!"
Sto Fel finally struggled up from the nightmare. The bedding on the bed was completely soaked with his sweat, and even his white hair was soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his forehead in strands.
Sto Fel gasped for breath, frantically pressing the communicator by his hand while shouting loudly.
"Bang!"
The first to push open the Door were the two Soldiers standing alert at the Entrance.
The two Soldiers, holding assault rifles in their arms, first scanned the Ward to see if anyone had invaded. Seeing the disheveled Sto Fel, they asked with concern.
"Officer! Are you alright!"
Sto Fel waved his hand. "I just had a nightmare!"
The two Soldiers looked at each other and exited the Room.
Soon, the on-duty Doctor arrived in a hurry with a nurse. The Doctor then asked Sto Fel about his condition in detail and arranged a series of physical examinations for him.
Neither Sto Fel, the two sentinels guarding the Entrance, nor the on-duty Doctor and nurse seemed to notice from beginning to end.
In this High-level VIP Ward, indistinct shadows seemed to fill the Room.
Bethesda City, located in an unincorporated natural settlement in Montgomery County, Maryland, Federation. A town with a population of less than 60,000, it is home to the National Institutes of Health, the National Naval Medical Center, the Lockheed Martin Corporation Headquarters, and the Marriott International Headquarters. Forbes listed Bethesda as the most educated town in the Federation and ranked it the second most livable place in the Federation in April 2009.
Bethesda is also ranked as the 11th highest town in the Federation in terms of per capita income.
At the Lockheed Martin Corporation Headquarters, it was not yet closing time, and all the employees in the entire building seemed abnormally busy.
Although many people didn't know what they were busy with, they didn't want to be labeled as dispensable. Once labeled as such, it meant being laid off.
No one was willing to give up the opportunity to work at LockMart. Although the Company was not as good as before in recent years, its benefits and salary were far superior to ordinary companies.
However, Lockheed Martin Corporation recently lost a large portion of its firearms share from the Department of Defense. To maintain the Company and secure DoD orders.
Lockheed Martin Corporation decided to invest heavily in researching and developing its own exoskeleton armor, a project benchmarked against Tang Group's Juling Shen. However, lacking DoD funding support, Lockheed Martin Corporation could only search for suckers while consolidating funds.
For this, LockMart had already laid off a large number of overseas employees.
There was information that Lockheed Martin Corporation would consider downsizing some branches on the Federal Mainland, and even many people at the Headquarters were on the list for layoffs.
At this time, many employees wished they could bring a sleeping bag and sleep directly at the Company to show their loyalty.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same. The Door of the Senior Vice President's Office on the top floor was pushed open from the inside. A Middle-aged Man in a tailored suit, with slicked-back hair and a powdered face, zipped up his suit pants and walked out.
Before leaving the Office, he specifically had his female secretary, who had a voluptuous figure and wore a hip-hugging skirt and black silk stockings, straighten his Tie.
"Nancy, the clothes are good, but next time don't choose silk stockings of this quality; they're too much effort to tear!"
After kissing the female secretary, Mr. Harry Phil, Senior Vice President of Lockheed Martin Corporation, left the Office and walked to the exclusive Elevator for High-level Staff, pressed the Elevator button, and entered the Elevator.
Passing by several Offices with nameplates also marked Senior Vice President, the Vice Presidents who were working like dogs inside cast envious and jealous gazes at Harry Phil.
