Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Harry lit a cigarette, took two puffs and started coughing.

"Are you okay?" Raphael asked.

"It's an old problem. Don't worry." Harry said casually, "You don't have to do this about the security company. Germany is our ally. We can get you permission to use lethal weapons through normal communication mechanisms, and we can also get assistance from the KSK..."

After the violent coughing, he asked curiously: "But if it is according to your idea, what is the name of PMC?"

"The Russians call it BEAR, so I'll call it USEC, how about that?"

"Wouldn't that be a direct exposure?"

"Why would it be exposed? This is called explicit!"

Raphael said in a provocative tone:

"The Russians call it the Battle Encounter Assault Regiment (BEAR), so why can't I call it the United Security Expedition Company (USEC)?

Believe me, the name is not important. What is important is that I want the Russians to come and never come back.”

"That's it. I'll give you a reply on the PMC matter within three days."

Harry stared at the sky covered with dark clouds for a long time without a single star in it. He put out his cigarette, returned to his bed in the office and fell asleep.

I vaguely felt that only a few minutes had passed when I heard a violent knock on the door.

He heard a lot of people's discussion with sleepy eyes, which made him quite annoyed. Harry took off the nightcap covering his face and roared outside the lounge door:

"Be quiet the fuck up! What time is it now? How can we get some good sleep?"

"Harry, it's 10am."

"Hmm?" the man murmured in deep sleep, "What happened?"

"The question you sent me last night at midnight concerned me a little, so I came here... You may need to rest for a while."

"Ah... about that... wait, Giles, why are you here?"

Harry jumped up as soon as he came to his senses.

Why is this bastard still waiting in his office? Shouldn't he be handling the general's spy case?

Perhaps such doubts were written all over his face, Giles Ingersoll gave a slightly awkward smile and explained.

"The little girl mentioned the Russians' activities in Europe and her wonderful idea... the business fights between private armed contractors have nothing to do with any power, right?"

"Ah... about this matter... are you lying with your eyes open?"

"So what?" Giles Ingersoll's eyes rolled and his laughter was creepy. "Do you know how funny this is?"

“I just want my people to do what they need to do.”

"But isn't their essential job to fight?"

“It used to be, but it may not be now.”

"What about the future?"

"How dare you assume the future."

"The future, in a sense, can be predicted." Giles said coldly: "That place in Europe will explode sooner or later, just like the war we are preparing for."

"Alas, it's always hard to reason with fanatics like you."

"Ah, I thought we were on the same side."

"Haha, then, regarding the follow-up events of the espionage case, please follow up, General."

"I will take over the case, and you can rest assured that we will ensure that the relevant information will not be leaked," Giles promised.

“This way the Ministry of Defense can save face.”

"No, we will save everyone's face, including yours, General Harry. You can rest assured that no one will pay attention to your research bureau for a certain period of time."

Ronald Irving's story was not that simple from the beginning.

The relationships behind this person are complicated. He has dealt with death hundreds of times and has long since put life and death aside.

Many of those who had accepted his favors had become pillars of the political and military circles, and they would certainly not stand idly by while their heroes were tortured at will.

This is the troubling part of the case.

Harry watched Giles leave.

During the few contacts in the past few days, he deeply experienced for the first time the methods and rhetoric of these agents. They used both soft and hard tactics. In addition to intimidation and deterrence, they also said a few nice words and interacted with them in a friendly manner.

As an outsider, Harry sees a way out - a way out that belongs only to Giles, but it may ruin his bright future.

Giles has reached his current point where he has to either seek a position at the NSA or Cyber ​​Command, but this case has made Giles a rat in a bellows - being bullied from both ends.

Although you can gain one party's approval with the case, you have to take the biggest risk to achieve the biggest goal.

He could retreat from the situation, avoid the trouble behind the investigation, and be a major general for the rest of his life, but he could also do what he wanted to do from the beginning.

Without any personal purpose, without any political consideration.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little sympathy when he thought of this. No matter which path the other party chose, he would risk ruining his reputation.

It was not difficult to make this very contradictory decision, simply because he was a member of the Counterintelligence Department.

Chapter 32 Please Find Your Own Position

A few days later, Raphael sat in a chair in the computational modeling group's office, casually chatting with his students about the latest situation in Europe, mainly talking about an upcoming super cold wave.

It is easy to see that if the Federal Republic of Germany did not respond, it would not only face a new influx of refugees, but would also be condemned for the humanitarian crisis.

Previously, the advancement of Franco-German integration had forced the Americans to seek a breakthrough urgently.

Now that the situation has become increasingly complicated due to the "Northern Lights" incident in Norway, the authorities may not necessarily maintain a tough stance.

It's not just the Americans who are taking action. The Russians are also taking advantage of the refugee crisis. How much of this has been noticed by the authorities?

