West Coast of the United States of America, Seattle International Airport. [High quality update]
Ida Jones was wearing big sunglasses, sitting in the terminal waiting for her plane. Rambalal, who had just completed the security check, slowly walked over carrying his bag.
"It's not sunny, why are you wearing glasses?" Lamba sat down next to Ada.
Ada just smiled, put away her sunglasses, crossed her beautiful legs, and lay half on her seat. She looked up at the big boarding information screen behind her: "Lamba, what do you think about this?" What do you think?"
"What you mean..." Rambalal understood and put his handbag on the ground: "I'm not optimistic. Untr is not that simple, and K is not that easy to be fooled. Moreover, the risk we take is too great. You Both of us know that our government did not detonate this nuclear bomb."
This fishing operation was carried out by Ida Jones and Rambalal in conspiracy with Obama. Obama's autograph on the document was the beginning of this operation.
Lamba and Ada believe deeply in their country. Of course, even if the US government really wants to plot to detonate a nuclear bomb in London, if the CIA does not do the preliminary confidentiality work, nuclear bomb delivery work, and investigation work, what organization can do it? What to do? Even if Ada and Lamba were not exposed to things on this level, they should have received the news a long time ago. They could not have been called to the White House to participate in the investigation on the night of the nuclear explosion.
Obviously, Obama had no prior knowledge.
"Yeah..." Ada turned around, put her feet on the ground, put her arms on her legs, supported her chin, and whispered softly: "Reveal this document to the bottom of CIA in an unintentional manner. Everyone, then the spies that UNTR planted inside us can be dug out. The people from UNTR will definitely spare no effort to continue investigating this matter, and even try to get a copy of this document. Who wants to reach out and touch this thing? As long as the traitor does a little investigation, then he must be a spy of UNTR." Ada's expression became serious, her brows furrowed, not caring at all about the announcement that their plane was about to take off.
"What I'm worried about is that even our own people who have no problems may take actions that are detrimental to us after seeing this document."
Lamba nodded: "You mean, if there is only one person at the bottom of the CIA who believes that justice is greater than the national interest, then this matter..."
"It can't be covered up, it absolutely can't be covered up. As long as such a person appears and reveals this news, then UNTR will know that we have shown this document to all the lower-level personnel. The fishing plan has completely failed, and the US government will also Facing the most serious crisis of trust, we will have to admit that we are using the London nuclear explosion to deal with UNTR." Ada's speaking speed gradually became faster, and her voice became deeper with deep worry.
Using the UK's national crisis to plot against UNTR, ignoring the truth, just to dig out UNTR's spies inside the CIA, is of course nothing to the United States, but for its ally Britain and the British people, what will they think? Woolen cloth.
"No way, this is not something we can consider. This is the intention of Mr. President. He seems to particularly trust the intelligence agents at the bottom of the CIA." Lamba patted Ada on the shoulder: "Don't think about these things anymore, at least in the future. At present, it seems that our own people have not revealed the news. I am afraid that the spies placed inside us by Untr should have told K the news."
Ada shook her head and stood up, putting on the sunglasses that did not match her petite and handsome face. She looked like a star hiding her identity: "Correction, it's not our people who haven't revealed this yet. News, but they are struggling in their hearts, and they are considering whether the truth and the lives of the victims are more precious, or our national interests are more precious."
"This is indeed a difficult question to answer!" Lamba looked at Ada, stood up, took out his boarding pass, and walked towards the boarding area. Before walking away, he stood still and stood still. Ada whispered: "If it were you, how would you choose?"
Ada chuckled: "National interests are above all else."
Just kidding, I, Ada Jones, am a fanatical patriot, Ada thought in her heart, and she put the deepest question in her heart in the prison of her heart.
The question is, can a fanatical patriot fall in love with his enemy?
"Let's go, the plane is about to take off." Lamba turned to her at the boarding gate and shouted. The Boeing 737 they were about to board should be the last one to fly from Seattle in the United States before Japan and China went into full-scale war. A commercial airliner is flying to Tokyo.
China, imperial capital.
Fu Ming is holding his chin while conceiving the composition of the new Lebanese government. At the very least, he needs a Lebanese politician who understands the current situation in Lebanon and can control the country. This person must not only inherit Blakely Paidar's will, but also manage the country well. , of course, the more important thing is to listen to him.
Fu Ming will not put Lebanon at the center of the storm, let alone let his decision make Lebanon a trap. However, all the politicians who can speak in Lebanon now, from the age of thirty to sixty, are all dead. , of course died in the nuclear explosion in Beirut. The ultra-nationalists played this trick very cruelly, killing every fish and destroying the net. All party leaders stayed in Beirut at the time of the nuclear explosion, and their leaders followed the large troops to resist. Untr's ground troops went to attack, and they even called them frontline command. Thinking of this, Fu Ming laughed disdainfully. This was simply escaping.
"Fu Ming, why are you in such a daze? If you don't eat anything, you will get cold." A delicate voice sounded beside Fu Ming, and the speaker was none other than Zeng Xiaoting.
This is a very ordinary breakfast, very northern Chinese style, with fried dough sticks and tofu curd. Fu Ming has not had this kind of traditional Chinese breakfast for a long time.
