Seeing Lynch walk back as if nothing had happened, Vera asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing …" Lynch picked up the knife and fork and continued to enjoy the sumptuous lunch. "Someone encountered a little trouble in their business. I've already asked someone to correct them."
It sounded like a small trouble, but this small trouble caused at least two to three hundred deaths.
Vera noticed the change in Lynch's mood. She didn't know how she did it, but she did.
She didn't continue to ask. Instead, she continued what they were doing before, eating, chatting, and laughing.
After lunch, there would be a lunch break, which was the time for a nap.
People only saw Mr. CEO running in the park at 5: 30 in the morning and arriving at the company at 7: 00 in the morning. However, they didn't see him taking a nap after lunch.
No one would report these things because there was no value in reporting. Instead, they kept telling the public, "Those who have succeeded are more hardworking than those who haven't. How can you blame fate for not working hard?"
"It's time to work hard to contribute to the capitalists and prove your value!"
It was so touching that she was about to cry!
Well, this was just a digression.
After watching the little boy return to his room and lie on the bed to say goodbye to Lynch and Vera, the two of them left the little boy's room.
"Thank you very much for staying with us for a day. I can handle the rest myself."
Standing in the living room, Vera looked at Lynch. "I know you have something important to do. Don't worry about us."
Lynch didn't say anything that suited the current situation. He walked up to Vera and hugged her before quickly leaving.
He did need time to solve these problems.
When he arrived at the headquarters of Blackstone Security, all the company's executives were gathered together.
Lynch looked at the latest report and didn't speak. The conference room was so quiet that only the sound of him flipping through the documents could be heard.
"239 people, a little higher than what I heard at noon. Is this the final number, or will it continue to increase?"
He looked at the executives. No one gave him an answer at this time because no one could guarantee that no one would die in the next battle.
Lynch's gaze was like a knife. Everyone avoided looking at him. He looked around and fixed his eyes on the document in front of him. "We didn't get any results. So many people died. I still have to explain to the families of the dead. This is troublesome."
"How's the discussion going? Are there any new battle plans?"
The supervisor of the First Operations Office, who was sitting on the left, nodded. "Yes, after they've settled the wounded, they plan to reorganize the attack."
Lynch nodded. "I'm listening. Continue."
The supervisor of the First Action Office looked at the others, but no one met his gaze. He could only bite the bullet and continue, "They have sent a simple battle plan. They plan to launch a new round of attacks this evening."
"Before that, they have six hours to cut off the city's water, power, TV, and other public and communication facilities. Then, when the sky is a little darker, they will attack from another direction..."
The plan was actually quite detailed. It was also made by the new commander based on his experience in Amelia.
As long as the water, power, and communication were cut off, it would be difficult for the enemy to organize a large-scale battle group with the ability to prepare and coordinate.
Then, when the sky was a little darker, the city would have no lighting in the situation where the water and power were cut off. The locals were likely to misjudge the dark shadows.
Under the premise of the possibility of misjudgment, the locals' desire to attack would be restrained. Moreover, the darkness would bring fear, so the attacks would be less than during the day. The people's desire to take the initiative to attack would also be weaker.
Moreover, they had brought along flares and lighting equipment, which could be used when needed.
After listening to the supervisor of the First Action Office talk about their battle plan, Lynch shook his head. "This is too stupid."
He mercilessly criticized the battle plan. "During the day, so many of your people died. I still have to pay the follow-up costs for these people's stupid decisions. Now, they plan to go in and die. Can you tell me the reason?"
"Do some people not want to live, or do they think it's faster to make money by collecting pensions?"
The supervisor of the First Action Office was a little speechless. After looking at the others, he said, "Mr. Lynch, I don't understand what you mean."
Lynch raised his finger and pointed at him. "It's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't understand."
He was sitting in a chair, but he gave off a sense of oppression when he stood. "Those people in Marillo don't understand either!"
