American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Spain is currently in turmoil, both economically and politically, with ideologies from both the left and the right rampant. As night falls, the luxury stores on the streets of Madrid remain brightly lit, while in the alleys across the street, unemployed homeless people light bonfires around trash cans to keep warm.

　Fortunately, Spain was already very poor under Franco's rule, and the remnants of the military dictatorship and repressive rule of the past still lingered. So, despite the many complaints among the people, few want a civil war, much less a return to the old military dictatorship. No general has the prestige of Marshal Franco to suppress the nation's demands for democracy. So, in my opinion, Spain's current system should be able to hold up.

　Then, Italy's situation became similar to Spain's: unemployment soared, prices soared, and the jobless were everywhere. The public safety situation had returned to the Renaissance, with Rome overrun by thieves and biker gangs. Because sanitation workers in Rome went on strike due to unpaid wages, the city's streets were as filthy as toilets that hadn't been cleaned in a month. Even the Vatican's square was littered with pigeon droppings and filthy beggars.

　"The situation in Spain and Italy is completely insignificant. Even if these stupid pig countries fall into chaos, it won't cause any trouble."

　President Nixon waved his hand dismissively, commenting, "What about Sweden? Have these descendants of the Vikings willingly given up their freedom and submitted to the rule of Slavic tyrants? Is there any hope of raising some anti-Soviet partisans there?"

　Although President Nixon was accused by his political opponents of being a "communist collaborator" and a "communist spy" for his advocacy of strategic retrenchment, a diplomatic thaw with China, and easing relations with the Soviet Union, he was nonetheless happy to help if there was an opportunity to cause trouble for the Soviet Union without incurring much cost.

　"Well, Mr. President, Sweden was simply forced by the Soviet Union to undergo political 'Finlandization,' losing a certain degree of independence. But it wasn't transformed into the red system of Eastern Europe, and the Swedish royal family wasn't deposed. It's just that the Swedish Communist Party's influence has grown."

　Kissinger explained, "However, all this is only temporary, and it is hard to say how long it will last. What kind of social transformation will the Kremlin implement in Sweden?

　It is still unknown whether those anti-Soviet people will be persecuted.

　Therefore, after the Swedish crisis came to an end and external traffic was restored, a large-scale exodus swept across the country..."

　In fact, despite their resentment at being abandoned by NATO, Swedish liberals fled westward in droves after the border reopened. The highway from the capital Stockholm to the Norwegian border was immediately crowded with fleeing vehicles. Bank runs, panic buying at supermarkets, and gas stations running dry were commonplace. In just one week, 4 Swedes left the country.

　Even though Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme repeatedly emphasized in his national addresses that the "situation was under control," once the citizens of Stockholm witnessed the Soviet troops' advance, even Swedish parliamentarians and cabinet ministers fled abroad, with a quarter of university professors fleeing.

　Many Swedes sold their apartments and furniture as quickly as possible, taking only cash and passports and fleeing to Oslo or Copenhagen. The Swedish krona plummeted to a historic low, the black market dollar exchange rate doubled, and every port leading to its western neighbor was blocked by long queues of cars.

　The European Community announced an emergency summit to discuss Sweden's refugee acceptance plan, and the US Embassy in Stockholm began burning confidential documents.

　Although the Kremlin has not yet officially started interfering in Sweden's internal affairs and implementing the transformation of Sweden similar to that of Eastern European countries, the Swedish people seem to have prepared for the worst and have fled their homeland for freedom without hesitation.

　"It's normal. When Khrushchev ordered the construction of the Berlin Wall in Germany, the people of Berlin voted with their feet in the same way."

　President Nixon said, "But if the Swedes are so eager to embrace freedom, surely they don't have the courage to fight the Soviets? Why can't they learn from the Estonian 'Forest Brothers' and fight guerrilla warfare against the Soviets for decades?"

　——As the person primarily responsible for colluding with the Soviet Union, abandoning Sweden, and destroying Sweden's will to resist from behind, he said this shamelessly.

