Chapter 194 Generous Reward

Chapter 194 Generous Reward

Chapter 194 Generous Reward
Saudi Arabia and Iraq were shocked by Saudi Arabia's sudden visit to Iraq.
The sudden visit of Sharman to Iraq has caused concern in the US and anger in the CIA.
What does Abdullah mean to Saudi Arabia that he would come with the whole country's strength as a formal diplomatic gesture?
It should be noted that this was the first time that Shahman visited a foreign country, but he disregarded diplomatic etiquette and made a sudden visit with a small entourage when he had not yet taken charge of the overall situation and his foundation was unstable.
At best, this is bravery; at worst, this is recklessness.
Is it that Sharman is just trying to show his attitude to the United States and his determination not to be manipulated and controlled by the United States?
No one can guess what Sharman is thinking.
Because no one would believe that Shaman's visit was just to rescue people.
In order to get some people out of the green zone that was like an iron barrel, Shaman personally showed up.

Today, in this situation, Shaman wants to say something.

"You are right. Only a fearless general is worthy of having fearless soldiers! I understand why you have such an honest and brave subordinate like Feng!"

Shaman was speaking from the heart.

If there really is a hero appreciating another hero in this world, it is now, between Shaman and Gao Yi in front of him.

I used to think that Feng's words were extremely caring, but now I realize that this... this person whose name I don't even know, can also speak so caringly.

There were people who worked hard and there were loyal people under Shaman, but there had never been anyone as capable and thoughtful as the one in front of him.

Shaman couldn't help but stretched out his hands. He didn't shake hands. He grabbed Gao Yi's shoulders with both hands and said sincerely: "You, join the National Intelligence Agency!"

Shaman was really attracted by the talent. Even though he didn't know the name of the person in front of him, he wanted to entrust him with an important task.

Abdullah has limited abilities, but he is loyal, so it is perfect for him to be the director of the National Intelligence Agency.

But the National Intelligence Agency really needs people who can do the job. Even though they are two foreigners, their origins are unknown, and their families are humble, it doesn't matter. As long as they can do the job, it will be fine. And even better if they can do it well.

"Your Highness! I am grateful for your appreciation of me. It is my greatest honor to receive your recognition!"

There is no point in being worshipped by slaves, just as a person would not feel admired by an ant.

A hero only needs respect from the strong.

Shaman was excited. He was proud of himself for having a keen eye for talent and proud of himself for recruiting talent without any restrictions.

But just as Shaman was excited, he heard something completely unexpected again.

"But Your Highness, I'm afraid I can't join the National Intelligence Agency!"

Shaman was stunned and asked in surprise: "Why?"

"Your Highness, my identity is too complicated. If I join the National Intelligence Agency, it will bring some unnecessary troubles to Your Highness. For example, I have a deep relationship with the Defense Secret Operations Agency, and we have close contacts. If I join the National Intelligence Agency, will it send a signal to the outside world that the National Intelligence Agency has changed from the back garden of the CIA to a cooperative unit of the Secret Operations Agency?"

Shaman was shocked.

"Your Highness, I am impressed by your charisma. So although there are some things I shouldn't say, I have to say them now. Please judge for yourself whether they make sense or not. The CIA is American, and the Secret Operations Bureau is also American, but the National Intelligence Agency can only be yours. It must be yours!"

This truth is very simple, very easy. Shaman certainly knows it, but no one has ever mentioned it to him, and no one has ever really taken this extremely obvious truth seriously.

Everyone thinks that the National Intelligence Agency should be a vassal of the CIA, everyone, including his own father, all the important officials, and even the people above and below him in the National Intelligence Agency.

No one thinks there is anything wrong with a country's highest intelligence agency being a vassal of another country, and no one tries to change this situation.

But now, it was a former enemy, a person who had held him hostage, who spoke out.

Shaman felt a little heavy-hearted and couldn't help but nodded.

"Your Highness, you want to clean up the National Intelligence Agency, but you can't drive out the wolf from the front door and let the lion in through the back door. Your Highness, the Secret Service is the intelligence agency of the Pentagon. If we really want to talk about the harm, the Pentagon is more harmful than the CIA!"

Shaman sighed softly.

"Your Highness, just for this reason, I cannot join the National Intelligence Agency, because this behavior sends a signal to everyone in the National Intelligence Agency and to the whole world. What do you think?"

Yes, we cannot drive out the CIA and put it in the Pentagon, because that would make others think that Sharman has just changed his collaborator, but in the end he is still a puppet influenced and controlled by others.

Shaman doesn't do this kind of thing, so people he admires can't join the National Intelligence Agency.

What a pity. What a shame.

Shaman sighed and said, "Yes, you are right, but I would be sorry if a talent like you could not help me."

