Unconventional War. The name alone sounded intimidating.
Mr. Truman flipped through the documents in front of him. They were long and awful.
He closed them directly. He no longer had the time to carefully read through a document once, as he had in the past, let alone go over it repeatedly.
Right now, he wished he could condense everything into a single sentence—a sentence that would let him grasp the entire situation completely.
He truly did not have that much time. He looked up at Lin Qi, who immediately understood what he meant.
Lin Qi stood up, straightened his clothes, and temporarily took over the colonel's duties.
"I learned from several sources that the Department of Defense used rather outdated methods in this operation to rescue the wounded who had been taken hostage on the front lines."
Lin Qi swept his gaze around the room. "I mean no offense to anyone present, but that is simply the truth."
"You planned to solve this problem in fifteen days, while I took less than forty-eight hours. That is also what I want to discuss: unconventional warfare."
At that moment, someone interrupted Lin Qi. It was an officer from the Department of Defense. "Mr. Lin Qi, fifteen days was merely the longest time we had considered. It doesn't mean we necessarily needed fifteen days to solve the problem. Besides, I don't know where you got this information..."
Lin Qi reached out and tapped the badge on his chest: Federal National Security Committee, Senior Adviser, active appointment.
The officer fell silent.
The National Security Committee had a broad range of responsibilities. As long as something involved national security, might involve national security, or could affect national security, it could stick its hand into it.
A senior adviser was equivalent to a deputy commander in