Zhang Qiang's words had been beautifully put, and after hearing them, General Ross immediately contacted the people in the rear.
A few minutes later, General Ross returned and said to Alvin, "Eight hours. As long as we can hold out for eight hours, a Mobile Armor unit from the United States military will be able to get here..."
Alvin glanced at Zhang Qiang, who was smiling. He gave General Ross the finger and cursed, "You son of a bitch—you're astonishingly shameless!
"You've got Mobile Armor units, and you still wanted to send those SEALs in..."
General Ross looked at Alvin without changing expression. "I have to take responsibility for America's core forces. A few days ago, we suffered heavy losses because of a conspiracy."
General Ross hesitated, then said, "Now, on behalf of the United States, I'm placing an order with your Steel Digital company: two thousand Combat Platforms, at three million dollars apiece. We can install the weapons ourselves.
"The United States Air Force will handle transporting those Combat Platforms...
"I want to see whether we can establish a foothold in Hell!"
Alvin stared at the Communicator, a little dazed. "Ivan, we're going to be rich, right? How much is that again?"
Ivan was panting heavily on the other end of the Communicator. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Ask them if they can bankrupt Stark. If they can, we can lower the price a little..."
Stark was probably with Ivan. A clanging of metal against metal came through the Communicator, then Stark said flippantly, "Oh, sorry. The iron plating on you got in the way of my bullet..."
Then Stark spoke into the Communicator. "Alvin, you should fire that bastard Russian. The guy's a lunatic!"
Alvin shook his head with amusement. Then he looked at Zhang Qiang, who