Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 271 - 258 Absurdity

Chapter 271: Chapter 258 Absurdity

On May 28, 1987, at 19:30, Matthias Rust, an amateur pilot from the West Germany Hamburg Aviation Club, flew a Cessna 172 Skyhawk for five hours, traveling over 800 kilometers within Soviet territory, flying over two naval bases, four air force bases, and two missile bases, successfully penetrating Moscow’s defense network and finally landing in the open area of Red Square, a mere hundred meters away from Gorbachev’s office.

History called it the Red Square Incident.

The United States Navy headquarters for the first time released a communication record on October 10, 1995.

Canadian party: "Please alter your course fifteen degrees south to avoid collision."

American party: "I suggest you change your heading fifteen degrees north to avoid a collision."

American party: "I repeat, I am the Commander of a United States Navy Ship, change your heading."

Canadian party: "Please change your heading."

American party, angrily, seriously: "This is the United States Navy’s Lincoln aircraft carrier, the second-largest fleet of the US Atlantic Fleet, accompanied by three destroyers, three cruisers, and several support vessels. I demand that you alter your course fifteen degrees north, otherwise we will take all necessary measures to ensure the fleet’s safety."

Canadian party: "This is a lighthouse."

This conversation was historically referred to as the Lighthouse Incident.

Although the United States Navy later frequently debunked this as a rumor, and many experts also believe such an incident could not possibly occur to an experienced navy ship commander, this was purely a piece of gossip.

However, Mike McConnell, the US Director of National Intelligence, admitted in a speech in 2008 that the Lighthouse Incident was real.

Note: The Director of National Intelligence oversees all sixteen intelligence units of the entire American intelligence system.

During the Cold War, the Soviet Union, with the world’s most advanced and powerful ground-based air defense system, allowed a young man to land a small plane in Red Square.

The United States Navy dominated the globe with the strongest and most advanced invincible fleet, yet a fleet commander could mistake a lighthouse for a ship.

So, when Great Britain became ’Little Britain,’ and Military Intelligence Sixth Department was breached by two clueless young men, what was the problem?

Some things are indeed hard to accept, but they happened nonetheless.

Whether you can accept it or not, it must be accepted.

A man in a suit, wearing a look of helplessness and exhaustion, as well as a sense of irritation.

Hungry, tired, but unable to leave work, having to lead many people to investigate the case of the kidnapped Minister of Intelligence, now the Minister of Intelligence was safe, but two French bastards had escaped, and their whereabouts were still unknown.

Checking the surveillance was the simplest method.

The one responsible for surveillance was the head of the Counterintelligence Department. Although the security breach was not his fault, failing to catch the two escaping agents, not being able to drag back the bastards from the Directorate-General for External Security, was indeed his responsibility.

There were several surveillance feeds, unable to be watched all at once, but suddenly, someone exclaimed in a panic-stricken tone, "Oh no, boss, look here!"

Hearing the fear-shaken voice of his subordinate, the head of MI6’s Counterintelligence Department felt an ominous sensation rising within.

Watching the two people go down to the basement parking lot, the ominous premonition came true.

Seeing the two individuals crawl into the trunk, the chief of the Counterintelligence Department’s hands trembled.

"Oh, God, no, not this!"

He grabbed the walkie-talkie, shouting hoarsely, frantically, filled with panic, and impatiently yelled, "They’re in the car! In the trunk! They’ve gone to the headquarters! Search the Minister of Intelligence’s car, oh no, notify the director, protect the director!"

He didn’t want to think too much, now was not the time to worry about what mistakes had been made, it was time to pray that these two people hadn’t caused bigger issues.

While MI6 was looking for the whereabouts of two French agents, these French agents didn’t run away but instead turned around and infiltrated the lair of MI6.

The message was transmitted extremely fast, and the result was MI6 instantaneously in turmoil.

"God..."

On hearing the news, one could immediately imagine what was going to happen.

The two agents didn’t run; they had crawled into the Minister of Intelligence’s car and returned to MI6, they definitely weren’t there for a tour.

What they were there to do didn’t need to be stated, did it?

A crowd began to run madly.

Alarm, call for help, lockdown, search.

All these actions happened at once; MI6 had enough people to do all these things simultaneously.

The director of MI6 had just sat down when he received a phone call.

"Director! The two French didn’t escape, they crawled into the Minister of Intelligence’s car and came back! It’s very dangerous now, please immediately move to a safe location..."

"What?"

The director of MI6 simply couldn’t believe his ears, and just as he did so, the door to the meeting room opened, and a petite girl walked in.

Her clothes seemed a bit too large, ill-fitting.

Emily gave a slight smile, then she directly threw the tray holding coffee and tea onto several people, extending a unique invitation for them to partake in tea and coffee.

Her tray thrown aside, her hand beneath it held a handgun.

"Hello, from..."

Emily tilted her head; at this moment of glory, it was a pity she couldn’t mention the name of France.

"From the CIA’s regards."

The Minister of Intelligence’s eyes widened; looking at Emily, he couldn’t help but cover his own left cheek.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs jumped up shouting, as he’d been scalded by the hot coffee. Thankfully, a layer of fabric shielded him, but his thigh still felt a burning pain.

