Strongest Guard - C1515 A Good Chance to Show Your Face
C1515 A Good Chance to Show Your Face
The people of the Eastern Hemisphere who have been working all day, the vast majority of them have entered a sweet dreamland.
What were they supposed to do for tomorrow’s work? How were they supposed to pay for the mortgage this month? How were the toys the kids were going to buy? How were they still able to take the money out of the cigarettes? Of course, they were not like the others who were staring at the TV in high spirits, waiting for a chance to be proud of themselves.
The Eastern Hemisphere was a starry night.
In the Western Hemisphere, the sun was shining brightly and the streets were filled with beauties — the same people who were closely watching television sets.
Who would have thought that in a hemisphere thousands of miles apart, in two countries, there would be strangers waiting for a brilliant moment?
Those ten fingers were crossed over each other, and they were continuously rubbing them in front of his face. His eyes were filled with excitement, as if he was a super fan at the opening match of the football World Cup.
“Seven, six, five, four, three —”
Just as the excitement in their eyes started to rise, someone couldn’t help but start the countdown: “Begin!”
I believe everyone has seen the News Simulcast, right?
On time, as soon as the time came, familiar music started playing, telling people that the viewership ratings were the highest and that it was also the best at bullshitting.
The program that these people had been waiting for was much more exciting than the Golden program that everyone knew about.
Because as early as the last century, some of them had enjoyed the show.
Although they had waited for more than twenty years for the brilliant show to begin and had waited far too long, they were still as excited as before.
Especially Mr. Peila, who had enjoyed the show for more than 20 years.
More than 20 years ago, Mr. Peila was just a small CIA agent. However, by chance, his fate had changed drastically.
He had actually unintentionally met a heavyweight — this matter was extremely confidential. Not only did Mr. Peila not dare to say it, he didn’t even dare to think about it.
In any case, it was precisely that time when he had obtained this absolute secret from some powerful figure that had changed his fate.
After more than twenty years, God had once again favored Mr. Peila, allowing him to once again obtain the chance to change his fate from the South Korea?
“It’s about time for Little Beauty to change out of that fat woman at home.”
Mr. Peila took out a cigar from his pocket.
Immediately, the Asian man sitting next to him took out the engine.
This person was South Korean, surnamed Shen.
As for what he called Shen, Mr. Peila had forgotten.
After all, Mr. Peila was no longer that young man from over 20 years ago, so it was normal for his brain to be a little unusable. As long as he could remember how much gray storage he had, how to contact the honey girls and their numbers, only when Mr. Peila was sick would he be able to remember who the person surnamed Shen was.
However, seeing that he was being very polite, Mr. Peila decided to show his appreciation by saying a few words.
Right here, Mr. Peila was still staring at the television, looking very casual: “Mr. Shen, your Shen Family business this time is not too kind.”
Mr. Shen smiled and replied, “Mr. Peila, what do you mean by that?”
Mr. Peila said indifferently: “Nothing, as far as I know, Shen Family is not about selling this information to us. There should be Dongyang as well as your own country, right? ”
Mr. Shen said neither humbly nor arrogantly: “Hehe, Mr. Peila, you should know very well that there is still a gap between exclusive and non-exclusive news. The price I gave you, even if it’s not a friendly price, it’s definitely a discount. ”
Mr. Peila frowned and said, “Mr. Shen, you guys gave me a discount because you couldn’t confirm the accuracy of this information, right?”
The smile on Mr. Shen’s face was diluted by his dissatisfaction. When he spoke again, his tone became neither cold nor hot, “Mr. Peila, if I can confirm the accuracy of this information, can I buy it at the current price? Before we came into contact, I had made it clear that we did not dare guarantee the accuracy of our information. As for whether you want to purchase it or not, that will depend on your own analysis and will be decided after an investigation. ”
Mr. Shen was right, Mr. Peila was also very clear.
When the two sides first came into contact, Mr. Shen not only said all of this, he even wrote down the uncertainty in the contract.
There was no need to ask, Mr. Peila also knew that when Shen Family peddled this top secret military intelligence to him, he was definitely saying the same thing to the Oriental people.
He had no right to blame Shen Family.
In this business, there were always gains and losses. Especially with regards to this big business, it would be a test of the buyer’s insight.
Just like a rock gambling.
You can’t just cut open the ore and not see the jade, you have to return the stone and ask the boss to pay you back, right?
After Mr. Peila contacted Mr. Shen, he immediately reported it to the big boss.
This concerned China’s largest exercise in the twenty-first century, which was an absolutely top grade event for America. It had to be treated with caution, using all kinds of spies and all kinds of methods, regardless of everything else, to obtain the latest information, making it easier to determine the authenticity of this military information.
