New Jersey, United States
"Amanda, do you have to wake me up at this time?"
"A mistake?"
A woman's voice on the other end of the phone, "The scene was cleaned up very clean, and the body was gone, it should have been done by professionals."
"Okay, I get it, I'll handle it," Percy hung up from the bed. "There are really people nowadays who can't even do this little thing well."
Percy was in his fifties and had a little gray hair, but even when he was woken up late at night, there was no confusion in his two deep eyes.
He is the leader of an intelligence agency called "Organization". This agency should theoretically be a subordinate department of the CIA, but for some reasons, the commander and the CIA Kenshin are not aware of their existence.
Their main job is to solve the difficult problems that must not be involved with the formal departments, that is, they do dirty work.
Of course, in the long-term high-intensity work, the founder of Percy, the organization, is also the commander, and has developed some unknown ideas.
Percy walked to his study and turned on his computer, sent an email out, and then sat in a chair and sighed. After losing two top agents Nikita and Michael, the field work organized was really not very reassuring.
This time, his mistake lost millions of dollars in income.
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Casablanca, a three-story building on the west side of the harbor, has a very conspicuous logo on the exterior wall, which is a huge red and white umbrella pattern.
This is a PMC company that Xu Chuan currently runs, Umbrella's private tactical defense company, which provides special operations training, intelligence analysis, VIP and key target protection and other related businesses. Of course, they sometimes resell some arms to act as intermediaries.
"How is it? Have you found out who this person is?" Xu Chuan looked at the person in the photo. He was the idiot who was accidentally killed by him before.
"No need to check it. I entered his electronic files into the organization's system by myself." Seymour Berkhoff, who was operating the laptop, raised his head and said. Like Nikita, he was a technical director in the organization before, and also defected for various reasons.
"It was also my own training," Michael continued awkwardly, "I think their training is lazy, and they should be able to fire at least one shot." He is not only Nikita's current boyfriend, but also the woman's former instructor.
"Hey, man, how many killers have you trained? It's a pity that you don't do HR," Xu Chuan said speechlessly, and raised his hand to block the mineral water thrown by Michael.
"Okay, don't joke. I don't know if the purpose of the organization will have something to do with us." An Asian woman with long hair and big waves walked in from outside the door and said.
Xu Chuan looked at the woman walking in and curled his lips, "NIKI, to be honest, you really should be a Model, which has more prospects than being an agent."
"Shut up, you guy who makes trouble everywhere."
"What does it have to do with me? I just looked at him. Will you draw your gun because you were taken a look?" Xu Chuan said angrily, turning to Michael, "The people you trained are so nervous!"
"That might be the case. If you don't sleep late at night, you're not a normal person, no matter how you look at it," Burkhoff quipped, while Michael sat on the side and nodded in agreement.
Xu Chuan immediately made an international gesture to the two.
"You guys," Nikita was speechless
"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding." Xu Chuan took out a document from his bag and threw it on the table.
Waiting for a few people to look through, then said, "It's obvious that the killer's target is this reporter. I suspect, no, I'm sure this is Percy's private job."
"That's right, the situation at that time really did not conform to the organization's actions. There was no reserve plan or support, it was like a temporary action. The ridiculous thing was that the person who arrived at the scene was Jing Fang's person at the first time." Michael said with the photo taken by Xu Chuan.
"This is so strange. Is Percy so short of money now? How much money can I make by killing a reporter? 50,000 or 100,000?" Burkhoff said in confusion as he looked at the female reporter in the photo.
Xu Chuan took out a USB flash drive and threw it to Burkhoff, "I copied it in this reporter's computer." Burkhoff connected the USB flash drive to the computer and called up the files inside and displayed on the large screen on the wall.
"William Bosen, a senior director of the Green Valley Energy Company in Yemen, is responsible for mining, including uranium mines. The reporter suspected that William Bosen has been using his own channels to smuggle yellow cakes, so he has been investigating him. Of course, we all know that there are definitely more than yellow cakes that can be smuggled."
"Okay, this is not a job worth tens of thousands of yuan. How much it takes to get from 5 million yuan depends on your mood." Burkhoff whistled.
