The business of the coffee shop is very deserted, and Pamur still chose the table in the corner and ordered two cups of Blue Mountain coffee...

When Lincoln's sedan stopped on the street outside the store, Pamel straightened his tie and stabilized his a little excited mood. The deputy director of Operations decided to take action to tame the unruly New York federal senator with the "weapons" in his hand and turn Miles into a stepping stone on his way forward.

Myers walked into the coffee shop surrounded by bodyguards, and Pamel breathed smoothly.

In his eyes, Miles is not a political star who is nicknamed "Democratic Lion" and a high-ranking political star, but a docile kitten.

"I said we should meet less."

"Senator, I'll treat you to coffee today." Pamer was both excited and a little proud. After Miles sat down opposite him, he said: "Although this store does not sell authentic Blue Mountain coffee and is not as good as your taste, I promise you will like it."

After saying that, Pamur gestured to ask for help.

After picking up the coffee cup, Miles looked at Pamur in confusion. The abnormal behavior of the deputy director of the operation not only made the federal senator very disgusted, but also aroused his vigilance.

"It seems that your time is very precious. If it is inconvenient, we can find another time, but I'm not in a hurry."

"Pamer, what's the matter with you looking for me?" Miles put down the coffee cup. It really didn't taste very good, and it couldn't even compare to instant coffee.

Pamel smiled and shook his head, and glanced at the bodyguard behind Miles.

"You all go out. I want to talk to Mr. Pamel alone."

The two bodyguards glared and left the coffee shop unwillingly.

"We're the two of us now." Miles took out the cigar. "Just say anything."

Pamer took out an audio jammer, started it and placed it on the desktop. Miles frowned slightly and lit the cigar quietly.

"On the day when India and Pakistan started the war, the Indian nuclear submarine "Destroyer" was sunk in the Bay of Bengal. Do you know?"

Miles hesitated for a moment, then nodded. India did not announce the news that the "Destroyer" nuclear submarine was sunk. There were no related reports from the outside world. However, for "industry insiders" like Miles, it is not news, let alone a secret.

"Also, India's two aircraft carriers were also sunk by submarines."

Myers nodded again. This was news of public reports and there was no secret.

"We all know that this is definitely not done by Pakistan." Pamer paused for a moment. "When the Indian aircraft carrier was attacked, one of our submarines was nearby and a special noise was recorded. I have sufficient reason to believe that the sinking of the "Destroyer" and the two aircraft carriers was a submarine, and it was a Chinese submarine."

"China?" Myers was not very surprised.

"A fully electric submarine." Pamer smiled coldly, "Wesley is responsible for the relevant investigation, and Wesley is directly responsible to the president."

Myers' brows jumped a few times, creating a bad premonition.

"We all know that China has the most advanced composite battery and superconducting motor technology in the world. There is no doubt that those who are put into the civilian market are all low-end models. The most advanced composite battery and superconducting motor opportunities are first used in the military field, such as building submarines."

"Wesley is looking for evidence?"

"It's not just evidence." Pamer has been observing Miles's expression changes.

"What does it mean?" Myers' face suddenly became gloomy.

"Do you know the purpose of Wesley sending Beckett to India?"

Myers was secretly shocked and immediately looked at Pamur.

"Composite batteries and superconducting motors can not only be used on cars and submarines." Pamer no longer keeps it a secret, "Wesley believes that there are similar equipment on Chinese fighter jets."

Myers nodded, indicating that he understood Pamel's meaning. "China will not easily let military-grade composite batteries and superconducting motors fall into Beckett's hands, right?"

"It is true. China sent special forces to blow up the wreckage of fighter jets that landed in India."

Myers' brows jumped a few times, and it was really not good.

"Beckett was half a beat slower in the previous few times. However, in the battle that had just ended, the Chinese special forces were busy rescuing the pilots and failed to blow up all the wreckage of the J-10 fighter. At least one J-10 fighter landed in India was found by Major Beckett."

“That is,…”

"That is to say, Major Beckett will bring military-grade composite batteries and superconducting motors back to the United States within twenty hours." Pamer smiled coldly and said, "If Wesley's judgment is not wrong, military products adopt an open architecture, which can not only be copied through reverse engineering, but also conduct structural analysis."

Myers' right hand holding a cigar trembled slightly.

"I don't need to remind you what will happen next, right?"

Looking at Pamer who was complacent, Miles picked up the cigar and took a deep breath.

