Middle East Strategic Research Office.
Although it has a strategic sign, the office is very small.
The CIA does not have clearly listed offices around the world. If it does, it would be a joke, because the United States will not admit that the CIA has activities in any country.
Therefore, this so-called Middle East Strategic Research Office was originally the CIA's Middle East office.
As a civilian intelligence officer, Alandi is definitely in good shape, with muscles that cannot be concealed by a white shirt, neat teeth, well-dressed, and the appearance of a successful person. Not only is it easy to win the hearts of the opposite sex, but also the same sex.
Envy.
No matter what situation he encounters, Alandi always looks calm and cool.
Even though the CIA suffered a rare humiliation when the White House teamed up with the Pentagon to send a so-called investigation team and even tried to search his office, Alandi did not show any anger.
If you can't get it on the battlefield, don't get it at the negotiation table.
In the same way, if the Pentagon cannot snatch someone, how can it be snatched away from the CIA prison?
What happened to Sharman? Since Sharman refused to give face to the CIA, he actually tried to take Abdullah back by force.
The CIA clearly gave Sharman the opportunity to kneel down and give him money, but Sharman refused. How could this be allowed?
So, Alandi gave Sharman a little lesson.
Using a very simple strategy, using an extremely simple method, just put Abdullah in the trunk of a car, put it in the trunk of the car that an Iraqi translator drives to work every day, and then deliver it to Sharman's opposition
Just have it in hand.
It's that simple, so simple that it doesn't even deserve to be called a strategy.
However, Alandi really didn't expect that Shaman would dare to attack his people brazenly.
Sending a team of more than twenty people to confuse Sharman's sight is secondary. The more important function is to stimulate Sharman, make him irritable, make him angry, make him unable to resist attacking, and make him unable to resist grabbing.
people.
So what if Sharman found the Pentagon, what if he asked the White House for help, let them find it, and let their investigation team search the entire embassy, ​​so what.
But Sharman actually used a cannon and killed CIA personnel. This situation became serious and aggravated the situation.
Because Naovi, who only stopped briefly and passed through, was also in Baghdad.
Naovi never suffered this kind of anger. The most important thing is that among the six people who died, there was Naovi's former subordinate and now the captain of the Middle East Operation Team.
I just wondered how Sharman dared, and even if Sharman dared, how could the Defense Covert Operations Agency dare to cooperate with him.
Naovi's rank is not as good as Alandi's because the Middle East Division is a big department and Naovi is just the captain of the action team.
But Naowei's level is not particularly high, but he is too senior and has too high a prestige.
When Naovi angrily asked for help, Alandi was too embarrassed to refuse.
Of course, Alandi didn't want to refuse.
The result is out of control.
Everything is out of control.
Naovi is dead.
Naovi, who had carried out countless big missions and brought out countless important people, died like this. That Naovi who was reckless and calm, rough and refined, proud and humble, that combination of contradictions, as long as he refused to retire, he would die.
Naovi, always the captain, died.
When he first received the news, Alandi didn't believe it.
The main reason is that the source of information is too unreliable.
As we all know, Saudi Arabia’s National Intelligence Agency cannot obtain valuable intelligence at all. What they are best at is buying, not selling.
But when five people from the National Intelligence Agency sent the same information in a row, and in a short period of time, and they sent the same information with great confidence, Alandi couldn't sit still.
So Alandi sent Naovi's direct subordinates to confirm the news.
If Naovi was not dead, then these people were there to protect Naovi.
If Naovi is really dead, then these people are going to avenge Naovi.
Then things fell apart and exploded.
Naovi is dead, and all the special operations team led by Naovi are dead.
When the call for help came, Alandi really didn't know who to send.
The special operations team was originally the CIA's strongest combat force. Now that the special operations team is not good enough, who else can he send?
Send troops?
As we all know, the CIA can only receive cooperation and assistance from the military, and they do not have any power to mobilize the military.
We cannot send troops, we can only put pressure on the Iraqi side and ask them to quickly dispatch the garrison troops in the Green Zone to support.
But it was too late, everything was lost.
How did it become like this?
How could it become like this?
What went wrong, what went wrong!
Alandi's hands trembled uncontrollably, and his heart also trembled. A chain reaction caused his voice to tremble.
"You...you...you...are you sure..."
No one would have thought that the elegant Alandi would stutter when he was extremely nervous.
"Sir, I'm sorry. The body of Chief Naovi was found at the scene. His cause of death was a blow to the face with a blunt instrument..."
"Are you...are you...really...sure?"
"I'm sure... people from the National Intelligence Agency tried to set the fire, but they didn't have time to set the fire. Chief Naoway's body was being brought in. He was hit with three blunt force blows, on the hand, hip bone, and face. Heavy blows to the face.
It’s the main cause of death.”
"I...I...I didn't...ask you...the cause of death!"
Alandi swallowed and said tremblingly: "I...you...get out!"
