"All contact with Group A and Group C has been lost. Group C and Sergeant Miller are confirmed dead."
Sitting in the embassy office, listening to the report coming to his ears, Zhang Youjie's fingers holding the phone trembled slightly.
Five lives were lost, and more than twenty people were taken prisoner. An operation that had no suspense at first turned out to be such a complete failure.
There is no doubt that this will be the most tragic loss suffered by the CIA after the Bay of Pigs incident.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Li Zhongping, who was still in Hucheng, was waiting for his instructions.
"Did someone from the General Staff do it?"
"It should be." Li Zhongping said solemnly.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Youjie pondered for a moment and then gave an order.
"... Plan terminated, withdrawn."
Although it is regrettable, the operation has failed. If nothing goes wrong, the U.S. Embassy and Consulate in Beijing will receive a letter of inquiry from the Chinese National Council tomorrow, and then the Chinese side will hold a press conference to condemn the United States.
The facial muscles were trembling continuously, and Zhang Youjie's heart was bleeding.
"Where is the hidden line?" Li Zhongping was naturally referring to the Miao army who instigated rebellion.
Their original plan was that if the Chinese side placed Jiang Chen under house arrest, they would use the Miao army to kill the unsuspecting Lao Dao, and then take Jiang Chen out from under house arrest.
However, the plan seemed to have been out of their control from the beginning. The Chinese government seemed to have used Jiang Chen as bait to kill the agents of Group A. There was a 80% certainty that the LA troops stationed nearby were dispatched. Immediately afterwards, Group C, which was responsible for holding the hostages, was also attacked by LA snipers.
Has the information been leaked
The CIA was actually tricked by those mentally retarded people from the General Staff.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Youjie tried to calm himself down.
Since failure is a foregone conclusion, reducing losses is what needs to be considered now.
"Kill him, he saw my face. Also... Before killing him, let him kill Lao Dao."
"yes."
Zhang Youjie hung up the phone, pinched the bridge of his sore nose, then stood up and left the office.
... ...
Miao Jun never thought that he would become a soldier, nor did he expect that he would be assigned to the Intelligence Section and then transferred to the General Staff after graduation. Become a shady agent.
In terms of ideals, what he wants to be is him, what he wants to be is a rich man.
However, things are not necessarily what he wants.
According to his original idea, he wanted to be admitted to Wanghai University, major in business, and go into business after graduation.
He works hard. And the hard work really paid off.
He vaguely remembered the time when the whole family gathered together to check the scores. The expressions of joy on the parents' faces.
However, when he was filling in his application, he and his parents had a disagreement.
He never expected that his parents would use an almost pleading tone to persuade him to give up his ideals and apply to attend the National Defense University in Beijing.
There is no other reason than parents' concern for their son's future.
"Your grandfather's old comrade is now a general. With your family connections, if you enroll in the National Defense University, you will definitely have a bright future in the army!"
"Doing business? Do you know how hard it was for your uncle at that time? He could hardly afford to eat! Do you think doing business is so easy?"
"Mom and dad are doing this for your own good..."
In the end, Miao Jun chose the path of joining the army.
Very ironic. Having chosen this path, the only way he can realize his dream is to work as a bodyguard for rich people after retirement.
You can't make a fortune by being a soldier, but you can still make some money by working in logistics, and you can make some money by working as a civilian in the recruitment office, but if you work in intelligence... If you really make a fortune, it will be a bit dangerous.
His parents' "painstaking efforts" led him to embark on this path that he didn't like at all. He had tried to make himself like this kind of life. But when he discovered that no matter how hard he worked and how well he performed, everyone would attribute his promotion to the support of that relationship and automatically ignore the sweat he put in.
Indeed, with the help of that relationship, he did rise quickly. Entered the General Staff at the age of 24. His parents would only think that his grandfather's old comrade was a noble person at the dinner table, and selectively ignored that his son almost died there when he was training at the Qinghai Special Forces Training Base!
"Eat some hardship? Why not endure some hardship? That's what you should do!" If Miao Jun wanted to complain about something, his father would definitely "comfort" him like this.
Enduring hardship? I believe no one would mind enduring hardship if it is for a career they are passionate about.
But now, he only felt a kind of torture.
Facts have proven that any forced love is not true love. This is true for our career, and it is true for our country. Even though he has memorized all kinds of lengthy ideological report templates, even when he takes an oath with everyone, he can say the oath without hesitation that he doesn't take seriously at all.
One million dollars? Of course money is tempting, but maybe that's not what attracts him the most.
A green card, a ticket to the free world... His heart was moved.
free.
I have to say, that thing has a fatal attraction. Even if he cursed because he couldn't get it, even if he comforted himself because it was okay...
Even after dinner, he always sat with his comrades and cursed the Americans for being nothing.
"Mr. Miao, I believe you must have abided by our agreement." Li Zhongping said with a smile.
"Lao Dao is dead." Miao Jun looked at the weeds beside the road, his throat moved, and he said.