　"What's next? It's been almost a year since the United Nations headquarters moved to the Palais des Nations in Geneva. Did the Secretary-General from Burma say when the headquarters will move back to New York?" President Nixon, whose mood had improved after hearing the bad news from Europe, continued to ask.

　Secretary-General U Thant told me that Geneva's environment and security are excellent, much better than post-war New York, which was devastated, insecure, and plagued by frequent power and water outages. Most UN staff prefer to remain in Switzerland. Furthermore, the UN is currently facing a severe funding shortage. If certain major countries fail to pay their dues promptly, the UN will simply not have the money for another relocation.

　Kissinger replied: As we all know, the major country that owes the most dues to the United Nations has always been the United States.

　This is not primarily because the United States cannot afford to pay, but rather because successive presidents have felt that the United Nations, despite being in their own territory, is always disobedient, frequently issuing resolutions condemning the United States, much to Washington's displeasure. Therefore, they are naturally stingy when it comes to paying dues.

　It was obvious that President Nixon had no intention of paying the arrears. So, he didn't bring it up again, but changed the subject. "By the way, I haven't seen Major General Haig in the White House in the last few days. He used to be one of your men. Do you know what he's been up to?"

　"Huh? Mr. President, don't you know? Major General Haig should be playing whack-a-mole in California right now with his new troops!"

　Dr. Kissinger thought about it and reported this to President Nixon.

　"Whack-a-mole?" President Nixon was a little confused. "What do you mean?"

　"A metaphor would be to conduct a crackdown on public security operations, to suppress and apprehend criminals hiding in underground shelters—primarily bankrupt capitalists and financial fraudsters, as well as members of violent criminal gangs who have infiltrated the shelters of the wealthy..."

　Although she has not received any professional training, since she became a transcendental being and became a "Tantric Master", her physical condition is perfect and her singing voice is quite pleasant.

　As they sang, the other girls also followed the piano melody, their graceful breasts bouncing up and down, singing clear harmonies.

　Even Monica, who just turned ten this year, sat in Zhao Qiuniang's arms, shaking her tender little body and clapping happily.

　From where Fili was standing at the moment, looking towards the living room, all he could see was beautiful long hair of various colors, slender and soft arms and legs, round and firm breasts and buttocks, and delicate and fair skin that was as delicate as a baby's... From head to toe, she looked like a newborn baby.

　The whole room is filled with a joyful and exciting vitality.

　Ah, this is such a pleasing sight.

　Fili stood at the door carrying a lot of bags, immersed in this natural and wonderful beauty, not wanting to interrupt this wonderful atmosphere rashly.

　Until a baby's cry interrupted this amazing morning chorus.

　As a mother, Alena quickly turned around and crawled to the cradle by the wall, took out her newborn daughter, and gently fed her.

　Marita also stopped playing the piano, turned her sparkling eyes towards Feri, and stretched out her right hand to greet her husband.

　Juanita was even quicker, she stood up from the carpet immediately, her long hair swaying in the air, and ran straight towards Fili.

　"Welcome back, Master." She jumped naked into Fili's arms and kissed him on the cheek. Then she stood up straight, letting Fili admire her beautiful body. "What delicious food did you buy today?"

　"Steak, chicken breast, cabbage, carrots, tomatoes, pineapple, grapes, and bananas. And bread and cheese."

　Firi replied as he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair a few times.

　"What? Some of the usual food."

　Isabelle and Camilla pouted and complained, but they still walked over, one on each side, and took the four shopping bags from Ferry.

　Marita also stood up from the piano and helped Juanita to help Fili, the only one in the villa who was wearing clothes, to undress. Soon, Fili was stripped naked, revealing his body, which was a little thin but still healthy and smooth.

　"Why did you suddenly think of playing the piano today? Marita, this piano used to be in the living room, but I never saw you play it once a week."

　After taking off their clothes, Fili put his left arm around Marita and his right arm around Juanita, and the three of them sat side by side on the sofa. He asked casually while kneading their breasts filled with milk - except for the young Monica, all of Fili's harem slaves were still breastfeeding.

