Coming out of the CIA's Langley headquarters, Michelle felt depressed. She walked to the parking lot with a pile of documents, and threw it into the back seat of her Chevrolet—it was a headache, there was bureaucracy everywhere.
The group of old white men who listened to the report today said that they would study the report submitted by Michelle, thank her for her recent excellent work, and hope that she will continue to work hard.
These words may be touched the first time I heard them, but I feel sick after hearing them too much.
The little foreign girl got into the car and squeezed her forehead. She is well aware of the domestic social and political atmosphere in the United States-the Cold War has been won, but the United States has also paid a high price.
Except for a few madmen, politicians in Washington hope to relax. The most obvious feature is that the president who won the Gulf War was not re-elected, and was replaced by an upper position who was good at economics but could not control his crotch.
Contrary to what many people imagined, the US military was invincible in the early 1990s, but its economy fell into a trough. It is not in the interests of the consortium to continue the high-intensity cold war, and the country needs to change.
In this context, Michelle can't get much resources. She sighed and opened a dossier, which contained a notification sent by the local security department to NATO intelligence agencies.
To put it simply, there is a group of native chicken ordnance warehouse custodians who stole them and smuggled scrapped tank engines to Boryspil across the Black Sea, hoping to make a fortune.
The result was caught upright.
The smuggled engine belongs to the M48 series designed and manufactured in the 1950s. By the 1990s, this old tank had been almost iterated and improved many times.
Tuji successively took over a large number of old M48 models ten years ago, and then used German diesel engines to improve them and replace the original gasoline engines in the United States.
The replaced gasoline engine was actually still usable, but it was thrown into the warehouse along with the gearbox. Ten years later, it was naturally classified as "scrap".
As the black market transactions in Boryspil have been particularly prosperous recently, and there are rumors that transactions there are particularly safe, the local chicken administrator who keeps these "scraps" used their brains.
If there are only a few or a dozen smuggled units in this batch, the matter will probably not be exposed at all. However, the offending local chicken administrator probably had a brain problem, and they planned to sell all the more than two thousand'scraps'.
"It's an exaggeration." Michelle shook her head slightly. She continued to look through the dossier curiously, wondering... "Who would sell more than two thousand second-hand gasoline engines produced 40 years ago?"
Sure enough, a familiar name appeared.
'Holy Light'.
"Strange, what does'Holy Light' do to buy such tattered goods?" Michelle couldn't understand. She knows very well that the'Holy Light' shows that it is picking up tatters everywhere, but in fact it is quite picky when buying things.
Looking through the interrogation records in the file, the price of each engine and gearbox is only three thousand dollars. The price is similar to selling scrap iron.
"The downgrade is used to power mining trucks?" Michelle read the entire file before seeing the news that the local chicken safety department had learned from other sources.
Although it is a product of forty years ago, the military power system is much stronger than the civilian product. The gasoline engine with hundreds of horsepower can be used in civilian trucks after modification.
Sanmao’s Minsk vehicle manufacturing plant will obtain these power systems to produce 2,000 heavy-duty mining trucks with a load of tens of tons for the “Shengguang”. The price of the whole vehicle can be made very cheap.
This large manufacturer of land vehicles for intercontinental missiles has strong capabilities, but it has recently lost orders and has had a miserable life. Faced with this big deal, the Minsk plant agreed very quickly.
"That's it."
The mystery is revealed, but Michelle is not happy at all. She always felt that the'Holy Light' would not stop there, but there was really no other news on the dossier.
When the local chicken security department cracked the case, more than 1,800 sets of "waste" power systems were transported to Boryspil like ants.
After making a huge profit of five million dollars, more than a dozen ordnance depot administrators were overwhelmed. They planned to sell the remaining 500 more than one at a time, but the result was exposed because the volume was too large.
"It is necessary to go to the local chicken."
Michelle felt that he could dig deep into this clue. The native chicken is a member of NATO, and the CIA can act openly in this country.
By military plane, Michelle flew directly from Virginia to Ankara, the chicken capital. The more than a dozen unlucky ones who were caught were detained in the prison of the National Security Committee of Tuji. She saw these people as a NATO security officer twenty-four hours later.
In the small and dark interrogation room, hapless people of all ages were crying bitterly, confessing their guilt of stealing and selling state property.
But what Michelle saw in the eyes of the native chickens who accompanied the interrogation was envious-the batch of'scrap' was really useless, and it was a big profit to sell for several million dollars.
"I'm from the CIA."
Michelle sat behind the interrogation table and showed her credentials to the persons under trial. She said with a stern face, "If you can provide some useful clues, I will help you reduce your sentence."
'Americans' commutation period', these two words are enough.
The hapless people are like drowning people who encounter life-saving straws, desperately thumping, thinking desperately, wanting to change their sentence and even survive.
Michelle spent three days before and after, reorganizing the process of reselling the "scrap" power system. She quickly got a clue that was not a clue.
Most of the more than a dozen unlucky ones can't speak English, and are only responsible for transferring the'waste products' and dividing the money afterwards. Only two leaders who understand English have been to Boryspil.
One of them mentioned a detail, "There is a bar in the black market. I have been to a few times. Once I heard someone speak the native language, I couldn't help but glance at it. The man passed by me and couldn't see Face. But I remember what he said."
Michelle asked immediately, "What did you say?"
The unlucky person who understands English did not speak, but instead looked at the native chicken intelligence personnel who accompanied the interrogation. The latter immediately shouted angrily: "Don't say those unverified words, otherwise you will be punished more severely for defamation."
The hapless guy looked at Michelle helplessly, then his head drooped and closed his mouth.
Michelle asked in a hurry. But the interrogation ended here, and the earthworkers bluntly asked her to leave. The two sides confronted each other for a long time, and the little foreign girl had to give in in someone else's territory.
After leaving the prison of the National Security Committee of Tuji, Michelle immediately used a confidential line to report to her superior in Virginia. As a result, her superior said lightly: "I knew what you said last week, and I was sent to verify it."
"What happened?" Michelle asked.
"In the early 1980s, we gave the native chickens to build an aircraft manufacturing plant in Ankara, and gave them a production line for F-16C/D fighters, so that they have the ability to assemble and overhaul, and even produce some spare parts.
You reported last time that "Holy Light" can get US-made avionics and engines, and we started investigating these production lines. It turned out that the management of Tuji’s aircraft manufacturing plant was chaotic, and many fighter aircraft spare parts were missing.
Many senior local chickens are involved behind this, and they are likely to trade our technology with our enemies. But the native chickens did not admit it. You have to understand that we can't control this country. "
When Michelle heard this, a cloud of anger gushed from her chest. She cursed, "Damn it, why did you have such an ally? If these technologies fall into the hands of the'Holy Light', do you know what this means?"
The superior in Virginia was also helpless, "Michelle, calm down. This is politics, neither you nor I can escape. We don't have any evidence to prove the whereabouts of these technologies and spare parts."
Michelle said angrily again: "When the evidence is found, everything is too late. What's the use then? Watching our opponent use our technology to produce advanced equipment to beat us?"
The superior sighed: "Yes, the reality is like this. This is not the first time. We often make our own opponents."