Bernhard's gaze was venomous. "Like Patton!"
He was referring to Little George Smith Patton, the "fierce general" who died in a car accident.
From his tone, Patton's death seemed rather suspicious?
"It hasn't come to that yet..." an officer murmured in a low voice.
"Nonsense!"
"Do we have to wait until Robert's blade is hanging over our heads before we strike back? He can arrest Gottfried today, next it'll be me, and then it'll be all of you."
Bernhard swept his gaze over them. "Politics and power struggles are never as idealistic as you think."
"As long as he's dead, I can maneuver the situation. The next Defense Minister will definitely be me!"
Ambition gleamed in his eyes.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Robert Gates wanted his backers to help him. He made a call to Reagan.
But it was answered by his secretary.
"Mr. Brady, why is it so noisy over there?"