"Really? Congratulations then." Li Zhongping breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and took out the pistol from his pocket.
It was so sudden that Miao Jun did not react.
"Why?" Miao Jun said with difficulty after swallowing.
"God will bring you supreme freedom. Then Mr. Miao, goodbye-"
boom!
The bullet penetrated Li Zhongping's forehead, and blood spattered on the car.
"***!" The CIA agent driving the car quickly drew his pistol.
"What are you waiting for!" A shout came from the distance.
Miao Jun was startled and subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his pocket.
boom!
Miao Jun got in front of the driver and shot him dead.
Panting heavily, his back was soaked with cold sweat in just a few seconds.
At the entrance of the alley, a staggering figure walked over.
When he saw the ravaged face clearly, Miao Jun smiled bitterly, dropped the gun in his hand, and did not run away. Instead, he raised his hands.
It's Lao Dao.
For some reason, Miao Jun was relieved to see that he was still alive.
Although Miao Jun knew very well that this meant that he might have to spend the rest of his life in prison.
"Sorry, I... plotted against you." Because of guilt, Miao Jun did not dare to look at the senior's face.
"You kid, do you really think you have the ability to plot against me?" Lao Dao snorted. Holding the bleeding wound, he sat on the hood with a grin.
There was a pause. The dry lips trembled and he continued.
"I received these two stabs on purpose. If you really had the skills to escape, you wouldn't have been caught by others. If you escaped, there is probably only one possibility..." That picture The old face flashed with cunning that was consistent with his age. Lao Dao looked at the junior meaningfully and grinned.
"... I was incited to rebel." Miao Jun said with a bitter expression.
"Ha, learn from it." Lao Dao smiled, continued to cover the wound with his left hand, and rested his right hand on the hood.
"No need. I won't have a chance to use it after learning it." Miao Jun sighed, took out Lao Dao's cell phone, and called General Liu.
He was prepared to admit leniency.
However, at this moment, Lao Dao, who had quick eyes and quick hands, snatched the phone and hung up the number that had not yet been dialed.
Seeing the puzzled look on Miao Jun's face, Lao Dao grinned and threw the phone aside.
"Hehe. He died because of the betrayal of his comrades. It's not embarrassing for you to write in the file, but it's embarrassing for me. Lao Dao died gloriously in the line of duty. I would rather write the last line like this."
die? !
Hearing this, Miao Jun was shocked and looked at Lao Dao with wide eyes. He said hurriedly, "How is it possible? You didn't get hurt on purpose -"
"Although I got hit on purpose, I got these two blows for real." Lao Dao smiled, but he coughed while smiling.
Blood was stained on the corners of Miao Jun's clothes.
"I'll call an ambulance for you—"
"It's useless." Lao Dao stopped Miao Jun's movements, "I know whether my body can be saved or not."
"Me," Miao Jun's fingers trembled. Stuck there not knowing what to do. '
The apology was stuck in my throat and I couldn't squeeze it out.
He knew that even an apology would be of no use.
It was him who killed him with his own hands.
Ignoring the expression on Miao Jun's face, Lao Dao said as if talking to himself.
"I'm old and can't even win against young people. Five years ago, the organization transferred me back to China. I should have retired by then. But Lao Liu found me and hoped that I could use my overseas work experience , use some of the remaining energy in the field of domestic counter-espionage, and at least train more successors for the Republic... I agreed."
"In the past five years, 27 people have come out of my hands. Lao Dao looked at Miao Jun with some relief and nodded, "He is also the one with the best qualifications, as far as newcomers are concerned. "
"sorry-"
"Don't apologize." Lao Dao waved his hand.
"Of the 27 people, only 6 stayed in the end. The old leader asked me to do more ideological work and persuade as many talents as possible to quit. But I have never done this. It's not sweet to be forced."
As he spoke, there was a hint of melancholy in his voice.
"If you want to get rich, don't become a soldier. If you do it reluctantly, you'll run into problems sooner or later."
Hearing this, Miao Jun lowered his head, his face full of shame.
His voice became weaker and weaker, and Lao Dao continued to talk to himself.
"I know that my motherland may not be very good... You young people know how to surf the Internet, and I know everything you can see."
"But even so, I still believe it will be better."
"Before that, please protect it for me until that day comes."
“But don’t force it.”
"I...can I know your name?" Miao Jun said with a choked voice.
"My name, haha," Lao Dao grinned, and his voice regained its vitality as if reflecting on his past.
He took out the pistol that had been used for countless years and dropped it into Miao Jun's hand with trembling.
"When one day you have enough authority, you can look through my files and find out. If you retire, there is no need to know."
"Give it back to Old Liu for me. I have worked hard for him for half my life. This gun should be returned to its original owner."
After saying that, Lao Dao slowly closed his dry eyelids.
This time, he actually stopped breathing.
Just like a dying sheepdog, it finally ushered in eternal peace.
"ah!"
Under the streetlight, on the deserted highway, a man knelt on the ground and cried loudly. (If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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