Chapter 1134: Chapter 561: Poaching, Dig Hard!

“What! Nine-one!!!”

Ye Zhenli slammed the table forcefully and stood up, glaring angrily at the fellow across from him wearing the Brigadier General insignia.

Beside him, Ye Jinghua, not understanding English, also stood up, glaring fiercely with his bulging eyes.

“Please calm down, Ye, this is The Pentagon, not the Suriname wilderness.” The Brigadier General calmly looked at him and said.

Ye Zhenli had actually expected the military reception to not be too high-profile, but a Brigadier General?

There are nearly 400 brigadier generals in the United States.

And it’s in a rather secluded meeting room at The Pentagon, without even any refreshments.

American arrogance is engraved in the bones.

“You must understand that without you, we can still do it. We just don’t want to make it so ugly.”

The Brigadier General placed his hand on the chair, “It’s not you giving us the opportunity to cooperate, it’s us giving you the opportunity.”

“With our support, you can use any network channels, earning way more than you do at least, ten percent is already very, very generous to you.”

Ye Zhenli had seen shameless people before, and backstabbing practices many times, but this kind of backstabbing while requiring you to kneel and say thank you is outrageous.

What an absolute shamelessness!

But the angrier he got, the calmer he became. Ye Zhenli patted his cousin’s shoulder and then slowly sat down, still looking quite upset.

The Brigadier General saw him like this, dismissively pushing the documents on the table towards him, “If you look at this point, we’ll purchase annually for military consumption, it’s an exclusive business.”

“The military needs drugs?” Ye Zhenli taunted, “Then your combat effectiveness must be formidable.”

The opponent seemed not to notice his sarcasm and proudly said, “The U.S. Military is invincible.”

Mr. Ye almost remarked, then why sign an unequal treaty with Mexico?

Afraid of provoking the other side, he stayed silent.

“The U.S. Military internally requires a large amount of painkillers.”

Hmm, change the name, and it’s different, like the U.S. swimming team, doping until faces turned purple, and they claimed they had asthma needing medication.

In making excuses, though civilizations differ, the process and aim are the same—just for money.

Maybe not long later…

Hell No. 2 might even become lunch in primary and secondary schools, who knows.

Bottom line…

In America, it’s utterly bottomless!

The Brigadier General was about to explain further when suddenly, the meeting room door was pushed open fiercely, and a Captain rushed in with a terrified expression, “Meeting, emergency meeting!”

The Brigadier General froze, immediately stood up, and impatiently said to Ye Zhenli, “You can take a look first.”

Urgently he stood up and walked outward, loudly asking, “What happened!”

He vaguely heard some keywords—President Mountain, airplane, impact, Lincoln sculpture something.

Could someone really crash a plane into a mountain?

What a joke.

“Big Brother, what’s the American talking about?” Ye Jinghua asked beside him.

Ye Zhenli explained the contract briefly, originally thinking his cousin might be very angry but found him frowning deeply instead.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about whether we make ten times more ourselves or follow them to earn over ten percent.”

This did stump Ye Zhenli for a moment, internally calculating, thinking following the U.S. Military’s global layout to sell drugs, even if local drug markets are suppressed, he’d at least earn more than he would alone.

“Brother, brother…”

Ye Jinghua suddenly tugged on him urgently, Ye Zhenli turned and saw a terrified look in his cousin’s eyes, who lifted his hand to point outside the window.

“What?”

He turned his head to look, pupils constricting suddenly.

He saw a plane heading straight toward The Pentagon!

“Run!!!!”

He grabbed Ye Jinghua and spun around to run, and in the corridor, many others were screaming and scrambling, having evidently noticed the same scene.

Just descended the stairs to the next floor, barely stood when felt the entire building shaking, followed by a violent explosion sound.

And outside The Pentagon, in the police car on duty.

The officer just took out a hamburger when he saw a shocking scene, a Piper PA-44 crashing heavily into a corner of The Pentagon, instantly exploding, then igniting into fierce flames.

Gulp~

He swallowed the hamburger in his mouth and picked up the radio, “Headquarters, headquarters, this is Johnson. There’s been a plane crash explosion at The Pentagon, requesting fire department and support!”

…

“We interrupt with an urgent report, a Falcon 900 plane has crashed into President Mountain, causing a fire onsite. No casualty reports yet, but the presidential sculpture has shattered into pieces.”

The television news anchor said with a grave expression, taking a deep breath, and began to report.

In the broadcast picture, President Mountain was seen burning, the cordon was up, but faintly visible, Washington’s forehead was gone, Lincoln’s nose broken, Johnson’s head blown off…

Black Panther Party leader Eldridge Cleaver in his villa watching the scene on TV, eyes wide open.

“In addition, another Piper PA-44 has crashed into The Pentagon, reportedly causing 2 deaths and over 20 injuries currently, reporters are calling the Department of Defense, no one is answering.”

“Where’s Casimir, get him over here quickly.” Eldridge Cleaver shouted loudly, his subordinate outside responded quickly, then ran to find him.

After about ten minutes, when he’d almost grown impatient, finally someone came.