Chapter 1372 - 446: Three Battlefields

Chapter 1372: Chapter 446: Three Battlefields

The Cuban war has drawn the attention of countless people, and Lin Miao was no exception. He could keep track of every move on the battlefield in real-time through players.

Should any changes occur, Lin Miao would directly intervene, blow up the local network, ignite the satellite engine, and pull down the orbital weapons from near-Earth orbit.

The cost of doing so was naturally heavy; it could very well make one a global enemy, leading to total isolation and being decisively eliminated.

But fortunately, there weren’t too many unexpected events.

Facing the first powerful strike of the European Community, players not only withstood it but also won a glorious victory.

Although European Community media portrayed this as a retreat and defeat for the Horizon Mercenaries, claiming that it was a humanitarian gesture letting them leave, the spiritual victory was maxed out, but anyone with clear eyes knew what happened.

After all, what kind of retreat involves getting aboard your own ship and hijacking a warship to escape?

But at least in the short term, the European Community won’t launch another wave of attacks; both sides need time to rest and resupply.

Moreover, the low morale of European soldiers needs addressing. The usual methods apply: women, good food and drink, drugs, and Super Dream. It’ll take at least a month for them to regain their spirits.

Ironically, players who died in battle resurrect on the spot within three days and can replenish their military stock in a week.

In a month, maybe even the Borealis would have a child.

"Minister..."

"..."

"Minister Lin!"

In response to repeated calls, Lin Miao took off the Super Dream headband and saw Alex’s face. He awkwardly straightened himself in the chair and adjusted his clothes.

"Uh... oh! Right, you were calling me... haha... I’m still not quite used to this title."

Alex, who was transferred by Miles to protect Lin Miao, felt extremely displeased and rolled his eyes before saying:

"Someone’s looking for you."

"Who?"

"Panam Palmer, Mexican, Adcardo, has brought quite a few people outside the city."

Lin Miao slapped his forehead, making a face that looked as if he had suddenly remembered.

"Yes! I remember, I invited her. Let her come in."

The Efficiency Department, said to be a newly established department by the Federal Government, with a few temporary offices cleared out in the Intelligence Bureau building. At least no lunatics have come around here to assassinate Lin Miao.

Even the irreverent Panam came to the Intelligence Bureau fully prepared to be arrested on the spot as she stepped through the door.

She was scrutinized by countless eyes through layers of security checks until it was confirmed she carried no potentially dangerous items before being allowed through.

The Efficiency Department is on the third floor of the Intelligence Bureau, already packed with government employees busy working everywhere.

When Panam walked in, her rather simple garb instantly attracted scornful glances from these people, and no one was willing to pay her any heed.

However, Panam was used to it; wandering tribes were already looked down upon by city dwellers.

Compared to this minor irritation, Lin Miao was the one truly annoying her.

Pushing open the office door, seeing Lin Miao casually sitting in the chair, Panam couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

"Awesome, Lin, you’re really a dog for New America now, huh? What, did you call me all the way here just to see you putting on airs?"

Becoming a government dog was even more unacceptable to Panam than being a corporate dog.

If it weren’t that Lin Miao was the one, along with Sol and others vouching for him, Panam would have completely severed ties with Lin Miao forever.

"What’s wrong with being a dog?"

Lin Miao, seated in his chair, spoke righteously.

"Look at this mansion, big office, and so many elite soldiers under me. President Miles recognized my talent and chose me. She is the only sun in my heart! Loyalty!!! MAGA!"

Just joking.

Intelligence Bureau

The monitoring equipment found in this room could be measured by weight; can you talk freely?

Thus, in Panam’s perspective, besides the endlessly talking Lin Miao, a second Lin Miao appeared out of thin air and waved to her.

"Aloha, Panam."

Can’t deny, the program developed by Song Zhaomei was truly useful.

Panam didn’t want to show Lin Miao any kindness, but guessing there was more to it, her tone softened.

"Tell me, why did you call me to Washington? What’s the matter that can’t be discussed via communication?"

Panam actually knew Lin Miao and his team weren’t ones to be stably integrated, they definitely had plans.

"Just like I said, MAGA."

Real Lin Miao used his finger to write a line of English in the air.

[make America great again]

"You really want to help Miles? That bitch wants nothing more than to wipe us out!"

If Miles had been here, Panam might try a one-to-one trade-off. Military Science even planned to cleanse all wandering tribes outside Night City, hence why Sol was eager to find a partnership in biotechnology.

"Miles? Her America is not the America I’m speaking of."

Real Lin Miao shook his head and pointed at Panam.

"It’s you, Panam. The America I’m talking about is Adcardo, Blood Gang, Snake Gang, and every American struggling on this land. You are that America."

"But I can’t do it alone. Miles wants to use me, I might as well use this job, so I need your help."

"Us? Help you?"

Panam pointed to those arrogant government employees outside occasionally peeping in through the office’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Aren’t these stooges enough for you?"

So-called office work, actually monitoring.

"Not a chance, they can’t do anything."

Real Lin Miao rolled his eyes, sat on his desk, and bounced his leg.