A lot happened that night.
The misjudgment of Jiang Chen's strength caused the CIB to pay a heavy price. The misjudgment of Jiang Chen's reaction caused the General Staff Department to lose control of Jiang Chen's whereabouts.
Who would have thought that an ordinary person would suddenly become a fully armed "Iron Man" like a superhero in a Hollywood blockbuster? Who would have thought that an "honest man" who had always been obedient would suddenly angrily say "sorry, I'm not your subordinate"?
From God's perspective, all the clues were focused on Jiang Chen. But because of their respective intelligence blind spots, and the fact that the two parties couldn't sit at the same table to exchange opinions, the CIB and the General Staff Department both felt like they were set up.
Regardless of how nervous the General Staff Department was about Jiang Chen's disappearance, someone on the other side of the ocean was extremely nervous.
Although it was still early in the morning in Hua, it was daytime in Washington State on the other side of the world.
Washington City, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, this is the White House.
At this moment, John Brennan was standing awkwardly in front of the president's desk. His usual aggressive demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Normally, he wouldn't be so submissive in front of this guy because the CIB was independent of the intelligence system, and even Congress had no right to inquire about the specific details. From this point of view, he was much more comfortable than Obama who was impeached by Congress.
James Comey stood next to John with a gloating expression. Compared to the white-haired and balding old man, the 35-year-old middle-aged man was much more experienced. There was nothing more delightful than seeing one's nemesis suffer a setback.
That's right, although they served the same government, the relationship between the two organizations wasn't that friendly. The history of the "love-hate relationship" between the two could be traced back to Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor in World War II. It was because of the FBA's failure in foreign intelligence that the CIB's predecessor, the Strategic Intelligence Agency, was born. In particular, the CIB's mistakes in the Watergate incident, and the FBA's stubbornness directly led to Nixon's downfall.
It could be said that all the presidents of the United States had a love-hate relationship with these two eyes that often "fought" with each other.
As for now, Obama was so angry that he wanted to throw his leather shoe at John's face.
"Ahem, before we start the meeting, let's listen to a recording." James coughed lightly and raised a finger to signal the two to look over. He then raised his eyebrows at his old rival, John, and placed the smartphone on Obama's desk with a smile.
It was an interrogation video.
The interrogator's voice was low and slightly hoarse. It was hard to tell whose voice it was, but it was easy to tell that it was the voice of the interrogator.
Griss, an elite CIB agent, had been awarded a medal by President Obama himself.
However, the voice of this super soldier, who had risked his life several times in Iraq, was lifeless at this moment. Rather than saying that he was dejected, it would be more accurate to say that he was completely empty.
What kind of torture did the people of the General Staff Department use to force this tough guy to confess all the details of the operation in just two hours? Just listening to that lifeless voice, the three people in the president's office shuddered.
The recording ended.
John took a deep breath and loosened his tie in slight discomfort. Obama's face was still gloomy. He kept his legs on the desk and did not say a word.
Seeing how the two didn't say anything, James smiled and spoke.
"Kidnapping and coercion against a law-abiding businessman is despicable and unconstitutional. Ignoring the fact that your people never take the constitution seriously, can I consider the loss of this operation to be another Bay of Pigs incident after fifty years? "
"Please watch your words, Mr. James. I'm thinking of the national interest," John retorted out of habit, but his voice did not sound confident.
"Really? But now? Our diplomatic relationship with Hua has changed again. Not only was the development of the Dragon II not stopped, but Hua had something on us. We could have used gentle methods to bring that Hua businessman to our side. Where do you think the CIB agents are on a mission? Syria? Iraq? God, that's Hua. "
John's expression was awkward, so he changed the topic.
"James, I think it's inappropriate for you to be so cheerful in this situation."
"No, who says I'm cheerful? I'm angry." James held back his laughter as he rubbed his lips.
"No, you're laughing."
"That's your illusion, Mr. John."
"Both of you shut up." Obama suddenly spoke.
Like a cockfight, John looked at James threateningly. But James, who had the upper hand, only shrugged and looked at the president with a smile.
"Now, let's discuss how to deal with this." Obama took a deep breath and said with a gloomy expression.
"First, we should find a way to rescue the twenty or so missing agents. Since Griss is being interrogated, at least it means that they didn't die in the crossfire, but were captured. "John tried to calm down as he spoke slowly.
"But up until now, Hua hasn't made any statements on this matter. Should I call them and take the initiative to apologize to them? Then beg them to let them go? "Obama was enraged.
Hardedef's expression immediately turned awkward, and he shamelessly shrugged.
"Then write twenty-five letters of sympathy and send them to the families of the missing soldiers."
Obama rubbed his sore eyebrows as he sighed and sat up straight.
"James, where did this recording come from?"
"Two hours ago, it appeared in the mailbox of one of my right-hand men. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he immediately sent this audio file to my mailbox," James said proudly.
"What about the accuracy of the intelligence?"
"We did a sound analysis and compared it with Griss's voice. It matches perfectly."
"Mhmm." Obama nodded and didn't say anything else.
"Let's think about how to deal with the aftermath. After all, this unpleasantness … has already happened. "John touched his nose as he said uncomfortably.
Looking at John's expression, Obama was so angry that he wanted to curse out loud.
[Fu * k, you didn't tell me before a mission, and now you come to me to clean up after a problem.]
But he only thought about it in his mind and didn't say it out loud.
In the past, the UA president who offended the CIB didn't have a good ending. If he didn't clean up after the CIB this time, it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't become the next Kennedy. After all, as the president of a country that had a tradition of killing their own president, it was better to leave some face.
With that in mind, Obama deliberated for a moment before he spoke.
"Immediately stop interfering with Dragon II, the operation has failed."
John nodded in response. James, who was mainly responsible for domestic intelligence affairs, shrugged as if it was none of his business.
"If Hua condemns this matter … Visit Hua. If Hua doesn't mention anything about those twenty people … Then they probably don't have anyone. If you can find them, then continue to send agents. Remember, don't get caught again, "Obama said while rubbing his eyebrows.
Hearing the promise of a visit to Hua, John looked at the president gratefully and nodded again.
Visiting Hua meant pleading. As long as they could save those twenty people, the pressure on John would be greatly reduced.
As for the Han businessman, Obama selectively forgot about him.
After all, compared to a businessman, cleaning up the mess of the CIB was obviously more important.
It was just a Dragon II drone system; the talented UA didn't need it.
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