Chapter 1213: Chapter 591: Compromise Is an Art

The guard he brought at the door was stunned seeing the old general like this, just about to come over when Frederick pointed a gun at him, “Get lost!”

Seeing this, the guards didn’t dare to lean against the wall.

Frederick Franks kicked open the door, and there was a scream inside. Then he saw a woman hurriedly arranging her dress, while Thomas Rem was anxiously pulling up the zipper.

He instantly turned red!

You could tell this woman had a frivolous air about her, just like anyone who’s been to the third floor of the foot massage city knows, you can tell at a glance.

Typical!!

“You bastard!” Frederick Franks gritted his teeth, kicking Thomas Rem in the abdomen, sending him heavily into the wall, grabbing him by the hair, pointing the gun barrel at his head, yelling, “You bastard! You dare to whore in my army!”

“My soldiers are fighting on the front lines for the United States, and you’re here messing with women, I’ll shoot you!”

He unlocked the safety as he spoke.

He fired a shot at Thomas Rem’s head.

The latter’s pupils constricted, his mind went blank.

“Click!”

The “Kindness Gun” jammed…

Thomas Rem was stunned, then without knowing where the strength came from, pushed him aside, still hadn’t pulled his pants up, grabbed them with one hand and ran outside, screaming his heart out, “Help! Help! Murder!!”

But Frederick Franks didn’t chase after him, he looked down at the weapon in his hand, raised his head, then slammed the gun to the ground forcefully, “Damn! Damn! Damn!”

Then he somewhat dejectedly sat on the ground.

When people outside peeked in, they saw the frontline commander was actually crying.

He truly had unutterable grievances.

He heard about the explosion in Mexico City, many people fueled internal conflicts, he thought it was an opportunity, the most important thing is, the logistics supply was lagging behind, a decisive battle was needed to capture Juarez!

But…

When he ordered the below troops, he was ignored…

Some even replied, “Need the military inspector’s review signature”, starting at the regiment level, signature submission was required, by the time it was signed, it would be too late, Frederick Franks was long annoyed with this procedure, he called The Pentagon, on the phone he thought Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf would support him like during the Gulf War.

But the other side was silent for a long time, then said, “Follow the procedures.”

Before he could react, they hung up the call.

Admiral Frederick Franks immediately knew, he as a general was no longer trusted, he angrily wanted to find trouble with Thomas Rem, but God… the gun jammed.

“Catch him, he’s gone mad, he’s gone mad!”

Thomas Rem, pulling up his pants, shouted sharply, standing at the door like a hopping monkey, pointing at him, his face flushed red.

But the guards at the door looked at each other, no one moved.

After all, that’s the commander.

“Borne Waters! You hold him down!”

Thomas Rem looked toward his trusted man, gritting his teeth, “I’ll call the Defense Minister, Frederick Franks went mad, he tried to shoot the military inspector, I’m going to get him put in prison, to military court.”

Perhaps hearing the four words “military court” made the other side react a little, just looked up when hurried footsteps came closer.

Deputy Commander Ratatoskr Davis rushed over upon inquiry, saw the scene before him, furrowed his brow, saw the surrounding crowd, waved his hand vigorously, “Disperse, don’t gather, have nothing to do? Want me to send you to the front line to carry boxes?!”

Hearing his words, a group of people who were originally waiting to watch the fun scattered in an instant.

Ratatoskr Davis helped his superior up, military inspector Thomas Rem was still unwilling to give up, mainly because he lost too much face, “You came at the right time, he’s attempting to subvert the army, arrest him…”

“Screw you, get lost!”

Vice Admiral Ratatoskr Davis glared at him fiercely, “Don’t force me to slap you to death.”

Seeing that look, Thomas Rem shivered, remembered that this guy had a bad temper, fought many people in real combat, and had learned, it hurt to fight him, he took a step back, pointed at them, leaving harsh words, “Just you wait, I’m going to tell the Defense Minister, you guys don’t follow the rules.”

Watching his back, Vice Admiral Ratatoskr Davis spat, “Really want to shoot him, getting gilded and still pretending, must interfere, if not for his sister having an affair with the Defense Minister’s brother, could he rise to power? Someone will shoot him sooner or later!”

Admiral Frederick Franks patted his hand, shook his head dismally, “Let’s go.”

“General, there’s urgent news from the front line.”

“James Gavin, the commander of the 82nd Airborne Division, killed the military inspector and defected with his troops to the Texas Rebel Army!”

Admiral Frederick Franks heard the words, glared angrily, suddenly felt his blood pressure rising, and his whole body felt light-headed, his vision went black and he fell to the ground.

“General! General!”

The guards rushed in in a panic, carried him in a hurry to the medical room.

Fortunately, nothing major, he woke up after more than half an hour.

His first words upon waking were, “Why have you forsaken me,” (My God, my God, why have you abandoned me!)

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