Chapter 362 Mike, Your Department Is Responsible!
"Who can tell me what's going on right now?!"
Bernard, the 65-year-old director of the Federal Central Intelligence Agency, rarely used foul language.
It was he who had brought Mike Connor, the director of the Center for Subversion and Public Opinion Guidance, to discuss with the President and the Secretary of Defense, and obtained their permission to carry out operations against the Atlas Group.
I thought I could make a big show in this operation to restore the CIA's declining image among the top government officials, but I didn't expect to make a big show of it.
The little blue man in the live broadcast of the 'Eye of Truth' is like a big invisible hand, slapping everyone in the CIA's face.
And snapping.
"Why was the psychic agent we spent a huge amount of money training being discovered so easily by a private company?!
Why would a secret operation become a real-time broadcast across the universe?
Do you want to make the CIA the laughingstock of everyone? "
There was silence in the conference room. No one dared to speak out to cause trouble. Only the live voiceover of the 'Eye of Reality' on the big screen was left. At this time, the cat lady anchor was still giving off-site commentary:
"According to the information we have obtained, many recent suicide bomb attacks are all controlled by federal psychic agents.
This makes all peace-loving people ask, ‘What exactly does the Federation want to do? ’”
"Are you all fucking mute?"
Seeing that no one spoke, Bernard slapped the tabletop hard several times. The mechanical prosthetic leg he had replaced due to an injury during a field mission when he was young caused several cracks on the oak tabletop.
Everyone in the conference room couldn't help but tremble a few times amidst the loud banging on the table.
As the operator of the entire plan and the person in charge of this operation, Mike Connor knew that he could no longer be a coward, so he cautiously said:
"Director, uh, do you want to stop the operation now? At the same time, find a way to terminate the battlefield live broadcast on Atlas?"
"What do you think? Or do you want everyone to see more of how our CIA does things?"
Mike Connor stopped talking. He immediately came to the temporary operations headquarters next to the conference room, preparing to urgently stop the combat operation.
As a result, when he issued this order to everyone in the command room, the back-office operator in charge of communication coordination looked at him with a dead look on his face and said:
"The communication between the Director and Pyla Galaxy has been interrupted. We have just consulted the service provider. They said that it was a temporary interruption caused by the solar storm and needs to wait for repairs."
Hearing this, Mike Connor's face turned even darker. The 'service provider' mentioned by the back-office operator was none other than Atlas Communications, which provided real-time communication services across galaxies.
The impact of the 'solar storm' mentioned by the other party is also pure nonsense.
Are the stars in the TM Pyra Galaxy lit up by your Atlas?
The solar storm only affects the federal communication business, but your real-time live broadcast is not affected at all?
Thinking of this, Mike Connor even wanted to slap himself on the spot. Why couldn't he think of attacking someone when his communications were being manipulated?
At the same time, he immediately realized that this was Atlas’ ‘game within a game’.
The other party had long known that it was targeting the Federation's psychic agents on Para IV, so it cut off communications only after Operation Hanged Man began, preventing the Federation from ending the operation in a short time.
But now that the matter was over, it was useless to think about these things. He had to stop his losses in time, otherwise he might lose more than just his job when the matter was over.
"Find a way to contact the fleet closest to the Pyla Galaxy and let them notify them by conventional means! No matter whether I send a ship to jump over or use some secret communication line, I will let them contact the people in the Pyra Galaxy as quickly as possible. Pause action!"
"Yes, Director! We will contact you right now!"
Seeing the expression on Mike Connor's face, the back-office operator in charge of communications did not dare to delay. He quickly returned to his seat and began to try to contact the fleet closest to the Pyla system.
The former, after looking at the bewildered people in the temporary command room, suppressed the curse words he was about to say.
After all, scolding his men now serves no purpose other than venting his anger.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Mike Connor returned to the conference room and whispered into Director Bernard's ear:
"Director, communications with the Pyla Galaxy are temporarily interrupted."
"Speak up! Now is not the time to report to me alone!"
At this moment, Mike Connor felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him. There was gloating, anger, and ridicule in these eyes, but there was no sympathy.
No matter how good his mental quality is, there is still a hint of collapse at this moment.
Fortunately, long-term training and 'polishing' in the Intelligence Bureau have made his character tough enough to be unimaginable by ordinary people.
Under this situation, he quickly calmed down, then took a deep breath and said:
"Currently, our cross-system real-time communication with the Pyla Galaxy has been interrupted. We cannot notify them of an emergency suspension of operations for the time being. However, the people in the communication team are already urgently contacting the fleets near the Pyra Galaxy and asking them to find a way to deliver the message."
"TMD Mike Connor, what do you do for food?!"
A middle-aged man sitting next to Bernard jumped up. It was David Steele, the director of the Intelligence Division of the CIA.
The Intelligence Department he was in charge of was the most traditional department of the CIA, which was responsible for deploying spies to the Star Dragon Empire and gathering intelligence.
The "Deep Sea Project" was created by the Intelligence Department.
It was also because the budget of the "Deep Sea Project" was cut and transferred to Mike Connor's department and used to train the CIA's direct psychic agents that the Operations Department was no longer the "moon surrounded by stars" as before.
And Director David Steele's original position of "one person above ten thousand people" was also threatened, so he and Mike Connor were almost incompatible in the bureau.
This time, without even thinking about it, he launched an "attack" with full firepower.
"It cost more than 1 billion to cut our department's budget. It took five years. How efficient it sounds! Director Bernard reported to the president at the regular meeting yesterday how meticulous our frontline operations were and how professional the airdropped psychic agents were!
But I didn't expect your department to be so absurd that someone could broadcast the entire secret operation live, and even the cross-galaxy communication technology was restricted!
I can summarize it for everyone now. There are only two possibilities!
One, there is a ghost in our room!
Two, there is a huge loophole in this whole plan!
Mike Connor, your department is responsible!"
We will not talk about David Steele's behavior of taking the opportunity to make trouble when major problems occurred in the operation instead of thinking about solving the problem.
On the other side, the General Command of the Ground Forces of the Pella Galaxy Federation also noticed something wrong after discovering that their real-time communication with their superiors was interrupted.
Because the Atlas Communication Center directly took offline the "cross-galaxy real-time communication" function of all users in the Pella Galaxy except the Atlas Group.
Therefore, not only the civilians in the galaxy, but also the warring parties on Pella IV and the fleet in space will not be able to get in touch with the rear in real time, nor can they access the Internet, let alone watch the live broadcast.
With the cooperation of Lilith and the communication center, the entire Pella galaxy is isolated and temporarily lost contact with the outside world.
Of course, the Federation and the Empire's own conventional communication methods can still be used, but in this emergency situation, these communication methods with huge delays will not be responded to for a while.
On the Hermes, Amber, Cleves and others are also watching the pictures sent back from the ground.
After the teaching team confirmed the location of the Federation psychic agent, Amber knew that Atlas finally took the lead in this round of confrontation.
"Notify everyone and prepare for the next plan!"