Chapter 298 Infighting

Chapter 298 Infighting

Chapter 298 Infighting
If someone wants to get in the water, there's no need to pull them in at all.

If someone wants to exchange status for money, what can I say? It’s just a matter of whether they want it or not.

Americans are always direct in doing things. They don't know how to be euphemistic or roundabout. They just want to be quick and efficient.

The boss has made it so clear that one can understand the elegant meaning by just listening to the music. Why is Jolson still being so pretentious?

"I see that truck drivers are rich."

Crawford smiled for me and said, "With Saudi Arabia behind them, it would be strange if they didn't have money."

Since Crawford looks like Denzel Washington, it means that he has a very serious, righteous and upright appearance. He usually has a stern face and looks very serious.

But today Crawford has torn off all his disguises. His smile now damages his image because it looks a little vulgar.

Jolson thought for a moment and said, "Yes, it would be strange if there was no money. Sir, I can tell you directly now that the truck driver had nowhere to escape in Tripoli. I asked them to find Khalid's armed forces. Then, the truck driver gave Khalid a lot of money and promised a lot of benefits. If not for this, Khalid's armed forces would not have helped the truck driver at all costs."

Crawford said calmly, "You are very capable, but you didn't put yourself in the right position before. Yes, at that time, you and I both wanted to make greater progress in our careers. But now, I want to know, even if the truck driver is really rich, where does our money come from? Do we rely on catching him, collecting the ransom and then releasing him?"

The question is, if a senior CIA official wants to make money, how can he make money?

If Crawford has to worry about this kind of thing, then what is the point of Jolson?
Relying on selling intelligence is too low-end and the consequences are extremely serious. Once discovered, it would be considered treason. The most important thing is that you won't get much money.

What can satisfy Crawford is a low risk with a high return, either a one-time profit or a long-term and substantial return.

Jolson whispered, "Sir, what are the ways to make money in Libya?"

Crawford frowned and asked, "Are you asking me?"

No leader likes his subordinates to ask questions back, but Joelson said calmly: "Sir, we have different perspectives and different information. There are many ways to make money that I don't know at all."

Crawford sighed and said, "Oil, but the oil has been divided up by the Pentagon and the oil and gas giants. The rest is just some small money. Libya is all desert and the population is not large. Overall, there is no special way to make money."

Jolson immediately said, "Let's not touch the oil, sir. What do you think about joining forces with the Pentagon, the French, and the Khalid Armed Forces to take over the entire Libyan arms market?"

Crawford frowned.

Jolson said: "Since the truck drivers have such a good relationship with France, can we also gradually take over the arms markets of several countries surrounding Libya?"

While Crawford was still thinking, Jolson whispered, "I've been in Libya for a few months, and I know they lack everything. We don't seek to control the whole of Libya, but it's always okay to get involved in Libya's business. The most important thing is that truck drivers have such good resources, they can do things that are inconvenient for us to do, so we don't have to focus on Libya. As long as we can build a bridge through truck drivers, we can do business with Saudi Arabia."

Crawford finally smiled, then he exhaled and said, "But someone needs to talk to the truck driver and get him to agree to cooperate, so what is our value?"

Jolson originally wanted to make up an excuse. He wanted to find a reason why Crawford could make a deal with Gao Yi, but when he saw Crawford's half-smile, he suddenly had an idea.

"Sir, I haven't thought about it yet..."

Crawford laughed, and then he whispered, "Until now, everyone has said that there is a mole in the CIA. Because of the mole, Captain Naowei died, because of the mole, Abdullah of the National Intelligence Agency was rescued, because of the mole, the operation to capture the truck driver failed, and because of the mole, Freedom Wind suffered heavy losses. But I tell you, there is actually no mole."

When Qiao Ersen heard this, he was shocked and asked, "There is no traitor?"

"It's just an excuse to cover up one's own incompetence. It looks like there is a mole inside. In the end, it looks like there is a mole inside, but the fact is that everyone can only find a non-existent mole to shirk responsibility."

Crawford finished speaking, then he smiled and said, "But if the truck driver is willing to cooperate, we can be the insider."

Jolson sat up suddenly in shock. He stared at Crawford in a daze and said in a trembling voice, "The term 'traitor'... is not a good one."

"Nothing bad."