Fu Ming smiled and ate the food in front of him. Anyway, the war in Lebanon is not over yet, so it is a bit too early to think about these things: "I haven't been with you during this period, I'm sorry..." Fu Ming was full of joy. He said apologetically: "It's been a long time since I came back to China to see you."
Zeng Xiaoting glanced at Fu Ming resentfully: "Fortunately, Xiao Jian is here during these days. If you poach him away again, I will really have nothing to rely on at Imperial University. You know what these students are like... ..." Zeng Xiaoting has had more contact with Fu Ming, and has a rough understanding of what Untr is doing. Naturally, her level of thinking is different. She also looks down upon her peers, so that any suitors in school are just like them. Just ignore it with disdain.
If these suitors continue to entangle, he will blame Fu Ming's bodyguards and Zeng Ziguang's men. In fact, Fu Ming did not want to interfere in Zeng Xiaoting's love life, nor did he find these people to look at Zeng Xiaoting. These people were just rejected by Zeng Xiaoting. If the situation arises, we will just deal with the aftermath.
"This time, I will stay in the Imperial Capital for a few more days..." Fu Ming said with an apologetic smile. At the very least, he will stay in the Imperial Capital until the end of the war in Lebanon. If things in Lebanon go smoothly, he will even wait until China The end of the Japanese war: "I will accompany you well."
"You want to go shopping with me today, buy clothes with me, and I won't let you go in anything you do. You have to do it with me..." Zeng Xiaoting said happily.
"Including sleeping." Fu Ming squinted and glanced at Zeng Xiaoting: "I haven't been tired of you for a long time... Do you miss me?"
"You gangster." Zeng Xiaoting pouted and said with a flushed face. Although she already had that kind of relationship with Fu Ming, she was still a little shy when talking about such a topic.
Fu Ming laughed, and the satellite phone in his pocket vibrated. He quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, wiped his hands and walked out of the breakfast stall. The current Fu Ming is the same as when he held a press conference in Hong Kong a few months ago. There is something different. Even though he is in his twenties, his appearance has changed very quickly.
What has changed the most is his weight. Fu Ming is now very thin, not ordinary thin, so that passers-by passing by the breakfast stall just looked at this young man suspiciously, thinking that this person is not the same as those who have been in TV news and on the Internet. The untr supreme leader who appeared on the Internet is somewhat similar, but only a little bit.
No one would really think that the top leader of UNTR, the most influential economic and military alliance in the world, would eat fried dough sticks and drink tofu at a very humble breakfast stall in the imperial city.
Fu Ming answered the phone, and it was an American person from UNTR: "What's the matter?" Fu Ming's tone contained a hint of displeasure. In order to ensure safety and prevent information from being monitored, these UNTR intelligence agencies in the United States The personnel did not contact Fu Ming directly, but went through a relay in Japan or South American countries, and then called untr's headquarters in Kinshasa. After Cariana Sois or cat received the news, they reported it to Fu Ming. .
This kind of behavior of the other party seems to be a bit ultra vires.
"Boss, I'm sorry, the matter is rather urgent. After consulting Miss Sois, I decided to call you directly." The voice on the other side was very low, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone.
In fact, this person was using a public phone on the roadside to call Fu Ming. It was already evening local time and there were many people on the road. He did not want to be discovered by others because of some sensitive words, thus exposing his identity. .
When Fu Ming heard that the matter was urgent, he ignored the rules and said, "Speak directly."
"The news is correct. The registered person's plane has taken off from Seattle, and its destination is Tokyo." The person who spoke used very obscure words. Even if someone monitored the call, they wouldn't notice anything in a short period of time.
Ida Jones, Rambaral, the culprits who killed Coco Heike Indias, these two people are what he calls the untr registered personnel.
After Coco's death, Fu Ming issued an order that the movements of these two people must be closely monitored. Where they went and what they were going to do, he must be notified as soon as possible.
Hearing this registration officer, Fu Ming's face suddenly darkened. He thought of Coco Hecoindias, the woman he loved deeply, lying in his arms, slowly getting colder. His throat moved. After a moment: "Sorry to trouble you."
"All for..." The person opposite thought for a while, but still did not say the four letters untr, because he did not know whether the public phone was connected to the automatic monitoring system. Once the four letters untr were mentioned, the voice recognition The system will accurately capture it and keep the conversation recording before the phone call instead of deleting the cache. He just chuckled and hung up the phone because he knew that his boss understood the final meaning of his words. What are those four letters?
Xu Cheng, who was sitting next to Fu Ming, saw Fu Ming's face and guessed what happened. He immediately stood up and walked to Fu Ming's side: "Boss, do you want to take action?"
Fu Ming looked back at Zeng Xiaoting. He didn't even think about asking Ada and Lamba what they meant by coming to Tokyo now. It was obvious that CIA chose a camp in the Sino-Japanese War instead of just standing by and watching. But he had just returned from I came out of Yokohama, but if I go to Tokyo now, I might not be able to come out.
He didn't want to send people to kill Ada Jones and Rambaral directly. It would be too easy for them. Fu Ming wanted to kill these two people with his own hands, and Fu Ming knew that he wanted to use his men to capture these two people alive. It was too difficult to bring them in front of him. Fu Ming had to be there in person and use himself as a bait to have direct contact with the two of them.
Reason allowed Fu Ming to calm down. He looked into Zeng Xiaoting's eyes and smiled: "I'm not going anywhere. This is not an opportunity."