My own war game

Chapter 384 Chaotic Press Conference
"Using biological weapons?! On the battlefield of the peninsula?"

"Has anyone received the inside information? Call and verify it immediately!"

"Point the camera at her, yes! That female reporter! I feel like this is going to be big news!"

Just like dropping a stone into a calm lake, the short-haired female reporter's simple words attracted everyone's attention at the scene. People began to whisper, and cameras and flashes were all aimed at her.

Although his sunglasses were blocking his view, Mark Arthur's face visibly stiffened in the face of the unexpected news.

"Ma'am, I don't know which third-rate information dealer you bought the information from, but if you want to ask questions, please identify yourself first."

"April Monica, a reporter from the Washington Post, General, please answer my question: Does the U.S. military plan to use biological weapons on the peninsula?" The female reporter found a familiar rhythm and brought out the same aggressive momentum that she had used to question Truman in the White House.

"The Washington Post?" MacArthur muttered, and an assistant beside him quickly came up and said, "It's from the Republican Party."

This simple sentence gave the five-star general an initial prediction in his mind - the general election is still a year away, and the Republicans are looking for an opportunity to fire.

Thinking of this, the admiral calmed down a little and answered directly in an official tone, "Ma'am, I don't know where you got the news, but according to the Geneva Convention, the United States has never participated in the development of biological weapons, let alone used them on the battlefield of the peninsula."

"So your answer is NO?"

"Yes, my answer is NO at any time."

At this time, the press officer rushed forward and said, "Everyone, the general is very tired, so today's questions will be..."

"and many more!"

Before she finished speaking, several documents and dozens of photos were held high by the female reporter. "I have evidence here to prove that the US Navy has taken over the biological weapons project of the former Japanese government, and the relevant personnel are now on the peninsula!"

What?! There is evidence?!

Reporters moved forward one after another, wanting to get a closer look at the so-called "evidence," and the entire reception began to become chaotic.

"Everyone, please wait a moment! Please wait a moment!" The press officer and several soldiers intervened in the middle, separating April.

"We just checked the invitation letter. Miss April is not on the list of reporters. We need to ask her to leave now."

The military police rushed over, and the other reporters who had smelled something started to make a fuss.

"Let her finish! Please let him finish!"

“Is the US government covering up something?!”

"Reject power politics, the public has the right to know the truth!"

The military police restrained the female reporter, and the leader said in a deep voice, "Madam, please move this way. We do not want to use violence."

The female reporter did not choose to resist, but obediently walked out of the house between the two gendarmes. The eyes of hundreds of people in the house were following her.

But when she was about to walk out, April once again did something that surprised everyone - the woman picked up the thing in her hand and threw it hard in the air!
Wow!

Photos were scattered in the sky, floating like snowflakes. Reporters in the crowd raised their hands and pushed each other to fight for these precious "information".

The scene was in chaos and someone blew a whistle outside.
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At night, MacArthur's office was still brightly lit, with dozens of photos placed on the desk.

The staff in charge of sorting out the photos turned their heads away because the content of the photos was indeed horrifying. Some people subconsciously glanced at MacArthur who was silent beside them, as if they were also wondering whether he was really working with the devil. An adjutant came over and whispered, "Sir, I'm very sorry. Although we tried our best to collect them, some photos and materials still fell into the hands of reporters at the scene."

Mark Arthur took out his pipe and rubbed it silently in his hands. "Can you confirm which reporters got the materials?"

"Our information is incomplete. What we have confirmed is that there are British BBC, Agence France-Presse, New York Times, and Soviet Tass at the scene... The media from the allies are easier to talk about, but the key is that three of them are from the Soviet Union and Yugoslavia."

"I understand, you did a good job." MacArthur did not comment, but waved his hand to let the adjutant leave.

The adjutant beside him did not leave, but hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Sir, there seems to be a driving force behind this incident."

"Why do you think so?" the general turned around and asked.

"This is just my personal opinion." The adjutant walked to the table and gathered the photos together like playing cards, then held them up in one hand.

"You were there at the scene, and you should have seen the photo being held in the woman's hand in a similar position to mine now."

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"Please pay attention to my hand holding the photo."

"Oh?" MacArthur focused his attention on the other party's hands and soon discovered the clue.

When all the photos on the desk were gathered together, they filled up the adjutant's right hand, and it looked like there was no room for any more photos.

"That's right. Just the part we confiscated is hard for an adult male to hold in one hand, not to mention the ones scattered in the hands of the media. But the woman at the scene clearly didn't have any other photos in her hand."

"Are you saying that there are people at the scene spreading the same things?" MacArthur instantly understood what the adjutant meant.

"Yes, sir, this seems to be the only explanation at the moment."

The general looked with some surprise at his adjutant who had followed him for more than a year. The young man, a West Point graduate, had only witnessed the last year of fighting in World War II. In fact, he did not have enough qualifications and experience, and was transferred to Japan because of his family background.

My impression is that he completed his tasks diligently and rarely made mistakes in his daily work, but he was not someone who was good at finding problems in details.

I seem to have underestimated him in the past.

To his surprise, the young adjutant bent down and continued

"Sir, the election is still a year away. We cannot rule out the possibility that someone will use the news on the Peninsula battlefield to create disturbances. You must know that Mr. President has taken a lot of pressure in public opinion for promoting this war. If there is any shady dealings again..."

The other party's idea coincided with his own. Mark Arthur nodded slowly and said, "Please elaborate on it in detail."

"Yes, sir, but there seem to be too many people here..."

"Okay, come with me." MacArthur waved his hand and walked into a small conference room alone with his assistant.

"Okay, now you can talk..." The general stopped talking halfway because he saw his assistant lock the door with a click.

A silver-white pistol was pointed at MacArthur.

(End of this chapter)