In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Cia sent Major Beckett to India for secret missions by "hiring" and adopted a one-line contact method. Beckett reported the operation to the intelligence liaison officer Serati, while Cia was responsible for Wesley, deputy director of intelligence. However, Cia was not an intelligence analyst, but a foreign-related agent, and was administratively affiliated with Cia's operation department.

When receiving the message sent back by Serati, Wesley also got the photos taken by the reconnaissance satellite.

The powerful power of the explosion is even better seen from the photos taken from the low-Earth orbit. Even based on ideal conditions, the power of the explosion is about 250 kg TNT, which is equivalent to a thousand-pound-level aviation bomb.

After reaching the conclusion, Wesley immediately called the White House and left the office with evidence.

At the same time, CIA Deputy Director of Operations Pamer also received a secret report sent by Serati from the confidential line.

After receiving a call that suddenly came in, Pamur left the office and drove to the town twenty kilometers away.

There is only one coffee shop in the town, the business is deserted and there are no other customers. Pamer ordered a cup of Blue Mountain coffee and chose a secluded corner.

About ten minutes later, a Lincoln sedan was parked outside the coffee shop. Two bodyguards wearing sunglasses got out first, and then a middle-aged man walked out of the car.

As soon as the middle-aged man walked into the coffee shop, the waiter next to the door showed a look of surprise. "You...you are Senator Miles..."

The middle-aged man's brows jumped a few times, and before he could speak, the bodyguard who followed him pushed the waiter away.

Myers glanced at Pamur, who was sitting in the corner, and walked over.

"We shouldn't meet." Pamer seemed a little afraid of the federal senator from New York.

"There's something. We have to talk in person." Miles sat down.

"I just received the information. The Chinese local J-10 is equipped with a new engine." Pamer took out a cigarette. When lighting the cigarette, his hands trembled slightly. "Before our local personnel arrived, the wreckage of the plane exploded violently. It is still impossible to determine whether it was detonated or the explosion occurred naturally."

"I already know this." Miles took out a long and black cigar. The bodyguard stood behind him and immediately lit it for him. "I'm looking for you. It's not for this."

Pamel's brow jumped a few times. If it weren't for an absolutely important thing, Miles wouldn't have come forward in person.

"We have received very reliable news that major changes are going to happen in Indian politics."

"What!?" Pamer almost shouted, "Cia has not received any relevant information, you..."

"Do you doubt my source of intelligence?"

"No, no." Pamer controlled his somewhat out of control. "I was just a little surprised. What the hell is it?"

"This is not a performance that a senior agent should have." Miles smiled faintly and said, "Rahul Gandhi not only won over most of the Congress members, but also reached a secret agreement with members of other parties in the ruling coalition to launch a bill to impeach Santos tomorrow."

It seemed that he had expected that Pamer did not show a look of surprise.

“In addition to the House of Commons, Rahul lacks a necessary condition.”

"The support of the military?" Pamur revealed the secret of heaven in his words.

"After being threatened, Santos will put India into war. Without the support of the military, it will be difficult for Rahul to get Santos off the stage. Therefore, he will be on the evening," Miles glanced at his watch, "in secretly met with Navy Commander Das and Army Commander Watel in about eight hours. If these two defect to Rahul, Santos will have to step down tomorrow."

"Darth and Watel won't fall to Rahul, will he?"

Miles smiled and shook his head, saying, "Who can say it correctly? But we must not allow such a thing to happen."

Pamur just nodded without saying a word.

"To ensure that everything is foolproof, I want you to do something right away."

"What?" Pamer avoided Miles's eyes and knew that it would not be a good thing.

"As you are in Cia, I will issue orders to the secret troops sent to India by Cia, Major Beckett's special forces, to carry out a special mission."

"Assassinate Gandhi!?" Pamer was startled, "Myers, are you crazy?"

The New York State federal senator smiled faintly and did not rush to speak.

"The two things I did last time have not been cleared up until now. We don't even know whether China has mastered our intelligence. If there is another mistake, not only will we be done, but we will also implicate the country."

"Are you afraid of implicating you?"

Pamel shut up. He was indeed afraid of implicating himself. Jonathan had been fired. If he had flowed into this muddy water, the ending would not be much better than Jonathan.

"Roger, you should know that I won't give anyone a second chance." Miles's eyes became extremely sharp, as if it had infinite lethality. "Do you know why I can get accurate information before CIA? If you don't do it, there will be many people who are happy to serve us."

