Chapter 192: Write well
Chapter 192 Write it better
Middle East Strategic Studies Office.
Although there is a strategic sign hanging on it, the office is very small.
The CIA does not have clearly marked offices around the world. It would be a joke if they did, because the United States will not acknowledge the CIA's presence in any country.
Therefore, this so-called Middle East Strategic Research Office was originally the headquarters of the CIA's Middle East Office.
As a civilian intelligence officer, Alandi has an absolutely good figure. His muscles cannot be concealed even by a white shirt, his teeth are neat, his clothes are decent, and he looks like a successful person. Not only can he easily win the hearts of the opposite sex, but he can also be envied by the same sex.
No matter what the situation, Alandi always looks calm and serious.
Even though the CIA suffered a rare humiliation when the White House and the Pentagon sent a so-called investigation team that even tried to search his office, Alandi did not show any anger.
If you can’t get it on the battlefield, don’t expect to get it at the negotiating table.
Similarly, how could the Pentagon possibly get someone out from the CIA prison if they couldn't get him?
What happened to Salman? Since Salman refused to give face to the CIA, he even tried to forcibly take Abdullah back.
The CIA clearly gave Shaman the opportunity to kneel down and give money, but Shaman refused. How could this be possible?
So, Alandi taught Sharman a small lesson.
Using a very simple strategy and an extremely simple method, just put Abdullah in the trunk of a car, in the trunk of the car that an Iraqi translator drove to work every day, and then send it to the hands of Salman's opponents.
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.
Sending out a team of more than 20 people to confuse Sandman's vision is secondary. The more important purpose is to stimulate Sandman, make him irritable, make him angry, make him unable to help but attack, and make him unable to help but snatch people.
So what if Shaman found the Pentagon? So 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 made the situation serious and escalated the situation.
Because Naowi, who was just staying and passing through, was also in Baghdad.
Naowei had never suffered such humiliation before. The most important thing was that among the six people who died was Naowei’s former subordinate, now the captain of the Middle East operations team.
I was wondering how Shaman dared to do that. Even if Shaman dared, how could the Defense Secret Operations Agency dare to cooperate with him?
Naowei's rank is not as high as Alandi's, because the Middle East Department is a big department, and Naowei is just the captain of an action team.
But Naowei's rank is not particularly high, but he is too old and his prestige is too high.
When Naowei angrily volunteered, Alandi was too embarrassed to refuse.
Of course, Alandi didn't want to refuse.
The result is loss of control.
Everything is out of control.
Naowei is dead.
Naowei, who had carried out countless major missions and brought out countless important figures, died just like that. Naowei, who was reckless yet calm, rough yet meticulous, proud yet humble, the collection of contradictions, who would always be the captain as long as he refused to retire, died.
When Alandi first received the news, he 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 is unable to obtain any valuable intelligence. What they are best at is buying, not selling.
But when five people from the National Intelligence Agency delivered the same information in a short period of time, and delivered the same information with full assurance and extreme confidence, Alandi could no longer sit still.
So Alandi sent Naowei's direct subordinates to confirm the news.
If Naowei had not died, then these people would have gone to protect Naowei.
If Naowei was really dead, then these people were going to avenge Naowei.
Then things collapsed and exploded.
Naowei is dead, and all the special operations team led by Naowei are killed.
When the call for help came, Alandi really didn't know who to send.
The special operations team is the CIA's strongest force. Now that the special operations team is not working, who else can he send?
Send troops?
As we all know, the CIA can only get cooperation and assistance from the military, and they do not have any power to mobilize the military.
Since we cannot send troops, we can only put pressure on the Iraqi side and ask them to quickly dispatch the Green Zone garrison troops to provide support.
But it was too late, everything was over.
How did it become like this?
How could it become like this?
What went wrong? What went wrong?
Alandi's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and his heart began to tremble as well. As a chain reaction, his voice began to tremble as well.
"Are you... are 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 Commander Naowei was found at the scene. His cause of death was a blunt object hitting his face..."
"Are...are...are...you...really...sure?"
"I'm sure... the NIA tried to set the fire, but they didn't have time. Commander Naowei's body is being brought in. He was hit by three blunt force traumas, to the hand, hip, and face. The severe blow to the face was the primary cause of death."
"I...I...I didn't...ask you...the cause of death!"
Alandi swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "I...you...get out!" The subordinate quietly stepped back and closed the door of the Middle East Strategic Research Room.