The CIA was still quite impressive, as expected of the world’s best intelligence agency, it had actually planted a spy in the Dali — a cook.
The cook did not have a high position in the Duan Family, nor did she have the authority to participate in the core meetings of the Duan Family, but she was able to report everything that had happened in the Duan Family to the CIA.
As for the fact that Mr. Peila was caught in a desperate situation due to her being rushed, Mr. Peila expressed his deep regret, not because of her life or death, but because she did not provide the CIA with more useful information before being exposed.
It was also through the intelligence gathered by the Duan Family’s chef and the spies that the CIA was able to determine that the Han City provided a top secret military information credibility that was as high as 60%.
For those who ran the rig all day, they could do it with a ten percent chance of success, let alone sixty percent chance.
Do it.
He had to do it!
Thus, tonight came. Mr. Peila sat here waiting for his fate to change once again.
If the information was true, he would go even further.
If it’s fake — I’m sorry, but the CIA will never take responsibility for an error in the analysis of intelligence.
The bigger the benefit, the higher the risk, that’s for sure.
Mr. Peila, who understood this very well, could not be bothered to pay attention to Mr. Shen after he was neither soft nor hard. He raised his head and looked at the television.
The evening news on TV had already started broadcasting.
Of course, in the beginning, he was only broadcasting how devoted his country’s president was to serving his people. Even if a beauty took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, he would not be able to shake her heart. It was noon now, the sun was like fire, and he was still in his office, using his deep eyes to stare at the distant street, racking his brains for a few homeless people who could stay at night.
When the TV screen switched to the international news, a black suit quickly walked over and whispered something into Mr. Peila’s ear.
Mr. Peila, who was sitting upright on the boss’s chair, immediately jumped up with his tail stepped on, and quickly ran towards the door.
A few meters out, the door opened.
A bald old man, accompanied by a dozen or so people, walked in quickly.
The head of the CIA was there.
“Mr. Newson, you, you’re here.”
Although Mr. Peila did not vote for Mr. Newson when he ran for president, that did not affect his admiration for him.
Even at this moment, he felt regret. “Maybe if I voted for Mr. Newson, he wouldn’t be the Vice President.”
“Yes, it’s been hard on you all.”
Mr. Newson glanced at Mr. Peila and, without waiting for an invitation, walked quickly to the chair he had been sitting in and sat down on it.
It was clear that Mr. Newson, as Vice President, was also very concerned about the leak of China’s top secret military intelligence.
Otherwise, Mr. Newson would never have come to the CIA to watch TV under the guise of an inspection.
Outside, there might be reporters.
Pella, who had already been pushed to the window and looked out, saw several interviewing vehicles speeding over from the distance.
“Today is the perfect time for me to show my face.”
Bela was extremely excited once again.
As the most important part of the “face slapping” mission, his status was neither high nor low, just enough for him to be interviewed by the reporters.
She swore that he would be in his best form later, talking to the camera.
There were some things that should not be said out loud or written out, lest it cause trouble. In short, Mr. Peila was certain that after this piece of news was broadcast, the Chinese Embassy in the United States would immediately make a phone call to protest against America.
But what was there?
In any case, Mr. Peila was just a nobody. What he needed to do now was to face the camera and talk about the CIA’s Niu Bi and how wise he was to be able to get the secret military information that would shock the world.
Before he even finished his sentence, a bearded reporter holding a microphone high up squeezed in front of him: “Mr. Peila, I’m La Cas from the American Federation’s New York Television Station. Can you tell me how accurate the news that was just broadcast was? ”
“It’s one hundred percent real.”
Mr. Peila answered without any hesitation.
“Wow, Mr. Peila, aren’t you too confident?”
Immediately, some reporters started making a fuss.
When she smiled, she deliberately turned her face in the direction of four o’clock.
Immediately, someone keenly caught his movement. When they subconsciously looked over, their eyes lit up. “Oh my god, so Mr. Newson is here as well.”
Mr. Nixon was present, which proved that he agreed with what Mr. Peila had just said.
A reporter was about to interview him and ask the hawkish man, who had never been friendly to China, to share his views on the matter.
“I just want to say it.”
Mr. Newson faced the camera and raised a finger. “If there is a war between the two sides, we will definitely be able to destroy all of their weapons bases in the shortest amount of time.”
“Why are you so confident?”
When a reporter asked, Mr. Peila answered first: “We can get all the top secret military information of the live ammunition drill that China is about to start. What else can we not do?”
“Hooray!”
In the conference room of the CIA, cheers rang out like thunder.
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