Chapter 91: The Reporter's Hidden Recording

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not clear about this matter."

"Please give me some time."

Eagle Country Secretary of Defense Smith smiled awkwardly.

Then signaled to give him some time to ask.

In such an awkward situation.

What made him most angry was that the reporters on the scene were still taking pictures non-stop.

He could already imagine what the headlines in tomorrow's newspapers would be.

This would be a huge blow to his image.

He immediately called James, the person in charge of the Eagle Country base in Xiao Ri Zi.

But found that it couldn't get through.

So he immediately called Hans, the commander of the 7th Fleet.

"Hey! Idiot! What the hell is going on there?!"

"Such a big operation! Why didn't you report to me in advance!"

James, who was nervously watching the search progress in the aircraft carrier command room, heard the phone ring.

Couldn't help but shiver.

Hans picked up the phone and heard a scolding immediately.

Hans handed the phone directly to James.

James waved his hand repeatedly.

He didn't dare to answer any calls to him now.

Hans didn't care about this, he didn't want to take the blame for James.

Threw the phone directly into his hand.

James had no choice but to pick up the phone helplessly.

"I am James."

"James? What are you doing in the 7th Fleet?"

"And, why are you gathering there!"

"I want you to give me a reasonable explanation!"

Smith roared at the phone on the other end, lowering his voice.

James said tremblingly: "The F-35 crashed in that sea area."

"We are salvaging it!"

"What are you talking about?"

Smith roared angrily.

But immediately lowered his voice and said: "How is that possible? The F-35 is the world's strongest fighter jet."

"How could it crash!"

"And didn't it just get equipped to your base?"

"How are you doing things?!"

James said immediately: "I'm very sorry, but we don't know either, now we can only use the data inside the black box to restore the process of the incident."

"We are salvaging."

Although Smith spoke in a very low voice.

But the skills of Eagle Country reporters in dealing with this scene were simply too rich.

Their microphones were specially made.

Can hear extremely faint sounds.

Just need to separate it on dedicated equipment later.

The Daily Mail reporter and his cameraman looked at each other.

A thought of getting rich instantly burst into their minds.

Smith heard James's words.

His heart beat violently.

Took a few deep breaths.

Only then did he recover.

"I understand, you salvage as soon as possible."

At this time, Director Yang suddenly said: "Our military is going to conduct exercises in that sea area in a while."

"Please have your personnel leave as soon as possible."

"The estimated time for that is about four hours."

Director Yang looked at his watch and said.

Smith understood, this Director Yang in front of him definitely knew about this.

He immediately said: "Good."

Turned around and immediately sent a message to James.

"Within three hours, complete the search!"

"Everyone into the sea!"

Seeing the notification, Director Yang smiled.

Reached out his hand and said: "Let's go."

"Let's talk face to face."

Smith now felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

But he couldn't refuse.

Had to follow Director Yang into the car.

At this time, the group of reporters outside walked away.

The Daily Mail reporter immediately saved the audio data in his hand.

Looked at his photographer.

Immediately signaled him, hurry up!

The two immediately got into the car.

Along the way, the reporter held the audio data tightly.

Big news, no matter what was said, this must be big news!

Rushed to the house they rented at top speed.

He contacted his supervisor at the Daily Mail.

"Supervisor!"

"I have explosive news here!"

"Guess what!"

"Don't beat around the bush. If you have big news, I'll give you a bonus."

"Definitely not small."

The supervisor's voice came from the phone.

Revealing an arrogance of not being short of money.

"Hehe, big news about our Secretary of Defense Smith."

"I'm taking the earliest flight back now."

"Wait for my good news."

The reporter knew his supervisor's personality, the personality of not being short of money.

And now this Secretary of Defense is from the Elephant Party, and their Daily Mail.

Is the Donkey Party, the current opposition party.

With such news, it must be promoted vigorously.

Fame and fortune.

And, even if it's the same party, so what.

With such big news.

Asking for some benefits, hush money is naturally inevitable.

The reporter's eyes revealed a smile.

Rushed to the airport without stopping.

And in the South Sea.

James looked at this vast sea.

Asked anxiously: "Found it?"

"Not yet." Hans was indifferent.

"The signal is simply too weak."

"Intermittent."

"We can only search within a very large range."

The technical soldier on the side explained.

"Sigh!"

James paced back and forth anxiously.

"Calm down a little."

"Now so many people are helping."

"Even Xiao Ri Zi sent their submarines."

"Already underwater searching."

Hans picked up his coffee and said unhurriedly.

"Can I not be anxious?!"

James stopped and roared.

He quickly came back to his senses.

Looking at Hans's somewhat sharp eyes.

Immediately apologized and said: "Sorry, I'm really too anxious."

Seeing James apologize, Hans's sharp eyes faded.

Replaced by a calm gaze.

"The frogmen have already gone down."

"This area has deep water, and the waves are rapid."

"Being able to retrieve the black box is already not bad."

"As for the other wreckage."

"I personally suggest, you shouldn't think about it."

"Also, if you know some people."

"After paying a certain price, you can still retreat unscathed."

Hans gave him advice intimately.

"Thank you."

James couldn't have thought of it either.

But this matter was simply too big.

If the wreckage and black box couldn't be retrieved.

His connections really couldn't hold up.

Now the time limit set by Smith had passed for one hour and eighteen minutes.

But there was still no clue.

How could he not be anxious.

In this situation, if the wreckage was salvaged.

Then it would just be an accident.

If it hadn't been salvaged.

The people from Martin Company would have come for him and torn him to pieces alive.

At the mere thought of the scene where he would be found having committed suicide with eight shots to his back.

James felt his scalp tingle, just like the Indians.

At this moment, a cry of surprise finally pulled him back to reality.

"Found it!"

"The black box has been found!"

"And most of the wreckage."

"But about 30 percent of the wreckage is still missing!"

James immediately headed toward the radio's location.

"Salvage it! Be quick!"

"As long as the core components are all there, it'll be fine!"

"Understood!"

James let out a long sigh of relief.

It was just that he hadn't expected.

A fisherman not far away.

Had fished something out of the sea.