Alandi, who had just been disdainful of dealing with the investigation team, slumped down on a chair.
My mind is in a mess, as if it had been hit by a hammer.
Why is my mind so confused? It makes my head hurt.
Alandi covered his forehead with his hands. After being stunned for at least two minutes, he finally picked up the phone and dialed a number with trembling fingers.
"Sir, I have to report to you some unfortunate news. Captain Naowei is dead!"
When he said the word "dead", Alandi seemed to have finally put down the burden on his shoulders. He had to say this word decisively, so much so that he didn't even care whether it was inappropriate to say "dead" directly.
If he hesitated for a moment to choose a nice word, Alandi would be afraid that he would not dare to say the word.
"What? Who? Naowei? Dead? Who's dead? Organize your words. What are you talking about?"
"Mr. Director, Captain Naowei is dead. He just died in a conflict with the National Intelligence Agency."
"Uh, are you sure?"
"I'm sorry, Chief, I'm afraid I'm sure of that."
"Did you see the body?"
"Not yet, but it's coming soon."
Silence, dead silence.
Naowei died, but it was not just Naowei who died. He was also the highest-ranking official in the CIA to die abnormally in more than 60 years.
Of course, "unnatural death" is a nice way of saying it. A more direct way of saying it is that he died in battle.
Lan Adi's hands holding the microphone began to tremble uncontrollably, because the longer the director remained silent, the bleaker his future would become.
Although the director doesn't know why Naowei died yet, he will find out soon. Alandi, he would never dare to hide the truth about this matter even if he dies.
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 Naowei died of an accident. He died of... a cerebral infarction! He had a bad temper and was old. It's normal for him to die of a cerebral infarction."
With a loud bang, the director suddenly moved the phone receiver away from his ear.
Alandi finally couldn't hold the phone anymore and his receiver fell on the table.
Picking up the microphone in a panic, Alandi said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, Chief, I'm afraid that's not possible..."
"No, what's wrong?"
"Captain Naowei died from blunt force trauma to the face, which means he...he...he..."
Alandi began to stutter again.
The director was surprised and asked, "His face was smashed?"
"I'm afraid... yes!"
With a loud bang, Alandi suddenly moved the microphone away from his ear.
The director slammed the phone. He slammed the encrypted phone in anger.
Soon, the director picked up the phone again and yelled, "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 take charge depends on whether the deputy director is willing to cooperate.
The deputy directors of the CIA are the technocrats and the people who get things done.
The director finally persuaded Naowei to serve the country and was willing to leave his front-line work and be promoted to deputy director.
It is rare to find someone willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good of the United States, willing to leave or even betray the CIA interest group, but he died.
A representative figure, a person who could pry open the iron wall 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 Department that the director had forced upon him.
Damn it, Alandi just wanted to say that he didn't send Naowei to do anything.
But the questions that need to be answered still need to be answered.
Alandi could only tremble and say, "It was a group of people from the National Intelligence Agency controlled by Shaman who did it. Oh, it's very likely that a killer organization called Sky Garden was involved. No! Sky Garden was involved in... uh... the conspiracy... to murder... Captain Naowei."
"Watch your wording! What do you mean by murder? Naowei, died in an accident! Died in a car accident!"
After roaring, the director gnashed his teeth and said, "What a bullshit killer organization! Can the killer organization pose any threat to our Captain Naowei? Damn it! Watch your words!"
"Director, if it's not a killer organization, then it can only be the National Intelligence Agency. If it's the National Intelligence Agency, will it be... more troublesome?"
The director took a deep breath, and then he said weakly: "Naowei came back to receive the Cross Medal for Excellent Intelligence Work. How could he die at the hands of a damn Sky Garden? No, even if he died at the hands of a damn assassin organization, he couldn't die at the hands of some damn intelligence agency. He must die in an accident!"
"Yes, Chief, I know what the report is about."
The director sighed weakly and said, "But we can't just let it go like this, Shaman... I'll be in charge of the National Intelligence Agency, but as for that Sky Garden, get rid of them! Don't let them live, make this name disappear, make everyone, disappear, disappear!"
Alandi couldn't help but straighten his back and shouted, "Yes, make the Sky Garden disappear! I will take care of it right away!"
The director was silent for a moment, then said, "Now, write the report. Make it reasonable, and most importantly, make it look good!"
(End of this chapter)