Chapter 119: Modi's Call for Help

Ali immediately took a special plane and rushed to the airport where Malavi was.

As soon as he got off the plane, he rushed directly to the Air Force Commander's office.

He pushed the door open and saw Malavi eating.

"Mr. President? Why are you here?"

"Could it be that you know about Liz's matter too?"

Malavi said.

"I know."

Ali squeezed these words out from between his teeth.

"That's good, that's good."

"Do you want to go see them?"

"As soon as they got off the plane, I threw them into the confinement room."

"As punishment for their disobedience."

"I didn't even give them food."

"Good, good, good, you've done really well." Ali laughed out of extreme anger.

"Hahaha, that's of course."

Malavi laughed.

He still hadn't realized that the meaning Ali wanted to express was completely different from what he was saying.

"Take me there."

Ali no longer had the strength to scold him.

When Malavi heard this,

he immediately took Ali down the stairs.

Finally reaching the sixth floor underground.

Ali looked at the environment here.

A dark and damp stone cave, with water constantly dripping from the ceiling.

"This was once for death row prisoners, and later, after this place was transformed into an airport and command center, this place was used as a confinement room."

Malavi saw Ali looking at the environment here,

so he explained.

"Take me there, hurry."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Malavi didn't know why President Ali's mood was so bad.

He didn't dare to say a word more.

He hurriedly took President Ali to the confinement room where Liz and his team were staying.

Until they reached the very corner.

Ali saw at a glance that Liz and his team didn't even have a bed.

They were lying on a large rock covered in moss.

He was instantly furious.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Open the door!"

Malavi originally thought President Ali had come to pass judgment, not to open the door.

He said somewhat sluggishly, "Are you opening the door to the confinement room?"

"Nonsense! Open it for me quickly!"

Ali roared angrily.

Malavi didn't dare to hesitate and immediately took the key to open the door.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Liz was exhausted and hungry after a day of flying.

Being locked in confinement, hungry and cold, he was actually quite haggard.

"No, it's me."

"Ali."

Hearing this name,

Liz burst into tears instantly.

Ali comforted Liz hurriedly.

"Mr. President, were we wrong?"

Liz asked with a cold heart.

"No, I guarantee it. You did very well!"

Ali said sincerely.

Subsequently, he released everyone from the confinement room.

Then he kicked Malavi directly into it.

And locked the door directly.

"Mr. President! Mr. President!"

Malavi fell flat on his face after being kicked in.

Hearing the sound of the door locking, he hurriedly got up.

"What did I do wrong!"

Malavi couldn't accept that he had just been a high-spirited Air Force Commander, and now he was a prisoner.

This huge psychological gap simply made him go crazy.

"Liz and his team shot down over a hundred Bharat planes today."

"As the Air Force Commander, you didn't think about rewarding them."

"You actually locked up Pakistan's heroes in a confinement room."

"You really have a way with things."

Ali said mockingly.

"How is that possible?!"

"That's fake intelligence!"

"Fake intelligence!"

"Don't I know the J-10? That's Dongda's garbage product!"

"Their synonym is low quality! Garbage!"

"How could they possibly beat the French Rafale!"

"This isn't true!"

"It's fake intelligence!"

"Let me out!"

Malavi shouted at the door.

Ali didn't pay attention to him.

He walked straight out of the confinement room.

After returning to the ground,

he said immediately, "All of Malavi's positions are now abolished!"

"All power is also stripped."

"Let him stay in the confinement room alone for a month first, and then go to a military court."

Ali didn't hesitate at all and ordered a replacement for the Air Force Commander.

"As for the others,"

"cheer for our heroes, Liz and the others in the flight squadron!"

"They are Pakistan's heroes!"

Liz looked at all this in a daze.

Meanwhile, in Bharat, Modi was even more shocked.

"What are you saying?"

"Arun, you'd better be joking with me."

Modi said.

He knew clearly what this kind of combat record meant.

"No, no."

Arun's trembling voice came through the receiver.

"It's true, Mr. Modi!"

"It's true."

"It's simply too terrifying!"

"Our pilots say Pakistan's planes are like ghosts."

"The radar can't detect their existence at all."

Actually, it was Pakistan's J-10s that were hundreds of kilometers away.

They didn't get close at all.

Long-range sniping.

When Modi heard this news,

he felt the world spinning before his eyes.

He collapsed on the sofa.

"Mr. Modi! Mr. Modi!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Arun kept shouting on the phone.

Modi supported his body and sat up.

"What's the situation now?"

"Have the army units mobilized?"

"No, if we don't control the airspace, our ground troops are all targets."

"Pakistan's bombers can bomb us from head to toe."

Modi said weakly, "Don't we still have anti-aircraft guns?"

Hearing this, Arun said timidly,

"President Modi, the anti-aircraft guns we've been using are basically used up."

"You were the one who said to let our country copy them."

"But those shells can't be used at all now."

"They are all broken."

Hearing this, Modi finally couldn't hold on anymore.

A mouthful of old blood sprayed out directly.

The secretary on the side hurriedly came over to help Modi wipe the blood.

Modi waved his hand and said, "Don't move."

Then he said to the phone, "Alright. I know."

Then he hung up the phone.

Supporting his body, he stared at the phone and began to dial Hans's number.

A few seconds later, Hans answered.

"Is that Hans?"

"What's wrong, Brother Modi."

"It's like this, Bharat might need your help now."

"See if you can represent Eagle Country to mediate."

Modi knew clearly that they couldn't fight anymore.

The Kashmir region was a disputed area.

Meaning both Bharat and Pakistan were fighting for control of the two places.

Modi originally thought he could drive Pakistan out of the Kashmir region in one fell swoop.

But judging from the current situation,

it was very likely that Bharat would be driven out of the Kashmir region.

This was something Modi couldn't accept.

He had no choice but to call the initiator of all this, Eagle Country's Secretary of State, Hans.

Begging him to represent Eagle Country to end all this.

Hans fell silent for a few seconds after hearing this.

Hans put down the phone.

And began to listen to the intelligence provided by the CIA.

"Satellite shows that Bharat's current situation is a total defeat."

"Their Air Force has been completely crushed by Pakistan's Air Force."

"We even specifically used high-precision spy satellites."

"Currently, the number of planes lost by Bharat is over a hundred, but the number of planes lost by Pakistan is..."

The CIA person was a bit shocked, but still read out that number.

"Zero."

"Zero?"

Hans said in shock.

He knew Bharat's real strength was very useless.

But he really didn't expect Bharat's strength to be this useless.

"Good, I know."

He picked up the phone.

And continued,

"Brother Modi."

"I know you're in a hurry, but Eagle Country's help isn't free."

"See if..."

"After all, I'm just a Secretary of State."

"Not the President of Eagle Country."

"I also need benefits to plug the mouths of those officials."

Modi wasn't surprised when he heard this.

"Currently, Bharat has a new plan to set up two banks and allow foreign capital to hold shares."

"I don't know if Brother Hans has any suitable candidates."

When Hans heard the news, he immediately said happily, "Good, good, good!"

"That's no problem."

"Rest assured, Eagle Country will do its best to show support."

Modi got the answer he wanted.

And hung up the phone with satisfaction.

While Hans smiled gloomily.

Eagle Country would show support.

But...

Only on a spiritual level. ===== CHAPTER 120 =====

Only on a mental level.