　Every time milk accumulates, kneads and squeezes out of the breasts, it stimulates the rapid development of their breasts, making them gradually bigger and firmer.

　Therefore, no matter how flat the breasts were at first, every girl now has two plump and tender fat balls hanging on her chest.

　Furthermore, once they became transcendents, the breast milk they secreted became a natural potion, imbued with abundant divine power. Aside from its short shelf life, it was practically on par with the finest alchemical ingredients and nutrients.

　I believe that if their children eat such great liquid food every day since childhood, they will definitely grow up healthy and strong, right?

　Looking at Alena feeding her daughter Emilia with a kind face, Fili thought happily.

　"Why are you playing the piano? Of course, because we have something good to celebrate today! Honey, have you forgotten?"

　Marita answered this while whispering to Fili, and pointed to the huge cylindrical glass jar filled with light green potion in the corner. The graceful figure of Catherine, the new female teacher in the harem, was like a goldfish in a tank, and was clearly visible in the glass jar.

　However, compared to her previous state of being a "cat with broken limbs", Catherine, who was now immersed in a potion jar like a specimen, now had a pair of slender hands and two beautiful long legs with perfect shape, which were almost the same as those of the slender models.

　"Dear, didn't you mark it on the calendar? Today is the day we're supposed to take Catherine out of the can to celebrate her recovery of her limbs and her new life. As the hostess, I naturally have to throw her a party and prepare a few programs."

　Marita said, "If I think about it, I don't have any special talents, so I'll just play the piano."

　"Oh, yes, Katherine's limbs have grown back. I'll go check to see if there are any other problems with her."

　After Marita's reminder, Fili finally remembered this. He quickly let go of the plump bodies he was hugging, stood up, and walked to the outside of the huge glass jar in the corner. He looked at the Catherine inside the jar. Her limbs were intact, her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was sleeping...

　However, before Ferry could start casting magic on the woman in the jar, Kate, who was busy preparing the ingredients, suddenly began to retch.

　"Ugh, it stinks! What's that smell? It stinks!" She pinched her nose and complained in a muffled voice, looking out the window. "Could it be that the hemp greenhouse and mushroom house in the neighboring manor are applying fertilizer again?"

　"No, even if someone next door is applying fertilizer, the fertilizer shouldn't smell like this! It smells like a chicken that's been rotting for ten years.

　Eggs wrapped in dead rats, a hellish cocktail fermenting in a moldy shroud! Is there a rotting whale stranded on the beach?

　Marita stood up to close the window to prevent the stench from continuing to invade, while looking out the window, trying to find out what was wrong.

　It must be said that this inexplicably horrible stench was incredibly strong. Even with the windows closed, the stench still made the women's eyes glaze over and their faces pale. As the head of the household, Fili, despite having just taken off his clothes, had no choice but to let the girls help him quickly put on his military uniform before sending him off to investigate.

　As a result, just a few minutes after leaving the house, Fili came running back breathlessly. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted, "Oh no, this place is unbearable. Hurry up and pack up and prepare to move! The fighting is about to start here!"

　"Fighting? Are you sure? Who is fighting with whom?" The hostess Marita was a little stunned and asked subconsciously.

　"My former Deputy Director, Major General Haig, who was promoted to Washington, has returned to Los Angeles with a group of men! He's using the 'stinkiest weapon' he got from who knows where, and he's poisoning that underground shelter west of us! He's trying to smoke out the people inside!"

　-

　Malibu Beach, about 1.5 kilometers west of Firi's villa.

　Under the scorching sun, the air is filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze and the hot smell of dry sand and dust.

　Next to California Highway 1, at the foot of the cliffs adjacent to the beach, President Nixon's military aide, recently promoted Major General Haig, was sinking his military boots into the wet sand, and the waves of the tide kept washing the blower cables.

　Originally, given his status and position, he shouldn't have been personally on the front lines directing such small-scale security operations—but as a new officer, he had to show some results. So, Major General Haig, who preferred to stay in his office, had no choice but to take the field himself.