Composite batteries and superconducting motors not only change the world pattern, but also affect everyone's life. In order to monopolize the market and protect cutting-edge technology, "Longxiang New Energy Company" has launched a very advanced closed architecture. The first release of the text version is not only unable to pass reverse engineering imitation, but also unable to understand the internal structure. After disassembly, both will be damaged. Even if the scanning is performed with X-ray machines, ultrasonic instruments and other equipment, it will also cause the internal structure to be damaged and become a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.

If the military model Beckett found adopts an open architecture, it will be a great news for the United States.

However, for Miles, it was the biggest bad news.

Japeer will definitely use this to threaten arms groups, energy groups, and even all interest groups in the United States, so that the presidential candidate he supports will enter the White House in two years. The political forces represented by Miles will be abandoned by major interest groups, and the senator will lose the opportunity to win the presidency again.

"Pamer, I've never read you wrong." Miles quickly calmed down. "This information is indeed very important. I'll treat you to coffee when I have time."

As Miles got up, Pammer said: "Senator, don't you think it's too hasty to leave now?"

Myers hesitated for a moment and sat down again.

"Wesley had long suspected that someone inside CIA had leaked information, so he arranged the delivery work personally. If I was not wrong, you shouldn't know the delivery route yet?"

Miles immediately guessed Pamel's idea. "I promised that in two years, you will be Director Cia. The premise is that you have to help me enter the White House."

"I believe in your reputation. It's just..." Pamer smiled faintly, "I think the chips you have now are not enough to make me decide."

"Is that true?" Miles also laughed, "What kind of chips do you need? Money? Make a price."

"Your Excellency, do you think I really need money?" Pamer shook his head, "In addition to what was mentioned earlier, I want to enter the decision-making circle."

Myers' brows jumped a few times.

"Of course, you can also refuse my request." Pamur glanced at the watch, "but I believe that you cannot obtain exact information and take action in twenty hours through other channels."

"Yes, I need your intelligence. We have been underestimating your value and should have invited you to be a member of the decision-making group." Myers no longer hesitated, "At 2 pm, Long Island Gnetneck Manor, I personally invite you to join the decision-making group."

"Two o'clock in the afternoon?"

“Yes, we don’t like latecomers.”

Pamel nodded with a smile and placed an electronic storage on the table. "Everything you need is inside, it's still time to take action. I will arrive on time and prepare a generous gift for everyone."

"That would be great. I believe everyone will welcome a new member with strong strength."

Pamer left two bills and left the coffee shop, and Miles did not rush to go out with him.

After the deputy director of CIA Operations left, the senator picked up the electronic storage and stood up and left the coffee shop.

After getting in the car, Miles took out his handheld computer and read out the information in the electronic storage.

After reading it, the Senator breathed a sigh of relief. After pondering for a while, he said to the bodyguard next to him: "Logan, you should take a team of people immediately and take my private plane to India. In any case, you can't let Becket bring the cargo back. If you can grab it, it would be better."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down." The bodyguard, who was as strong as a cow, smiled coldly, with a hint of murderous aura in his eyes.

On the other end of the earth, Major Beckett's right eyelid twitched a few times as he walked out of the tent where the wounded were placed.

When they encountered those Chinese people, Beckett knew that they had met Chinese special forces. In order not to let the Chinese special forces blow up the key equipment on the J-10 fighter, Beckett deliberately bluffed and sent people to pursue. Taking this opportunity, the major personally led more than a dozen team members to remove the equipment on the wreckage of the fighter and transported it back to the Indian military camp north of Hoshiapur. After learning that the Chinese special forces had killed two team members and injured one team member with a thunder, Major Beckett immediately ordered the remaining team members to stop chasing and sent a helicopter to pick them up.

After looking at the sky, Major Beckett breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the sake of confidentiality, the major really wanted to leave India immediately. China must have known that the wreckage of a J-10 fighter jet had not been blown up, and soon it would be discovered that a key equipment had fallen into the hands of the enemy and then take action.

It's okay during the day, but the thousands of Indian officers and soldiers stationed in the periphery camps are enough to deter any special forces.

It's hard to say at night. If it were absolutely necessary, Beckett would not want to fight with the Chinese special forces.

After going to the barracks next to check the strange equipment, Major Beckett patrolled the entire camp, adjusted the defense deployment, and arranged night patrol work. In the afternoon, he cheered up all the team members.

After dinner, Major Beckett changed into a field uniform and put on an assault rifle.

This night will definitely not be calm.

damn it*

It will be released on October 1st, and I request monthly tickets for October and beg for recommendations and collections!

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Chapter completed!