"Check the data, I want to see who stole it!"

Matisse's cold voice resounded in the hall, so loud that even those with headsets could hear it.

The technicians began typing on the keyboard, and after the person in charge entered the password, a large amount of data emerged.

It was the same young man observing 'Moon Eye', with cold sweat pouring out of his head, and his fingers trembling slightly when he tapped on the keyboard.

"Sir...sir, the 'Moon Eye' has been hovering over us and has not moved."

"It hasn't moved?" Matisse nodded, "Have your eyes been eaten by dogs? You can't find it even if you call other satellites. Now you tell me that you haven't moved?!"

"Shit!"

The person in charge also played in person, the more so, the more surprised he was.

It is clear that the 'Moon Eye' was hijacked by hackers, but there is no trace at all. If not for this memory, everyone would doubt the authenticity of the incident...

The person in charge became ruthless and began to look through domestic application files, as well as applications from other countries that were "accidentally received".

The picture displayed on the screen, the first row, the second person, is Admiral Brooks.

"What does this mean? Suspect selection? Don't tell me that the hackers are those capital predators? Or senior military officials, scientists, etc."

"Mr. Minister, we are still unable to find the means of attack by hackers, and these are the only people who applied for military satellites before."

The person in charge said seriously, "Each of them has huge energy, and they will not be happy to be rejected when calling military satellites, so..."

"Pfft~" Matisse sneered, "They will hold a grudge for this matter? Then they should be angry to death if they are angry all day long."

"Also." Mattis stood up and put his fingers against the shoulder of the person in charge, "Don't make excuses for your mistakes, instead of thinking about who will take the blame for you, you should think about how to explain to the president tomorrow morning! "

After finishing speaking, Mattis walked towards the door, and the person in charge hurriedly followed, "By the way, why wasn't General Brooks' application approved?"

The person in charge quickly made a look, and the technician next to him immediately understood.

The reason for Brooks' application and the reason for rejection were immediately displayed on the large central screen.

Matisse turned around, touched the ring on his middle finger with one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, like a male wolf waiting to be hunted.

"Looking for Tony Stark? Why wasn't it approved?"

The person in charge suddenly sweated profusely, "Minister, this part is checked by other officials, and I am only responsible for recording."

Mattis nodded, "I'll visit the official later, remember to call a satellite for General Brooks to use, it's really hard for him to stay in the desert."

"Yes, Minister, but this requires your signature."

Mattis glanced at him, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Yes, yes, I will print it right away!" the person in charge hurriedly said.

Mattis raised his wrist and checked the time, "I'll give you two hours to transfer the satellite to General Brooks. Also, write me the excuse you're going to put off the president."

"This..." The person in charge was full of embarrassment, and it was okay to call the military satellite. After all, the military boss is here, and it is only his signing effort, but the excuse of "prevaricating" the president...

Mattis gave him a cold look.

The person in charge immediately shuddered, "Don't worry, Minister, I will send it directly to your office in two hours!"

Matisse patted him on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows slightly, "I hope you can do it."

After finishing speaking, he walked out without hesitation, and the person in charge watched the boss disappear into the corner of the corridor, paralyzed, and sat down on the chair.

Looking around, frowning, he said viciously: "What are you looking at?! Have you found the hacker? Have you found the data of 'Moon Eye'?! Do you still want a bonus?!"

The voice was louder and louder, and the technician hurriedly lowered his head,

Facing the computer screen, there was a "crack."

There is no way, the official rank crushes people to death, and at the same time, I am secretly slandering in my heart. Just now, when the minister was here, he pretended to be like a grandson. Now, tsk tsk tsk...

After taking a break, the person in charge drank the coffee at the table, pulled himself together, and typed on the keyboard.

At the same time, he began to read the information, the information of Admiral Brooks.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I’m startled when I look at it!

It turns out that Secretary Mattis served under Brooks!

He later served as General Brooks' personal bodyguard!

My God, the person in charge is sweating. Fortunately, he doesn't care much about mobilizing satellites.

So that person didn't come to him a few days ago, instead he found another official and blocked General Brooks' satellite application.

A smile was forced from the corner of the person in charge's mouth. It turned out that he was not the most unlucky one, and he could completely imagine the scene when that guy faced Minister Mattis.

Must be interesting.

The person in charge glanced at the time, opened the document immediately, and let his imagination run wild.

"...Damn it! How on earth should this thing be written?"

...After staying up all night, Mattis and the person in charge appeared in the Oval Office of the President, and the President was looking at the report seriously.

But the more he looked, the more confused his face became. Matisse looked left and right at the decorations in the office, while the person in charge was sweating profusely and only stared at his leather shoes.

The document was put down, the president crossed his hands, glanced at the two, and nodded casually, "Very good, can any gentleman tell me who wrote this report?"

"President...President, it's me."

"Oh?" The black president raised his eyebrows and looked at him seriously. "To be honest, I think you are more suitable for writing or drawing comics."

"Let's see what's written on it? Aliens use the 'moon eye' to study the earthlings?"

"Oh my God, why didn't the aliens just take you away to deepen their advanced technology in the field of anatomy?!"

"This...I...Mr. President...but the fact..."

"Stop, stop, take your report, go out and turn left, if you need, I can help you contact the publishing house, I believe they will think that this is a science fiction that is more successful than "Harry Potter" !"

"Sir, "Harry Potter" is fantasy." Matisse kindly reminded.

"Oh~" The black president frowned, "What's the difference? There is a master of fantasy standing in front of you! Look at this report! Mattis, I can't believe you haven't read it."

"Actually, I haven't seen it, sir."

The President nodded, "Very good, all good, this year's bonus is gone! Bastards! And that damn subsidy! I just need to take this report to Congress, and I believe that group of vampires will peel you off. Skin!"

"What are you still doing here? Get out! Get out of here!"

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