Base, communications room.

The fat man had already finished the hot dog, and he also drank the coffee and placed it not far away.

At this moment, the girl he fell in love with was leaning in his arms and talking babbling words, which made his whole heart soften.

Touching the girl's hand and smelling the unique smell of kimchi, the flesh on the fat man's face began to tremble.

He decided that after work is over, he must take this girl to try the most delicious sausage, which is definitely much more delicious than pickles.

Hmm? Work?

Oh, damn job.

The fat man endured the restlessness in his heart, took out a green coin from his pocket and stuffed it into the girl's collar. This also told others that this was done by someone, and others should stop making decisions.

Turning around and walking back to work, he had to persist until the end.

As soon as he got closer, the fat man's face became solemn, because the button representing communication turned red.

This means...

Lost contact.

Oh, buy it!

With an exclamation in his mouth, the fat man bumped into the two people next to him and ran towards the workbench.

"Stark, damn fat pig, you did a damn good job."

"Damn it, I'm going to kick your ass..."

The two cursed angrily, and one even spilled coffee on his clothes, looking ugly.

But Stark didn't care at all. He sat down on the chair, pushed aside the messy things in front of him, and then quickly checked the equipment.

There is no problem with the equipment and other communications are smooth.

Drops of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

Turning on the recording device, he heard a chirping sound coming from inside. He knew this was because the Blackbird was too fast to transmit audio effectively, but he could still vaguely hear some words.

"Shut the hell up, damn, turn off that damn machine."

"What about you, Jess, turn off the fucking music."

At this moment, Fatty Stark burst out with energy proportional to his body, causing the entire communications room to fall silent.

Then the fat man sat down and listened to the voice in the recording.

People around him also realized that something was wrong, especially when some people saw the red light indicating communication interruption, their faces froze, and they quickly entered their posts.

The girl groups who came to offer condolences immediately hid in the corner like quails, looking at everything in front of them in panic.

These people from the United States, who usually spend money like water and are not afraid of anything, turned out to be extremely serious at this moment.

Chichi~~

"...there are missiles behind you..."

"It's a plane..."

"Wal, we're locked!"

"Oh my god, hide, gogogo..."

"We were shot..."

"Damn it, Bird's Nest, hear the answer..."

"Fat pig, damn fat pig, talk to me!"

"No~~They are too fast..."

"No~~~"

tsk tsk

One after another, the sound of recording was mixed with the interference sound of chi chi. Although it was not clear, the faint sound could still be heard clearly.

But after hearing this clearly, everyone's hearts immediately sank to the bottom.

Especially the non-commissioned officer on duty knocked down the food shelf and sat down on the ground, with food scattered all around.

The 'damn fat pig' Cessna was talking about was none other than Fatty Stark, who was slumped in his chair at this moment.

He knew that this time, he would have to go to a military court.

"Quick, go and report."

The sergeant came to his senses and shouted loudly.

The stunned soldiers ran out immediately.

Base director, office.

Mossos was holding coffee, and there was a fragrant turkey on the dining table not far away.

This was cooked specially for him by the base chef.

As a carnivore, every meal must include meat.

And today, what can compare to a turkey shipped from a distant motherland?

This is the taste of hometown.

This is the best gift for Christmas.

Well, a gift from home.

Mossos put down his coffee, then sat at the dining table, then picked up the prepared knife and fork, preparing to cut off the fattest part as his own appetizer.

But before the knife could cut through, the door was violently pushed open.

His adjutant came in. He looked panicked and immediately said, "Sir, something happened to our Baiyang."

Mossos' scolding words were blocked in his mouth, and then he put down his knife and fork, "What happened?"

"Sir, Bai Yang was on a reconnaissance mission and was intercepted by the enemy. Contact has now been lost."

"Impossible, how could the other party intercept them? Impossible, that's a blackbird, that's not a house sparrow!"

Mossos reacted and argued immediately. The adjutant opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Just stood aside and looked at each other silently.

The next second, Mossos pushed the turkey down on the table and strode out.

The adjutant quickly followed.

"Contact that damn Howard, I want him to see me immediately, immediately."

The adjutant stopped and immediately ran to the other side.

Bang

The door was kicked open and Mossos walked quickly to the communication desk. The fat man next to him stepped aside.

The sergeant quickly stepped forward to report the situation.

"You're saying that Baiyang was attacked, possibly by missiles carried by planes?"

"Yes sir."

The sergeant quickly opened the recorded recording, and Mossos listened carefully with a cold face.

"...there are missiles behind you..."

"It's a plane..."

"Wal, we're locked!"

...

After listening for a moment, Mossos's face turned red.

He knew something must have happened to Bai Yang, but the problem was that they didn't know the final situation.

At the very least, we need to know which area the plane crashed in, what happened in the end, whether it was a plane or a missile, and what happened to the two of them.

But now, apart from bursts of curses, calls over and over again, and complaints over and over again, there is nothing else.

And the main responsibility for all this is these bastards.

Thinking that after something happened to Blackbird, the higher-ups would definitely send someone to investigate, and other issues would even be involved.

Thinking of this, the beautiful atmosphere of Christmas disappears without a trace.

"Here comes someone."

Mossos shouted loudly, and then a group of military police walked in.

"Take this damn malfeasance away and put him in a solitary room."

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