Pamel shivered for a moment, showing a look of horror.

"And, we can't do this ourselves. What Beckett has to do is install a signal transmitter to the exact location, and you don't have to worry about other things."

Pamer frowned slightly, not understanding what Miles meant.

"I will give you accurate information in four hours, and Beckett's troops must complete the mission within two hours." Miles glanced at the watch, "If everything goes well, someone will help us get rid of Rahul."

Pamel was shocked and suddenly thought of something. "You...you want to borrow..."

"Enough." Miles stopped Pamur's words, "You only need to use the senior authority of the Deputy Director of Operations to tamper with the orders issued by Wesley. I will arrange other things. Do you understand?"

"Will this..."

"You did a good job, and you will be Director Cia in two years. If you didn't do a good job, this is the last time we met."

Pamer knew that Miles was not kidding, and he knew that he could not afford to offend the group Miles represented.

"The account has been paid for you. Next time I will treat you to the real Blue Mountain coffee. You will leave half an hour after I leave." As he said that, Miles stood up, "After Jonathan was fired, you have become the target of our focus on training."

After patting Pamer on the shoulder, Myers left the coffee shop.

Pamur didn't feel at all relaxed, because he knew that he was involved in a huge plot.

At this time, Wesley had just walked into the Oval Office of the White House, and Japeer was giving a document.

"Class, don't let anyone disturb us." Instructing the secretary, Japel nodded to Wesley, and then turned off the monitoring equipment.

"I just received the information that China's J-10 fighter jet has what we need."

"Get the real thing?"

Wesley shook his head. "Our people were a few minutes late and did not get the physical objects. The preliminary analysis result was: China dispatched special forces to rescue pilots landed in India and blow up the wreckage of the fighter."

Japeer put down the pen in his hand. "You mean..."

"The operational forces need higher authority." Wesley put the documents he brought before the president. "Air combat is mainly concentrated over Indian-controlled Kashmir. Our troops are deployed in Chandigarh and cannot reach the crash site in time. They need to be deployed to the Kashmir area in advance and give them the right to operate freely."

"Will this force lose control?"

"Major Beckett served in the Marine Corps for fourteen years and worked with us for seven years. He is a very outstanding soldier. His men are all the best special forces, knowing what to do and what not to do." Wesley kept staring at the president without shying away from the president's eyes. "In order to get the physical objects, we must grant them enough power to move and not limit their hands and feet."

Jia Peier nodded slightly, pondered for a while, and said, "I need my authorization?"

Obviously, this question is not required to be answered at all. If the president's authorization was not required, Wesley would not have made a special trip.

When Wesley received written authorization, Serrati walked into the Indian Prime Minister's Office.

After listening to the "story" told by Serati, Santos was stunned, but half of it was performed.

Before Serati arrived, Santos learned from Macri that Rahul Gandhi had met with the main members of the Congress Party and had contacted representatives of other parties in the ruling coalition. What Santos didn't know was that Rahul Gandhi had secretly contacted the top military leaders to seek support from the army.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, you still have..." Serati looked at her watch, "It's less than seven hours."

"Will the information go wrong?" Santos came back to his senses.

"Do you doubt the information we provide?" Serati said with a cold smile. "Seven hours later, whether you want or not, you must pack up and leave the Prime Minister's Office."

This sentence pierced into the wound deep in Santos' soul.

When he was young, in order not to act as a stepping stone for the core members of the family, Santos chose to escape reality by joining the army. Now he has nowhere to escape, and he is even more intolerant of being Rahul stepping on himself to the pinnacle of power.

It cannot be tolerated, absolutely not tolerated.

"Your Excellency, you only need to provide relevant information, and we will do the other things, and you don't need to intervene."

"What will happen?" Santos raised his head.

"The result?" Serati sighed, "Don't you understand yet? Not only can you continue to live in the Prime Minister's Office, but you will also be supported by the people and become a national fighter in India. Of course, the premise is that you will prepare a speech tonight and appear on the TV screen in time."

Santos gritted his teeth and picked up the phone and microphone.

Serati walked over and when the phone was connected, he pressed the hands-free button. Santos glared at the bold intelligence liaison officer, but he had no choice.

"I'm Macri..."

"Markry, I'm Santos, I need the information you collect."

"intelligence?"

"The information I told you to collect last time."

On the phone, Macri was silent for a while. "Okay, I'll come here in fifteen minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Santos breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, he had no other choice.
Chapter completed!