Chapter 134 Fobol Raid

Author: Tezcatripoca

Chapter 134 Fobol Raid

Robert was sitting in a high-end suite on the seventeenth floor of the Rolls-Royce Red Hotel in Phoenix, the capital of Arizona. Looking down from the window was a park square.

The dry air was filled with the aroma of wheat and beer, and only a few tourists could be seen on the square. In addition, there were some people who made this square their business.

For example, the Mexican immigrant who was setting up a stall at the edge of the square, the dark-skinned man sat feebly behind the stall, playing with the obsidian handicrafts on it;

Or there are small vendors pushing carts back and forth along the perimeter of the square. A little black man who looks less than fifteen years old is selling shaved ice everywhere;

There are beggars and homeless people, and parking lot guards...

Robert didn't know how many times he had seen a scene like this in the past few days.

However, he could only watch patiently.

Because since he checked into this high-end suite and had a conversation with the president that night, Robert has not been allowed to go out again.

In order to prevent him from leaving the hotel without permission, all meals were served through the dining car, and there were FBI and soldiers standing guard at the door.

However...Robert himself was very confused about that conversation.

In his memory, that night, the president only asked him some very broad questions, such as "How do you think we should treat the Blood Angels from now on" and "What attitude should we adopt towards the entire East Asia?"

At that time, Robert stated his thoughts to the president in a very serious and cautious manner - he believed that the "Blood Angels" were invincible; the United States should strategically abandon the East Asia region...

In my memory, the president at that time listened very carefully, held his hand, and said, "Thank you for your contribution to the United States."

Later, as the president left, he fell asleep peacefully, thinking that he would be able to return to Washington the next day and soothe his body with the familiar bread cooked by his wife.

...However, what I didn't expect was that starting from the next day, things started to change.

As one of the highest-ranking officers in the American military, he now does not even have the freedom to leave this small room.

However, no matter what Robert thought, he could not think of a reason why he would be placed under house arrest here.

He vaguely felt that his body was trapped in a large soft net, but he could not see the full picture of the large net, which made him feel very uncomfortable and even a little panicked.

Robert took out his cell phone with a gloomy expression and made a call.

"Kelly, how long until I can see Mr. President?"

"Oh, sorry, Robert..."

The presidential secretary on the other end of the phone replied in a suitably gentle and regretful tone:

"—You know, there are a lot of things going on during this period, and the president needs to handle them well..."

"I don't want to hear those empty words. Kelly, if the president doesn't want to see me then let me go back, I have a place to live in Washington, I don't need to vacation in the crazy weather in Arizona - seriously, what the hell do you want to do?

Do you want to send me to a military court as a deserter? Or do you want me to rot in the sewers of a hotel in Phoenix? No matter what you want to do - even if you want to send me to Guantanamo, you must let me go back to see you

Family?!fuck——”

There was a busy signal on the other end of the phone, which meant that the message from the presidential secretary had been completely cut off.

Robert resisted the urge to smash his phone and dialed the next number:

"Hey...Chana-oh, I knew it."

The familiar message "Sorry! The subscriber you dialed can not be connected for the moment, please redial later..." came from the phone, which made Robert smile sarcastically.

He knew it would end like this. In fact, in the past few days, he had called his wife's phone number countless times, as well as his son, old friends, colleagues, subordinates...

However, except for the direct line to the president, any number that Robert wanted to dial to the outside world was lost in signal.

To a certain extent, this seems to be following the "double track" of the Dragon Kingdom, but in addition to the advanced experience of the Eastern powers, there are also similar practices in American history - such as the famous McCarthyism, for which this method of house arrest is one of the

Robert, who is extremely familiar with history, naturally remembers the specialty of the Investigative Subcommittee.

Robert unbuttoned his shirt irritably and sat back on the sofa.

Although the air conditioning was on in the suite, I couldn't help but feel a bit hot.

He knew very well that at this moment, at least an entire FBI intelligence team was monitoring and controlling his cell phone signals, and there was probably another team monitoring his every move through the pinhole camera hidden in the suite.

Although he didn't want to show any signs of losing his composure in front of those black men, Robert was already a little out of balance at this time.

Robert took a long breath, and in order to adjust his inner emotions, he turned on the TV.

The content of the TV was not important, he just wanted to use some signal relay sounds to dilute the boredom in his heart.

——ATN, the largest television station in the United States, is broadcasting news at this moment.

What appeared on the screen was Menken's face that people hated and ghosts hated.

I saw him standing at the door of the Congress, saying something to reporters with a sanctimonious face:

"...Yes, that's it..."

"...According to the current intelligence, 'Blood Angel' has the following abilities: 1. Devour; 2. Disguise; 3. Simulate clones... We suspect that 'her', or 'its' ability, is actually a kind of blood

The virus can develop and enter the human body latently... Yes, we are screening people returning from the Japanese base..."

Robert's originally casual expression gradually became tense. He stared directly at the TV screen, watching Mencken's remarks to the reporters. He involuntarily stood up from the sofa and approached the TV step by step.

, murmured: "Oh... no..."

On TV, Menken still said righteously:

"...After preliminary screening of the returning personnel, we determined that the vast majority of American soldiers are still righteous American men, and they have not been affected by the 'Blood Angel'... However, during this process, we also identified some

Personnel who may have been infected with 'it' - the list is as follows: Deputy Chief of Staff of Yokota Air Base, Les Eyring; Commander-in-Chief in Japan, Robert Heinleth..."

"Meng Ken, you son of a bitch..."

Looking at the picture on the TV, Robert shook his head in disbelief.

The next moment, he lifted the ashtray on the coffee table and furiously threw it at the TV!

"boom!"

The picture on the TV was frozen in the snowflake screen, but at the same time, the door to the suite also burst open!

Men in uniforms filed in through the open door, pointing the Glock at Robert, who had not yet recovered from his rage.

The special agent at the head raised a piece of tissue paper in his hand to Robert——

"Robert Heinles, we suspect that you are related to the 'Blood Tide Incident' - you are now being charged with 'endangering national security', 'splitting the country' and other charges. Please follow us to investigate!"
Chapter completed!