Crawford exhaled slowly and said, "You only need to remember one thing. If someone wants to catch the truck driver, then there must be someone who doesn't want to catch the truck driver. The existence of the truck driver has embarrassed many people in the CIA, but if someone is embarrassed, others will be happy. Do you understand?"

Jolson understood this, but he didn't expect that the existence of the Sky Garden had brought shame to the entire CIA, and even at this point, there were still people who wanted to use the truck driver to fight against dissidents. What is internal fighting? This is called internal fighting!

Looking at Jolson's surprised expression, Crawford suddenly regained his serious expression and asked, "Do you understand or not?"

“I understand. Even if I didn’t understand it before, I understand it now.”

Crawford nodded and continued, "Why are you okay? It's not because you behaved well and can avoid subsequent scrutiny, but because someone wants to use us."

Use us, not you, and not me.

This word is so crucial.

Jolson's mind was a little confused, but he immediately nodded and said, "This is a good thing."

"You only need to know one thing, Freedom Wind is a freak, the CIA shouldn't have such a freak, some people don't like Freedom Wind, if the truck driver can really kill Freedom Wind, it may not be a bad thing for the CIA."

Jolson nodded.

Crawford exhaled and said, "You need to contact the truck driver and give him the information about Free Wind. It would be best if he could turn around and kill Free Wind."

Jolson couldn't help but look at the closed door again.

Crawford said impatiently, "There are at least four people guarding outside, and all the eavesdropping devices and cameras here have been turned off. Since I'm telling you this, I'm naturally not afraid of being overheard."

"Okay, sir, any specific information? I saw Free Wind's Foehn before I was put on the plane, but I only saw him. The other thing is that I know that Hurricane and Tornado died. That's all I know."

Crawford said in a deep voice: "The code name Free Wind is kept extremely confidential. No one knows Free Wind's specific situation except the director and the deputy director in charge. The news we know now is also when Free Wind reports his achievements after completing tasks excellently many times, and even exceeding the task targets many times."

Jolson listened attentively, while Crawford continued, "Now we know that Free Wind has a total of six code names, namely Breeze, Monsoon, Hurricane, Tornado, and Foehn. Breeze is the leader of all of them, so Breeze should be the code name of one person, and Hurricane appears many times on the list of group merits, so Hurricane should be the code name of a team. Tornado is an individual who was specially transferred to Free Wind because of his extremely outstanding personal combat ability. Foehn should be good at interrogation and intelligence analysis."

Jolson looked at Crawford eagerly, but Crawford nodded and said, "That's all for now, but if we can confirm cooperation with the truck driver, we will provide more specific information."

Jolson swallowed and whispered, "These are the five winds, sir. You said there were six code names."

"There is one more I don't know."

Crawford finished speaking with a straight face, and whispered, "If the truck driver hadn't killed the hurricane and the tornado head-on, he wouldn't have been chosen as a weapon against the Free Wind. Because, anyone who can kill the tornado head-on is worthy of being chosen by everyone, because high-end military power is still scarce, very scarce."

Jolson nodded and said, "I can't contact the truck driver for the time being. Besides... sir, if I want to quickly build mutual trust and establish a cooperative relationship with the truck driver, I'd better go to Libya."

"No, I won't go to Libya. It will attract too much attention. Only crazy people will go to Libya."

Reaching out his hand, he placed it on Jolson's leg, pressed it gently, and then whispered, "If we must be the insider, we must maximize our value instead of just satisfying the small interests in front of us. We must determine where it is beneficial to go before deciding where to go. Or, in my opinion, you can be a free man."

"What do you mean by free men?"

“The role of regional coordinator, running around everywhere.”

Jolson nodded. Crawford looked at his watch and said, "Free Wind has been searching in Libya for twelve days. There has been no progress so far. There is no doubt that their operation has failed, and they have completely lost all traces of the truck driver. So you don't have to wait too long. Once you recover, you can start your new job."

Crawford did not say the specific content of the new job, but there is no need to say it. Jolson's job is very simple, which is to establish connections with truck drivers and make sure that truck drivers can give enough benefits before real cooperation can begin.

Joelson couldn't help but ask, "Sir, give me a bottom line. What is the minimum amount I can get each year?"

Crawford thought about it for a moment. He might not have thought about this question before, so he hesitated a little.

Finally, Crawford said seriously, "Ten million, or at least three million dollars a year in revenue. The risk is so great, it can't be too little."

(End of this chapter)