Raphael was not optimistic about the so-called "military integration" at first, believing that language, national customs, and the feud between the two sides would inevitably become obstacles to unity.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

In an instant, the harmonious atmosphere of chatting in the room disappeared, and everyone tiptoed back to their seats, tapping on the keyboard intermittently.

Or they could just get together and pick up a reference book on the table to discuss.

It looked very serious. If the book was placed straight, the effect would be better.

We didn't need to gather for a group meeting today, but the 27th round of experiments is about to begin.

The teams in charge of other subsystems are making intensive preparations. If she continues to do nothing, she might be called in for a talk by the director who is also the project leader.

Although it was just a conversation, the director kept on talking for at least three hours, and the director would extend the time depending on the situation.

Raphael cleared his throat and called out, "Come in."

"Urgent telegram, sir." The man handed over the folder and his wording sounded expert.

"Anything important?" she asked.

The clerk looked around at the young men who were looking at him curiously, and looked embarrassed.

"Okay, today's group meeting is over."

Raphael stood up and clapped his hands, pointing at the student named "Hans" and said:

"Submit your progress report tomorrow. You just haven't explained your current situation today. The remaining two years will pass quickly. If the projects you have are not good, it will be difficult."

After everyone packed up and left, the messenger opened the door and looked around to rule out possible eavesdroppers.

Seeing the other party being so cautious, Raphael activated the ECM interference system, creating an interference area with a radius of about 3 meters, blocking all non-wired communication facilities.

"Captain, your proposal has been approved."

"What advice?"

"We are fighting the Russians' BEAR in the Frankfurt area in the form of a PMC company.

The authorities decided to grant permission for action, but only in this area.

And their request... to be precise, the first commission requires you to cooperate with the special reconnaissance company of the KSK in the area of ​​the Brain and Nerve Research Institute to ensure the safety of the institute's assets and the personal safety of all researchers."

"Wait a minute... everyone?" Raphael asked in surprise, "Do you know how many people are here?"

"I don't know, but it's something you need to consider Captain."

The clerk finished speaking and handed the letter to her. Raphael glanced at it, picked up the phone and said:

"Do you mind if I call my supervisor?"

"Please."

"Has it become this urgent?" she muttered.

“…Yes, you have been authorized to officially change from a military attaché’s foreign affairs status to an unrestricted combatant.

All the equipment you and your team members need will be on hand in a day."

The man who answered the phone was Lenny Pearson, a well-known figure in the Navy.

Raphael was not interested in this person, he just matched the other person's true identity from the voiceprint.

"But what about my permanent job at the institute? There are still several students waiting for guidance."

"That's not something you should be thinking about, Captain."

Colonel Pearson's voice was emotionless and steady, like a robot.

“If the students are Americans, then we hope they will immediately follow the notice issued by the embassy in Frankfurt and move to a safe place;

If your students are local or from other countries, sorry, that is not something you should worry about.”

"You are such a ..."

"I'm sorry, Captain, please recognize your position, otherwise I have reason to doubt your reliability."

"Wait a minute, do you know what you mean?"

"Yes, I am awake."

"Then stick to your guns and get out of here, asshole."

Rafael hung up the phone, looked up and said to the messenger: "Who are you from? The Wehrmacht KSK? The federal government? Or the Americans?"

"..."

"I understand. You can leave now."

She unceremoniously ordered them to leave.

When the call didn't go through to someone's personal cell phone, Raphael knew that the day's conversation was being monitored.

The messenger is their person, either DOD Counterintelligence or CIA. The National Security Agency, which is responsible for signal intelligence, is mainly technical and has no direct operations personnel overseas.

No matter who it is, if they set their sights on her, they must be prepared to suffer losses.

It’s not that the robot has no temper, it’s just that due to the needs of life and work, it has temporarily put away its claws and fangs. It doesn’t mean that it has really become a "good and innocent baby."

Raphael closed the door, used the wireless network provided by the institute to send warning information to Fei Niao and others, then packed up his personal belongings and began to clean up the data on his computer hard drive.

However, she left small parting gifts for the four students and placed them in the places where they usually hid small items.

That was his responsibility as a mentor. Even though this responsibility was a last-minute one, Raphael still took it very seriously when guiding them.

It's a pity for these unfortunate children. They may not get good guidance in their future direction.

If you are forced to work on an unrelated horizontal project for two years, you may even have problems graduating.

The sky above was blue and the sun was shining brightly. Only the barely audible noise in the distance reminded people that the impact of the "Northern Lights" event in Norway had just begun.

Lingyin pushed the door open and the slightly bulging clothes on her waist told Raphael that she was ready for the battle.

Raphael stood by the window and said, "Today is a good day, come and see it too."

"It looks like you need to hibernate, Raphael." Lingyin smoothed the hair hanging by her ears.

"Thank you, I am fine."

"Just now I heard you quarreling with the people over there."

Raphael didn't say anything, just snorted and actually intercepted her private call.