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Washington, October 8, 1966 at 3:30 am.

"Mr. President, the landing war may break out within a few hours."

President William raised his head from the documents that seemed to never be processed: "Have London done its preparations? Where is General Gandra? Is he confident of winning?"

"Yes, London has completed sufficient preparations, and I believe that General Gandra can also win the war." As a senior aide to the president, Turner seemed very confident: "General Gandra is a very experienced general, and we have mastered all the core of the enemy's "New Sea Lion Plan". I firmly believe that the final victory will belong to us."

"Turner, maybe you are too optimistic." William sighed softly: "There were many strange things before the war broke out. For example, General Gandra's son suddenly became involved in the murder case. What is even more strange is that so many changes occurred in the trial that General Gandra's son was acquitted. Do you think this was all accidental?"

Turner's brows were tightly locked together.

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The President's words seemed to imply something special.

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"Sir President, do you think General Gandra is suspicious?" Turner asked tentatively: "If that is the case, I suggest that we immediately remove our commander in England."

William smiled bitterly: "It's too late, we can't find anyone who can replace General Gandra... The only thing we can pray now is that General Gandra can not let down the honor of an American soldier. As for the 'New Sea Lion Plan' you mentioned, it is also the most confusing thing about me. German intelligence agencies have always been known for being so strict and cautious as a machine, but why did Germany have no reaction after this important plan was leaked? Is they didn't know that the plan had been leaked, or there were some other reasons we didn't know about it..."

Turner doesn't agree with this: "Mr. President, our intelligence personnel have made great efforts to get this plan..."

"But our enemy is a terrible man!" William raised his voice slightly: "Since he appeared in London, countless strange things happened, and the 'New Sea Lion Project' was leaked from that time. Why? Is it a coincidence? Or is there any inevitable connection?"

Turner knew that the person Mr. President was talking about was the terrifying Baron Alexander who was extremely afraid of everyone.

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"Ltd Colonel Moyol, Lieutenant Colonel Moyol." William sneered a few times: "It's ironic. Baron Alexander calmly appeared in London with the name he has been using since World War I. He calmly carried out so many destructive plans, but all of us were kept in the dark. Even our people were willing to help him kill his enemy. Is there anything more embarrassing than this? The Galaxy has not been found yet. Once the war breaks out, what kind of rebound will the officials in the UK take... Turner, I feel very uneasy, very uneasy, and I always feel that something terrible is about to happen. No, I have a premonition that the enemy's attack target is definitely not Plymouth!"

Turner gasped: "If that's the case, should we notify General Gandra immediately?"

"Do you think it's still time?" William unhappily loosened his tie: "Most of our strength is placed in Plymouth, and the war will break out in a few hours. What's more important is that we still don't know what the Germans' real goal is? No, we still don't know anything!"

Turner heard incredibly frustrated in Mr. President's words. He was just a little surprised. Why is Mr. President so sure that the enemy's main target is definitely not in Plymouth?

William did not tell his subordinates everything, but he could believe that his father, Baron Alexander, would never let his enemies deploy troops so comfortably and happily.

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You are not a keen intuition or extraordinary judgment. This is just a son’s understanding of his father.

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But he was powerless to do anything that was about to happen. Yes, when his father Baron Alexson appeared, William felt that everything was out of his control.

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"What should I do with Mr. President, Lieutenant Colonel Mills and Colonel Jade?" Turner decided to dilute some unpleasant conversations.

"They were all wronged, I can be sure of this." William recovered a little calmer: "They worked in England for too long and too long. In my opinion, there was nothing to doubt about their loyalty. We were all fooled by the enemy, and we were all played with Baron Alexanderson in the applause."

Turner nodded: "If that's the case, should we release them immediately and get them back to work?"

"Release them?" William glanced at his subordinates: "Turner, sometimes we know that the other party has never done these things, but we cannot change their destiny. In London, there are so many things happening in Britain, and we need someone to take responsibility for these things."

Turner fully understood that Lieutenant Colonel Mills and Colonel Jade were the ones who had to take responsibility for this.

They actually have no fault. If they must say that they have to, then their only fault is that they are sitting in that position. The kidnap of the Galaxy and the leak of a series of intelligence all require someone to bear the responsibility for this, or to be more precise, the scapegoat is needed.
Chapter completed!