Headquarters of the Sixth Military Intelligence Bureau.

Even the members of the Intelligence Committee who manages the entire British intelligence community have been present. Everyone is waiting for news.

"Have you not deciphered yet?" Commissioner Auston asked his subordinates.

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads.

How important is a president's dedicated phone number, let alone the US, the earth's hegemony.

"It's hard, it's hard! The password expert says there are 32 encryptions!"

An intelligence official explained to his superiors.

However, as a member of the British intelligence community, Auston doesn't care about this.

He only needs the result, and all he wants is the result!

"Time is tight. No matter what method you use, within 12 hours, I must know the target's call content."

It’s no wonder that Auston is so anxious, because one day has passed, and there are two days left to the day of the “g88” global summit.

If the United States takes any action, it will definitely be before "g88", otherwise it will be useless.

"Did you hear it?" Auston shouted.

"Yes private!" Everyone nodded together.

Buckingham Palace.

A palace servant came in a hurry and reported to Prime Minister Cameron.

"President Obama is sick and will not attend the luncheon!"

What?

Cameron was suddenly shocked. Obama didn't even plan to eat lunch? What exactly did he want to do?

"Where is Little Ike now?" Cameron asked in a deep voice.

"I'm having fun with Miss Alice and His Majesty the Princess!"

Hearing this, Prime Minister Cameron frowned.

Obama would rather not eat than pretend to be sick. What is it for? What is he waiting for?

Could it be...

"Send this news to the Intelligence Committee immediately for analysis!"

"Yes, Your Excellency Prime Minister!"

...

After receiving the new situation from the Prime Minister, all the intelligence personnel were extremely confused.

What exactly does the US president want to do? You must know that he will make us more alert!

Why would he rather alert the UK to pretend to be sick?

"Go to Buckingham Palace and ask them to send a doctor to see!" Commissioner Auston ordered.

“yes private!”

After a while, the intelligence officials reported: "It has been sent, but was rejected by President Obama's bodyguard. They claimed that Mr. President only needs rest!"

As soon as this was said, an elite agent shouted violently:

"No, he doesn't need a rest! But..."

Everyone turned their heads together and looked at the person with bright eyes.

"He is waiting for the second more important call!"

"what?!" "What?!" "God!"...

At this moment, the U.S. President's bedroom reminded of a hurrying phone call.

"Dingling!" "Dinglinglingling!"...

The "seriously ill" President Obama got up instantly and answered the phone call.

"I'm Obama!"

A solemn voice rang out on the phone: "Mr. President: The Atlantic Fleet is in place; the Intercontinental Missile is in place; the B22 bomber formation is in place; you are the second-order rescue worker, please protect yourself at 7 o'clock!"

"I understand, goodbye!"

"I wish you a safe return! Goodbye!"

The entire call lasted only 11 seconds, and the phone hung up.

"Come!" Obama put down the phone and shouted loudly.

Hearing the shouting, the bodyguard guarding outside the door immediately opened the door and entered the room.

"Sir, please give me instructions!"

"Go to Ike and tell him that I'm sick and let him see me!"

“yes private!”

...

In the basement of the palace, the head of the eavesdropping team yelled anxiously:

"How much radio wave content was just intercepted?"

"Report: Only 2 seconds!"

What? Only two seconds?

The leader of the eavesdropping team shouted again: "Send it back to the headquarters immediately and decipher the previous content!"

"Yes, team leader!"

After receiving another garbled call from the eavesdropping team, the deciphering experts who were busy at the headquarters were overjoyed.

"Start up the supercomputer and compare two copies!"

Commissioner Auston immediately agreed to the experts' request.

Ten minutes later, the British ‘hector’ supercomputer started to start, analyzing two pieces of intelligence at a rate of 100 trillion times per second...

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Time flies, and the sun in the sky is coming to the west and is about to fall.

At this time, the chefs at Buckingham Palace had prepared dinner; there were President Obama, Ike, the British Prime Minister and others...

Royal Restaurant.

Prince Charles, the master, arrived first. Seeing that the tableware, tables and chairs had been placed, he immediately ordered the palace servants to invite guests.

Soon, Prime Minister Cameron came; senior government officials came; princes and princesses came.

Apart from that, there is no one else!

Such an abnormal situation made everyone extremely nervous.

"What's going on? What about little Ike? What about Alice?"

Cameron and others looked at Princess Eugenie because she was playing with Little Ike these days.

Feeling the questioning eyes of everyone, Princess Eugenie frowned and said, "This afternoon, Mr. President's bodyguard came to pick up Ike and said, "Mr. President is sick, so he wants to visit him!"

"So, Ike pulled Miss Alice away! I have no reason to stop it!"

After the sound came to an end, Prime Minister Cameron spoke immediately, and the voice seemed to have a bit of complaint.

"The princess should also notify us!"

Princess Eugenie wanted to cry aggrievedly: "I arranged someone to inform the Prime Minister!"

"Then why didn't I receive it..."

At this moment, Cameron's voice suddenly stopped. Endless horror surged into everyone's hearts.

There is a traitor? There is a traitor in Buckingham Palace?!

"Hurry, find my communications officer! I suspect he has been betrayed!"

“yes private!”

"Prince Charles, please join me and invite Obama and Ike to have a meal!"

Prince Charles nodded immediately, then followed Prime Minister Cameron to the place where the US personnel stayed.

There is a two-story European loft.

At this time, it was already British time: 6:30 pm.

Obama sat on the sofa on the first floor, and his actions of looking up at the watch from time to time seemed to indicate his inner uneasiness.

As the president of the United States, he is just a second order.
To be continued...