"What, the British fleet is going to part ways with our French fleet! These damn John Bulls, they are really afraid!"

President Raymond Pengarle's anger in his heart about the news at this moment is naturally self-evident. But he just asked a question and stopped talking. In his mind, he was quickly calculating the value of the news.

The British fleet's action of leaving the "European Joint Force" naval formation at this time seemed to be supporting the Australian battlefield on the surface. It was an action of laying a springboard in advance for the war process after the "European Joint Force" captured Jibdie.

In fact, their British fleets traveling far away around the Cape of Good Hope in Africa to Australia avoided the early battle with the Chinese Federation army. At the same time, they could preserve their strength and relied on force to gain more benefits in the subsequent wars.

"They have a good idea for this John Bull. But we French are not stupid!"

Although the Dutch government devoted itself to the war at this time, their subsequent naval fleet rushed to the battlefield quickly. However, compared with the naval fleet that was about to cross the Suez Canal and rushed to the scheduled Red Sea battlefield, it was indeed a bit far away and unable to relieve intimidation.

Moreover, this is a joint action of European countries. The longer the time is, the greater the consumption of each country, and the more centrifugal force will become stronger and stronger in this process. It is very likely to be dragged down by time and you will be defeated without fighting at that time!

"In any case, I can't let such a thing happen. In that case, it would be a disaster for France! This time, the John Bulls are about to take such a way to avoid the important things, so we will have nothing to be polite!"

Recalling this information, French President Raymond Pengal came up with an idea. This idea was to ignite a wick from the East on the British's navel.

He reached out and pressed the call bell on the desk.

"Call Major General Picar, the Director of the Military Intelligence Bureau, to come to me!"

After the war, Picarl, as Raymond Pengal's capable subordinate, was much more proud than Colonel Karonthir, the former director of the Second Military Intelligence Bureau. Although, as the "Lion King", he still could not escape the control of the 5th MIIS under the "zlqq" of the Chinese Federation. However, as the head of the intelligence department who was most "loved" by the president, he lived a life of both wealth and status.

Paris is always a place of luxury. When you have status and money, women are always short of women. In Major General Picarl's mind, the Mata Harry, who is far away in Shanghai, dares not provoke him. At this time, he gradually faded out of his memory.

There are no more warriors who once had the scenery on the Champs Elysees. The neon lights on both sides flashed with the music. A luxurious "Oriental Royal Family" with a colorful black body was driven over without the street. People coming and going showed an envious look in their eyes. They knew that those who could sit on such a precious vehicle must be either rich or noble.

That's right, this car is the car of Major General Picarl of the French Military Intelligence Agency, who was just called by the president.

As the head of the intelligence department, he is now qualified to take a "Oriental Royal Family" bought by the French government at a high price to express his identity. His head, which looked like a lion, seemed even more majestic due to his slight weight gain.

Pulling up the curtains on the small partition window of the "Oriental Royal Family", he is not the only one sitting in the back seat.

A blond and beautiful woman leaning on him seemed young and beautiful than Mata Harry in the past. Although she was also charming, Picar knew that these women were not something to cherish. After all, as time passed, when their beauty faded, she would be completely forgotten by them.

"Well, you're waiting for me to come back here, remember, don't drink too much wine, I don't like women getting drunk!"

"Dear, don't worry, I'll wait for you to come back!"

The fashionable woman smiled and blinked at Major General Picarl with an ambiguous expression somewhere and her charming eyes. When she looked at the woman's smile, her snow-white teeth under her red lips. Major General Picarl thought to herself, would it take a long enough "tongue kiss" full of lang-like mood to meet his chief.

After a little consideration, he decided to talk about it later when he came back. After all, it was always a bad thing to leave lipstick on the corner of his mouth when he went to see Mr. President. He reached out and buttoned the officer's uniform, which had been unbuttoned in the intimacy just now. Then he stretched the corners of his clothes again, and almost at the same time the smile on his face, which was suddenly ironed by an iron, as if it had never existed.

When he closed the car door, he seemed to remember his identity. He quickly recalled the recent information in his mind and guessed how the President remembered himself while everyone was having fun.

"Hmph, France shouldn't provoke the Chinese Federation at all. Seeing that the Russian war has made some progress. Moreover, the British are willing to contribute to the Red Russia. I really don't understand what our president is thinking!"

He complained in his stomach that his president had disrupted his life and walked towards the president's office with a briefcase.

"Mr. President General Picar is ordered to come!"

This sentence does not come from the mouth of General Picarl, the "Lion King", but was the Secretary of the President who was reporting to him.

"Please sit down! Sorry, General Picarl, I have to bother you. You know, we have had some headaches!"

The French president obviously did not know that his cute "Lion King" was no longer the same as him. At least, when dealing with the Chinese Federation, the latter would not do his best.

Breaking your own bank is a move that only stupid people will do!

"Ah, yes, I understand! These damn British men were completely scared by the secret weapons of the Chinese Federation! But Mr. President, I think we have several other allied countries, and our war process only needs to be a little slower. When the Dutch fleet arrived, our overall military strength was still better than our opponents."

Raymond Pengal nodded. Although the British's actions bothered him, on the whole, he was still full of optimism about the prospects of the war. As long as he captured Gibdie, neither Britain, Germany nor Russia would take action immediately. Fortunately, before the war ended, he would participate in the sharing of interests.

This is international politics, and it really corresponds to the old saying "no profit, no early rise"!

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"middle East……?"

Major General Picar was a little surprised. Although the joint fleet was approaching the Suez Canal at this time, from the beginning to the end, the "European Joint Force" did not intend to carry out large-scale military operations in the Middle East for the sake of war.

After pondering for a moment, he quickly looked up everything in his mind. Soon Major General Picarr came to a conclusion that France did not intend to attack the Middle East. Instead, he planned to take advantage of the British's timidity and do something near Jerusalem, which maintained superficial peace.

There, due to the war between the "European Joint Forces" and the Chinese Federation, the local British colonial government and the "City of Zion" which has always been supported by the Chinese Federation have reached a tense level. To describe it, the air there is already tense and smells of gasoline. It takes only a small spark to cause a riot there.

"Yes, why did the President, our Military Intelligence Bureau have arranged quite strong forces there and prepared the plan for the operation in advance. No matter any action, without the assistance of any army, there will be some battles that will develop towards our expectations! Mr. President, if you need it, then I can now call!"

It can be seen that Mr. President appreciates his abilities. The plan to make the British fight with the Jews in "Zion City" has long been completed. Of course, the real owner of this plan, Tang Yunyang, has already had a copy of this plan.

"General Picar, I heard it right! It doesn't require the assistance of the army or the cooperation of other departments. Your military intelligence agency's personnel in the Middle East can complete this plan, right?"

Picarl showed a proud and natural look on his face.

"As you know, Mr. President, our MIIS is sure of everything. Whenever you need one call, all of these actions can be unfolded immediately!"

"Ah! I am very satisfied to hear you say this. Well, General, please leave here. If I need it, I will give you a message!"

"I am willing to serve you at any time, including France, of course!"

When Picar saluted and turned toward the office door, his big lion-like head was already thinking about the following.
Chapter completed!