"It is my honor to work for His Royal Highness, and it is also an honor for all of us at Sky Garden. However, why do we have to join the National Intelligence Agency to help His Royal Highness? All we need is a call from His Royal Highness, and we will serve you wholeheartedly. After all, we are a killer organization."

A killer organization?
Shaman frowned and said, "A killer organization? Just killers? You don't look like killers to me."

"Your Highness, it doesn't matter whether it looks like the real thing or not. What matters is the result."

"I think you guys are more like...hmm."

Shaman was confused. What did the sky garden look like?

It doesn't seem like anything. Assassins, how can they use cannons to shoot CIA assassins in the street? As for agents, I haven't heard of any agents on the dark web. As for mercenaries, they don't even carry guns, so how can they be mercenaries?

But they work harder than the National Intelligence Agency. Looking at their entire operation, the intelligence work is very thorough. They have intelligence that the National Intelligence Agency does not have. But up to now, this Sky Garden does not look like someone from the Secret Operations Agency.

If he was really a member of the Secret Operations Bureau, how could he give up the opportunity to join the National Intelligence Agency?

The Sky Garden is a Sky Garden, unique and I can’t think of any similar template.

Sharman was puzzled, and finally he could only say: "I think you are more like an action team, a full-featured action team that combines assassination, intelligence acquisition and special operations. The CIA's special operations team is no more than this. Oh, Naowei was killed by you."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness. It's not wrong to say that we are an action team. Your Highness, we cannot join the National Intelligence Agency, but we can work for you, and our fees are not high... Please allow me to introduce our financial director, who can give you a complete price list, a..."

Why are we talking about money?

That’s right, these wild and powerful teams are basically formed to make money.

This is also good. A wild action team without any national background, ruthless and tough, but sweet-talking, is perfect if used in this way.

"Your Highness, this is our financial director. He is responsible for all our financial matters. If you think our performance is good, he can tell you about our fees..."

It’s so annoying, why are we talking about money?

What is money? Money is nothing. How can his appreciation for a person be measured by money?
Shaman waved his hand. He thought about it and realized that since this matter started with Khaled, it had to end with Khaled.

Shaman would not think about one thing for too long, although Khaled's case was not a trivial matter and was a very representative incident, the outcome of which affected the choices of many people.

But Shaman still decided to give the person he admired so much the proper reward.

"What is your relationship with Khaled? How much money did he give you?"

"Khaled and I... Your Highness, we are friends. I call him Big Brother. Our team was formed not long ago and is not well-known, but Khaled has given us the greatest respect, so I gave him rewards to the best of my ability. He didn't give me any money."

Shaman was extremely shocked. He thought for a moment and asked again: "So what did he give in return?"

“I believe there will be rewards, but he seems to have nothing left… Your Highness, Khaled will never dare to go against you. He really doesn’t dare to oppose you anymore.”

Shaman was deeply moved. He said in a deep voice, "This time, Khaled's son played a big role? I can't remember his son's name clearly."

"Your Highness, his son is still young and has not played a big role, but his son admires you very much..."

Shaman smiled because he saw through the other's worry.

"Are you afraid that I will do something bad to Khaled's son, so you dare not even say his name? Would it be difficult for me to find out what his son's name is?"

"Your Highness! That is absolutely not what I meant. How could a lion consider a hyena cub a threat?"

Shaman couldn't help laughing, and then he couldn't help but say, "Don't you know that lions really bite hyena cubs to death?"

Seeing the person he admired so much showing an embarrassed look, Shaman suddenly felt relaxed, happy, and more trusting.

Shaman couldn't bear to see the person he admired continue to be embarrassed, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, I understand. Now I have decided that Khaled must leave Saudi Arabia. This is the overall situation. I can't let him stay. This will give many people unnecessary hope. In addition, his family business must be nationalized."

"Yes, I know... As long as he can live safely, that's enough."

Shaman said seriously, "Three years. Tell Khaled that he can wait in Abu Dhabi for three years. After three years, he can return home. Then, I will give him 49% of the shares of the family business."

"What? Really! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not questioning His Royal Highness's words, I'm just too excited. I want to thank His Royal Highness for his generosity on behalf of Khaled. I, I thank..."

Shaman enjoyed the gratitude from the warriors, so he continued: "All import and export trade of Khaled's company must go through a third party. This third-party company must be yours, and the term is permanent. I said so."

There was nothing to say this time. Shaman looked at the other person's face which was distorted by extreme surprise and couldn't help but smile and said, "Also, Khaled's son..."

"Muhan, his name is Muhan!"

"Muhan, Khaled's company shares must be passed on to Muhan for inheritance. All other sons do not have the right of inheritance. This is my reward to Muhan. Are you satisfied?"

All those who have made contributions will be rewarded generously.

As for money.

What is money?
(End of this chapter)