　Sighing, Major General Haig raised his binoculars and saw at the foot of the cliff three hundred meters away, several special forces soldiers he brought with him were wearing airtight gas masks, sweating profusely as they busied themselves moving various heavy equipment to the beach below the road, relying on people to pull and carry them on their shoulders.

　In the center of the cliff at the end of the beach, there is a heavy alloy door. On the alloy door, you can still vaguely see traces of the oxyacetylene cutting gun, as well as scorch marks from the explosion, scattered bullet casings, broken strips of cloth, twisted and deformed metal parts, helmets, etc.

　This is what was left behind by the FBI's SWAT tactical team during the last assault.

　Despite numerous attempts to break down the door, the SWAT team was unable to defeat the nuclear-resistant device. Instead, those inside the shelter remotely controlled explosives set outside and launched a counterattack, successfully killing and injuring over a dozen SWAT team members.

　After this unsuccessful raid, both the police and the FBI gave up on storming the shelter and switched to surveillance from a distance.

　To be honest, if someone like this hides in an underground shelter and the owner is a wealthy person, the authorities are generally not willing to storm it.

　Anyway, no matter what the reason, these former bosses hid in the cave, which was equivalent to giving up all their industries and influence in the outside world. The court could easily seal up and confiscate their property, revoke all their certificates and licenses, and watch them die socially.

　Next, even if they continue to hide in the shelter and do not come out to evade legal sanctions, what is the difference between this and going to jail?

　For others, there is basically no difference. They will just disappear from society and will no longer pose any harm to the outside world!

　If that's the case, why should we endure the hardship and effort of storming the shelter, bearing the huge sacrifices and consumption, just to pull the people inside out?

　But the story of this underground shelter on Malibu Beach is a little different—it's not about a wealthy individual who built a luxurious shelter and then went there to hide after committing crimes or going bankrupt. Instead, the family's nanny and housekeeper colluded with gangsters to kidnap the owner and rob him of his treasures. Then, when the police came after them, they forced the owner to hand over the key and combination, allowing him to hide in this shelter and survive.

　Obviously, such acts of treason and rebellion have seriously offended the American ruling class. Coupled with the recent deterioration in public security, with more and more criminals using fortified shelters to resist police pursuit, both the state and federal governments wanted to make an example of this. So, they issued a strict order to storm this shelter and bring out the bastards hiding inside to serve as a warning to others!

　However, the steward who betrayed his master was in charge of the construction of the seaside shelter and may know more about the shelter than the owner.

　Therefore, when facing attacks from the police and the FBI, he was able to easily utilize the various defensive combat facilities in the shelter and continue to counter their moves.

　Unfortunately, this refuge, which is occupied by thugs, is located next to a busy resort and adjacent to the busy California Highway 1. The government does not want to abuse heavy weapons or deadly biological and chemical weapons such as nerve gas to prevent causing more serious secondary disasters to the surrounding people.

　Besides, a long-term siege is not feasible. Because the shelter has enough food to last for three years and has an independent deep well,

　Rapidly cutting off the water supply to the shelter would mean poisoning the groundwater, which is obviously unacceptable to the surrounding residents who also rely on groundwater.

　Finally, after the police and FBI's attack attempts failed, this difficult task of being cautious in taking action fell on Major General Haig.

　Between the combat zone and the resort, a slack group of California National Guardsmen lazily formed a cordon.

　Although it was called a blockade, most of the National Guard members were just there to watch the fun, and they even had their rifles slung over their shoulders instead of holding them up.

　Some people even playfully flirted with the hot girls in swimsuits who were strolling over from the nearby resort. It didn't look like they were fighting at all.

　Such an unbelievable performance made Major General Haig's eyes go dark: There is no way, the combat effectiveness of the National Guard in each state of the United States varies greatly. Some troops are rotated to fight abroad, and their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of regular troops, while some troops are just trying to get by, and their combat level is about the same as that of ordinary police.

　As the largest state in the United States, California's National Guard is considered to be quite powerful. Unfortunately, of the 60,000 California National Guard members, only about 10,000 or 20,000 are regularly deployed abroad to fight, while the remaining tens of thousands are just there to get by.