The subordinate quietly retreated and closed the door of the Middle East Strategy Research Office.
Alandi, who didn't bother to deal with the investigation team just now, fell down on his chair.
My mind is so confused, as if I've been hit with a hammer.
Why is my brain so messed up? It makes my head hurt.
Alandi covered his forehead with his hand. After being stunned for at least two minutes, he finally grabbed the phone and pressed a number with trembling fingers.
"Sir, I have some sad news to report to you. Captain Naoway is dead!"
When he said the word "dead", Alandi seemed to finally let go of a heavy burden on his body. He had to say this word so decisively that he didn't care whether it was inappropriate to directly say "dead".
Whenever he hesitates and chooses a nice word to say, Alandi is afraid that he will not dare to say the word.
"What? Who? Naovi? is dead? Who is dead? Please organize your language, what are you talking nonsense about?"
"Mr. Director, Captain Naovi is dead. He just died in a conflict with the National Intelligence Agency..."
"Uh, are you sure?"
"I'm sorry, Director, I'm afraid I can be sure."
"Did you see the body?"
"Not yet, but it will be delivered soon."
Silence, deathly silence.
Naovi died, but it was not just Naovi who died, but also the highest-ranking CIA officer who died abnormally in more than 60 years.
Abnormal death is of course a nice word to say, but to put it more directly, it can be said to be death in battle.
Lan Adi's hand holding the microphone began to tremble unnaturally, because the longer the director remained silent, the bleaker his future became.
Although the director still doesn't know why Naovi died, he will soon know, Alandi, that he would not dare to hide the truth about this matter to his death.
Finally, the director said softly: "No matter how he died, it was an accident. I don't care how many times he was shot. Captain Naovi died of an accident. He died of...cerebral infarction! He had a very bad temper and was also old.
Yes, it is normal to die of cerebral infarction."
There was a loud bang, and the director suddenly moved the phone receiver away from his ear.
Alandi finally couldn't hold the phone anymore and dropped the phone on the table.
After hurriedly picking up the microphone, Alandi said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, Director, I'm afraid it can't be done..."
"No, what's not possible?"
"Captain Naoway died from a blunt force blow to the face. That is to say, he...he...he..."
Alandi started to stutter again.
The director asked in surprise: "His face was smashed?"
"I'm afraid... yes!"
There was a loud bang, and Alandi suddenly moved the microphone away from his ear.
The director threw the phone. He threw the encrypted phone angrily.
Soon, the director grabbed the phone again and roared: "What's going on! What's going on! Damn bastard, tell me what's going on!"
As we all know, the director of the CIA is a mascot and a bridge for the White House to control the CIA. However, whether the director can really manage things depends on whether the deputy director is willing to cooperate.
The deputy directors of the CIA are the technocrats and the ones who do practical things.
The director finally convinced Naovi to serve the country and be willing to leave front-line work and be promoted to deputy director.
It's rare for someone to be willing to devote himself to the overall interests of the United States, to break away from or even betray the CIA interest group, but he died.
A representative figure, a figure who could lever the iron plate of the CIA, died, and his face was smashed.
Alandi really didn't know what to say. He had become a damn bastard, so he couldn't keep the position of director of the Middle East Division that the director had forcibly arranged for him.
Damn it, Alandi just wanted to say that he didn't send Naovi to do anything.
But the questions that should be answered still need to be answered.
Alandi could only say in a trembling voice: "It was the action of some people from the National Intelligence Agency controlled by Sharman. Oh, it is very possible that a killer organization called Sky Garden was involved, no! It was Sky Garden who was involved... uh...
Plot...to kill...Captain Naoway."
"Pay attention to your wording! What does killing mean? Naovi, died in an accident! Died in a car accident!"
After roaring, the director gritted his teeth and said: "Bullshit killer organization, can the killer organization pose any threat to our Captain Naovi! Damn it! Watch your wording!"
"Director, if it is not a killer organization, it can only be the National Intelligence Agency. If it is the National Intelligence Agency, will it be... more troublesome?"
The director took a deep breath, and then he said feebly: "Naovi came back to get the Cross of Distinguished Intelligence Service. How could he die at the hands of a bullshit hanging garden? No, even if he died at the hands of a damn sky garden,
He cannot die in the hands of a killer organization, nor can he die in the hands of some bullshit intelligence bureau. He must die in an accident!"
"Yes, Director, I know how to write the report."
The director sighed feebly and said: "But we can't let it go like this, Sharman... National Intelligence Agency, I will be in charge of them, but that hanging garden, kill them! Don't let them live, let this name disappear,
Let everyone disappear, disappear!"
Alandi couldn't help but straighten his waist and said loudly: "Yes, let the sky garden disappear! I will deal with the matter immediately!"
The director was silent for a moment and said: "Now, write the report, make it reasonable, and the most important thing is to make it nice!"
Chapter completed!