Avel stroked his chin and said, "I think you have whiskey here."
"You drunkard." Major General Gordon poured a small half glass of whiskey and handed it to the other party with a smile.
Avel took a sip of the cold whiskey, raised his chin and closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"The military is currently strengthening the security of the Central Academy of Sciences. The number of special forces is not large, so it is impossible to send them to the Central Academy of Sciences. The most feasible way is still to place the most important research at the headquarters of the special task force."
Major General Gordon leaned against his desk and shrugged, smiling, "Don't forget, our main control system was just hacked today."
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