　The California National Guard, which was ordered to cooperate with Major General Haig in the offensive operation at this time, was a militia team that was just trying to get by.

　They were already doing their job well by coming to seal off the battle scene instead of being absent from duty. Nothing more could be asked for. Fortunately, Major General Haig had brought his own special forces from the capital. Although they were improvised, they were all qualified and exemplary soldiers.

　When the only accessible road was blown up and trucks could not get down to the beach, they bypassed the shelter gate and carried all the combat equipment down by manpower. Then they found a ventilation hole on the cliff disguised as a sea cave and stuffed the pipes in.

　The other end of the pipe was connected to several cylinders filled with highly concentrated hydrogen sulfide—a potent odor, but a relatively safe one among irritants. Even if some leaked, there was little risk of it poisoning innocent people nearby.

　Well, at most I felt so nauseous that I couldn't eat, and had to run away frantically while covering my nose.

　Soon, as the valve of the cylinder opened, light yellow smoke spewed out from the cracks in the rocks, scaring the flock of seagulls circling at low altitude away.

　"Hey, should we be able to smoke out those ground rats this time? I don't have that much time to play with him!"

　Looking back at the journalists in the distance who had already set up their cameras, the curious idlers peeking out from the top of the cliff, and the yachts bobbing up and down on the seashore with the decks full of people, Major General Haig, who was feeling tremendous psychological pressure, muttered to himself.

　Author's words: PS: Recently, novels about time travel using DeepSeek have appeared, which rationalize the "know-it-all" attribute of the time traveler.

　I have to say, it sounds pretty fashionable.

　Chapter 620: Major General Haig, the True Lord of Setting Fire to the Mountain

　As time passed, the hydrogen sulfide gas that was poured into the ventilation vents continued to leak out along the cracks in the cliff rock, filling the entire beach. The smoke made the nearby residents who were originally watching all around scatter in a hurry, and even many journalists who were not prepared ran away.

　But the thugs and robbers hiding in the shelter remained silent.

　This made Major General Haig, who was wearing a gas mask, feel a little anxious and worried.

　—Were the people hiding inside completely overwhelmed by the stench, or were they completely unaffected?

　"This shouldn't be possible! Even if the criminals inside had gas masks, they couldn't have lasted that long!"

　Beads of sweat slid down the inside of his bulletproof vest, leaving dark marks on his camouflage uniform, making Major General Haig increasingly irritated.

　He frowned and ordered to increase the intensity of poisoning, adding seaweed putrefactive substances to the hydrogen sulfide, and doubling the concentration.

　Twenty seconds later, the electric booster pump began to hum. An even more terrifying stench spread, like a foul, thick stew that had been simmering in an underwater volcano for half a century. The smell was enough to make even the fiercest pirate bite off his tongue—but the thugs in the shelter remained unresponsive.

　The locked alloy door remained motionless, and there was no sign of anyone trying to escape from inside.

　So, Major General Haig had no choice but to unfold the blueprint of the shelter again and continue to study it carefully, muttering to himself, "This shelter probably doesn't have a fully enclosed system like a spaceship. The filters in the ventilation ducts alone can't filter out the hydrogen sulfide."

　"I wonder if there's another ventilation pipe in this shelter that's pulling the poison gas you just released directly outside? If that's the case, your hydrogen sulfide gas would enter through one hole and exit through another, leaving it with no impact on the main shelter space."

　Haig's former boss, Firi, the director of the Strategic Deception Bureau, who had just returned to the battlefield after evacuating and settling his woman, reminded him of this while recalling a similar plot in the old anti-Japanese war movie "Tunnel Warfare".

　——Friends who have seen the movie "Tunnel Warfare" all know how the Eighth Route Army in the tunnel dealt with the Japanese devils by injecting poison gas: one hole for air inflow and one hole for air outflow, and the poison gas was all idling in the empty tunnel, making it impossible to smoke out the people hiding in the tunnel.

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