The Prime Minister’s Envoy had not yet fully grasped the situation. He was dispatched to inquire about the kidnapping of the Minister of Intelligence, primarily to understand what had happened and wait to report back to the Prime Minister before any further actions were taken. As for now, he did not know how to react.

Despite being scalded by the hot drops of water on his face and hands, it was not severe enough to make him jump up.

The director of the Military Intelligence Sixth Department still held the phone, staring blankly at Emily, but his gaze was focused on the dark barrel of the gun.

The empire’s two giants, an intelligence veteran, and the Prime Minister’s confidant, were being held at gunpoint by a young French woman?

Aliens attacked Earth?

Controlled nuclear fusion became commercially viable?

Humans flew out of the Milky Way?

The most core members of the UK intelligence community were taken down by the French in their own lair?

Choose one out of the four impossible events; which one would you pick?

The conference room was noisy due to the Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ shouting.

But the conference room quickly quieted down again when Emily pointed her gun, causing the Secretary of Foreign Affairs to sit down in extreme astonishment.

Now the conference room was very quiet until Gao Yi once again broke the silence.

"Hey, hello, oh, we meet again, hello, Minister."

Gao Yi greeted several people with a smile, then gestured for Emily to lower the gun, saying with a smile, "Don’t be like that, it’s not polite."

The Minister of Intelligence was ashen-faced, not knowing what he was thinking, but certainly not any good words.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs was somewhat coming back to his senses; he was extremely surprised and blurted out inexplicably, "Twice in one day?"

The director was utterly disheartened.

Now, there wasn’t any trouble, but the director of the Military Intelligence Sixth Department was genuinely heartbroken.

What day was today?

Today was supposed to be a very ordinary day. The Secretary of Foreign Affairs had come to understand the internal movements of the European Union, America’s reaction, and to gather some critical intelligence feedback from the Sixth Department. He also took the opportunity to impart instructions, urging the Sixth Department to focus on certain areas of work.

He hadn’t expected that on his rare visit to the Sixth Department, he would witness someone attacking them.

All right, the morning’s event had passed, and after finishing his work, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs left to meet with the Prime Minister, along with the director of the Sixth Department, to receive the Prime Minister’s consultation.

He hadn’t expected such chaos at the Sixth Department. Out of concern for his colleagues and to understand the details of the incident—as well as to comprehend what France really intended—was the reason he came to the Sixth Department for the second time, now accompanied by the Prime Minister’s envoy.

Then, as luck would have it, he once again encountered a second incident.

This time, he found himself with a gun pointed at his head.

Prominent figures recognized worldwide, is this how the French treat them?

But thinking about where this was, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs immediately lost his temper and his anger subsided.

This was the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Sixth Department. Being held at gunpoint here, what, should he resort to diplomatic channels to lodge a complaint against France?

It was too absurd, so unprecedented that he didn’t even know what to say, let alone what to do.

Finally, it was the Secretary of Foreign Affairs, with his rich diplomatic experience, who spoke first.

"I will lodge a protest with your President and question what exactly he intends to do! Now, I will personally call him, regardless of your intentions or who sent you! You’d better mind your manners and measure, now, I’m calling your President!"

That call could indeed go through, although it required a transfer, but the Secretary of Foreign Affairs believed he would definitely get through.

With the French committing such an act of madness, it had to be resolved through negotiation. The Secretary of Foreign Affairs acknowledged that this time the French truly had the upper hand, but it was fine—the French would still rely on negotiations to obtain everything they wanted.

They couldn’t just shoot and kill four people on the spot—that would be considered assassination and a cause for war, the kind of situation where the Russians would back the other side, and even with American bias, there would be war.

Therefore, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs was sure he could make that call.

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone.

But another baffling incident occurred.

"What kind of phone is this?"

Gao Yi suddenly walked over, snatched the phone from the Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ hand, and curiously asked, "What brand? Custom-made, right?"

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ head buzzed, and he asked bewilderedly, "I need to call your President, don’t you understand? Now we need to start addressing the issue substantively, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Gao Yi did not understand the Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ implied meaning, as he was not versed in diplomatic language.

Gao Yi solemnly said, "Did I allow you to make a call? Why do you want to call the White House?"

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs, infuriated, exclaimed, "Stop pretending! You are clearly..."

With a crisp snap, the Minister of Intelligence couldn’t help but touch his own left cheek again.

And the Secretary of Foreign Affairs covered his right cheek.

Because Gao Yi was holding the phone in his right hand, he had to slap with his left, even though it made his left shoulder hurt a little.

A crisp sound, a shock to everyone in the room, followed by a deathly silence.

Emily couldn’t help but raise her hand, but then she put it back down, ultimately saying nothing.

Gao Yi, holding the Secretary of Foreign Affairs’ phone, calmly sat on one side of the oval conference table, next to the Minister of Intelligence and opposite the Secretary of Foreign Affairs.

Then, Gao Yi seriously said, "Now, let’s talk about the real issue, what is the real issue... Well, as it’s well known, Gibraltar belongs to Spain, you must return it."