To ensure that this is true, Xu Chuan just smiled in his heart.
Of course he can guarantee the truth, but he will never guarantee the completeness. Anyway, you don’t know how many actions you have taken.
"I can certainly guarantee the truth."
The other party wanted to ask something, but Xu Chuan waved his hand, "Listen to me first. I promise it is true, but I will not make these videos public."
"Why, first, this is the latest technology of our company and is a trade secret."
"Second, we will use the video as Umbrella's work record and provide it to the Seikoku Office and the police because this is what we signed the contract."
"Third, Umbrella can accept third parties, such as some organizations within UN's framework, to check these videos, and the results can be made public but the content is not good."
"Fourth, I apologize to the civilians who were accidentally injured in this matter and will be compensated. Of course, they can also sue them through legal means."
"Fifth, I am emphasizing that Roanapra's criminal history is caused by many aspects, and I hold a lot of evidence about intelligence organizations in certain countries here for drug trafficking and arms trafficking."
He glanced at the media and reporters below the stage, then placed his hands on a black folder on the table, "Do you want to see?"
The audience immediately became quiet, and then the group of people exploded.
WOC, this is the big news. Umbrella accidentally hurts civilians, and how big a few civilians are to die?
Xu Chuan looked at the chaotic scene with a smile and continued to talk to these reporters, "Also, there are a large area of ​​yam fields and grass planted on the north side of the island. Do you want to go and see it?"
Well, that's the CIA's harvest...
Others don't know, but there must be some of those who are watching the news in Langley.
...
Moscow, who had already left the Moscow Hotel and her old brothers, changed into military uniforms of VDVs in the Soviet era.
Today is the important day to restore their original troops' numbers. A brief ceremony will be held at the 106th Guard Airborne Division stationed near Moscow.
The coldness of Moscow in early April is still the same, and the bitter cold wind is slapped on people's faces with the frozen raindrops, causing pain.
A temporary simple observation deck was built within the 106th Guards Airborne Division.
The soldiers at the garrison stood in a square dress in neat military uniforms, and the one standing in front was the Balarica who had cut his hair short and put on a blue beret again, as well as the only 20 veterans left in the 234th Air Assault Regiment.
With the "March of Airborne" played by the military band, Balaraika seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to the war-torn Afghanistan again.
The Mi-26 helicopter roared in the air. She sat on the BMD-2 assault vehicle dropped from the Il 76 transport plane, running through the guerilla trenches. Every scene seemed to be still yesterday.
"Oh……"
Balarica squinted her eyes and smiled, and she felt the gaze on her from the viewing stand.
Accompanied by the majestic music, the ball flag that she was extremely familiar with slowly rose, and the shouts of "Ula, Ula..." echoed over the base for a long time...
...
From the 106th Guard Airborne Division station, Balarica took off the blue beret with the Soviet badge on her head, and the frozen rain water cut open on her ear-sliding scars along her cheeks.
She turned around and took a look at the once familiar but unusually unfamiliar military camp.
I knew in my heart that this was the last time she had been here in her life.
A custom Rolls-Royce Phantom parked outside the 106 Guard Airborne Division station.
The driver opened the umbrella and opened the car door, and Alex, wearing a light gray fur coat, got out of the car.
"Captain, are you satisfied with this ceremony?"
Alex stood in front of the tall Balarica, and he really looked petite.
But Balarica really didn't dare to underestimate the girl in front of her. She just smiled softly, "I'm very satisfied, ma'am."
She looked at the comrades behind her who came out of the barracks. The faces of those people were filled with an expression, that is, happiness and years of regrets were compensated for.
"Then we can talk about cooperation?"
After Alex said that, his eyes were placed behind Balarica. An old man with all white hair and wearing Soviet-era uniforms came over.
"Sophia..."
The old man shouted Balalaika's original name, but Balalaika did not turn around.
Of course Alex knew the old man, and nodded politely to the other party, then looked at Balalaika, "Captain, you are busy first, let's talk later."
As he said that, he turned around and the car.
Balarica did not object. She just put on the beret after Alex got into the car and turne
To be continued...