He knew the seriousness of the situation—if he were caught by the so-called rebel army, what good would come of it?
Norman Schwartzkopf's brows furrowed into a character like '川.'
Ring-ring—
The sudden, urgent telephone ring snapped him out of his thoughts, startling him so much that his body shook, and he angrily slammed the table and snatched up the phone, "F***! Give me good news, or I'll shove the ashtray down your ashtray!"
The person on the other end was petrified.
His voice quivered...
"Sir... sir, Mexico... Mexico has launched an unannounced war; two armies from the Northern War Zone have charged into the California region!"
"What!!!!!!"
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Northrop Grumman Corporation in Bethesda, Virginia.
In the office of CEO Anselmo Truman.
A crowd sat, neither old nor young.
If one often watched TV news, many familiar faces would be recognizable.