"This is not right. Now everyone knows that the civil war in Yemen has begun. Who will smuggle yellow cakes to Yemen at this time? Iran?" Nikita analyzed
“Iran’s path is not Yemen.”
"That's right, it's better to buy a batch of air defense missiles than this one. There's no risk, and it's easy to sell."
Xu Chuan knocked on the table, "Okay, these things are not the main point. If you are interested, you can continue to check it down."
Nikita continued, "You can check the source and transportation links of the yellow cakes first. I think you can ask Koko."
Xu Chuan said indifferently, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. I'm going to Yemen tomorrow."
The other three were stunned, "Why, there is a task?"
"Alassad, and even Zakayev, are very likely to be in Yemen. They must be doing big things," Xu Chuan said with a blank expression, "There is the most important thing, my aunt's family is in Yemen now."
Burkhoff remitted Yemeni intelligence, "That's so unfortunate. Do I want me to book a plane ticket for them?"
"No need, China may arrange for evacuation of overseas Chinese soon, and they should follow."
"Then what did you do in the past?"
"Because coincidentally, my aunt is also working in Green Valley Energy." Xu Chuan said helplessly, "and it's time to break up with Alassad."
The three of them looked at each other after hearing this, and Nikita asked seriously, "Do you need help?"
"Of course, all personnel's leave will be cancelled. I have asked them to go to Sana, the capital of Yemen to prepare for the Liu He team. After all the personnel arrive, I will go to Djibouti to wait for my notification."
"Everyone? Are you sure?"
"Well, okay, let's forget about Dongqin. She will have a month left to take the college entrance examination, so let her go to school well." Xu Chuan thought for a while and continued, "I just wanted to ask, Berkhoff, have you hacked the Pentagon website again?", pointing to the huge Japanese flag on the website.
"Oh, it's not me this time, maybe it was done by the Japanese, and the technique is quite clever."
"Believe me, I'm definitely not a Japanese," Xu Chuan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.
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While operating the computer, Burkhoff said, "It seems that Bell is planning to make a big deal this time."
"It seems yes, it's easy for these people to get together and mess up a small country." Michael looked through the intelligence documents on the table. "NIKI, I think I need to pay attention to Bell's mental state. His persistent attitude towards killing Alassad may affect his own judgment. I don't want to watch him destroy himself."
"That's right, so I won't listen to him this time. I have sent a message to Dongqin and asked her to come and see Bell. I think Dongqin will thank me for taking such things." Nikita smiled and raised the phone in her hand. "But this guy actually wants to use all the funds on the company's books this time. He doesn't want the company to go bankrupt, right?"
"I have different opinions on this matter," Burkhoff raised his head and looked at the two of them inquiring eyes. "Before he left, he said that after this mission, he could upgrade the information center, and do it completely according to my requirements, and maybe he could buy his own communication satellite. I have always believed in him in this regard."
"I can't. I've seen your damn upgrade plan. It actually requires a budget of 50 million. He will only agree if he is crazy." Michael looked suspicious.
"Hey, man, have you forgotten the company's first business? He snatched the Colombian drug lord's goods worth 20 million yuan, and then used these goods to pretend to be a seller and eat badly in Mexico, while pretending to be a special police to fight drug trafficking. Then the drug shipment price soared three times in the short term. You know that we paid nearly $10 million that time, but in the end we made at least 200 million yuan, and it was the net profit after washing it."
"Yes, I never thought I could do this before. He even shorted the Mexican stock market in the end. And in the end all the drugs fell in the Gulf of Mexico." Michael added with lingering fear.
"So, you see, I will never question him in making money from then on."
In Kentucky, USA, Bob Lee Swagg was enjoying the holiday with his girlfriend Sarah. A Labrador was circling around him, "Sam, are you hungry again?" He took out dog food from the cabinet and poured it into the food bowl. The phone on the table suddenly vibrated a few times. Swagg picked it up and read the message, grabbed his hair and turned around to the room.
"I'm sorry, I have a job and I need to leave for a while," Swag explained to his girlfriend while packing up his things.
"I know, I can read the ballistic chart to it." Sara looked at her boyfriend, holding a B-ultrasound photo in her hand, hesitating whether to tell him now.
Chapter completed!