"You can't dogmatically apply some training methods to the actual battlefield. I thought you had learned your lesson in Amelia, but now it seems that you haven't figured it out yet."
"The most important reason for our casualties is that we can't distinguish between the local residents who are the real ordinary people, the subordinates of the warlords, and the extreme racists."
"They are the main reason for our casualties, and nothing else. What we need to deal with are these people hidden among the ordinary people. Do you understand what I mean?"
Everyone nodded. They understood, but at the same time, they were a little confused. How to distinguish these … Well, the subordinates of the warlords and the extreme racists from the ordinary people?
Lynch looked at them and shook his head. "Looking at your silly faces, I suddenly feel that only 200 people died is not bad news. At least, it's not a lot."
He was very blunt. "Divide our current manpower into two parts. Those who are injured, I want them to maintain the security of our attack route."
"Tell the locals through the TV and radio stations that they must stay at home, not allowed to go out on the streets, and close the doors and windows. If anyone violates the rules, they must be the subordinates of the warlords and the extreme racists …"
The eyelids of the First Action Office's supervisor twitched. "Mr. Lynch, if they insist on coming out …"
Lynch raised his hand to stop him. "Let me ask you, and all of you, a question."
Everyone's attention was focused on him.
"If there is a war in the city you live in, and now there is a group of people preparing to invade and engage in a fierce battle with another group of people in the city, will you run outside when one of them asks you not to leave the house?"
Everyone gave their own answer without thinking. It could be said that it was an instinctive answer, and that was no.
Anyway, the war had nothing to do with them. Besides, someone had already asked them not to go out, so why should they go out?
Freedom?
Under the threat of death, freedom was worthless. Only when one was alive could one have freedom. If one was dead, one would only have a coffin or an urn.
Lynch spread his hands. "See, it's not difficult. If we inform them, we can even directly tell them that we will attack any target on the streets. Those who insist on coming out are either the warlords or the extreme racists."
"I believe in you. My employees know how to deal with such situations. You are professionals, right?"
There was a strong smell of blood behind this sentence. They had already become invaders and invaded other countries, so what was there to think about justice and peace?
God, if these things really existed, then those soldiers wouldn't have appeared in Marillo!
Too naive. This was the problem with these people. They always thought that they were righteous, and they never understood that in reality, the Federation had always been playing the role of the executioner.
When the executioner felt that they were doing the right thing, either they were crazy, or the world was crazy.
Judging from the current situation, the world was not crazy, so they were the ones who were crazy.
"Mr. Lynch, if we cause a large number of civilian casualties, then we may be condemned by the international community …"
Lynch decisively refuted his words. "No, those people are not civilians. They are armed anti-government militants who caused more than 200 casualties!"
"Killing them is our responsibility. No one can blame us for this!"
"Also, don't hide this news. I want the media and the public to know what we are doing as soon as possible. We have to take the initiative before international public opinion turns against us …"
"We have lost more than 200 lovely young men who sacrificed themselves for justice and peace. This is a huge loss for Blackstone Security, and it is a loss shared by the Federation and all peace-loving humans!"
Seeing that Lynch seemed to be hiding his anger in his calm demeanor, the head of the First Action Office nodded. "I know what to do."
Lynch pointed at him again. "No, you don't. Your expression tells me that you don't know what to do. Next, take notes and do it."
At around four o 'clock in the afternoon, Blackstone Security suddenly called Bob and the important media of the Federation to hold a press conference.
Everyone was puzzled by Blackstone Security's sudden move to hold such a press conference. The situation in Amelia was stable now, and nothing major had happened. Why was this press conference so sudden?
But soon, some gossip began to spread. It was said that Blackstone Security's operation in Marillo was attacked today, causing heavy casualties. Suddenly, the media arrived at the press conference early.
When it was five o 'clock, the head of the First Action Office stood in front of the media. He slammed the table, his face full of pain, and shouted loudly —
"Today is a sad day for all peace-loving people in the Federation, because 245 of our young men have fallen forever on the road to promoting world peace!"