In a conference room on the seventh floor of Langley's headquarters, the filtered sunlight from bulletproof glass casts cold diamond-shaped spots on the oak table.

A group of senior CIA leaders, led by Director George Black and the head of the Asia-Pacific Special Operations Region, are discussing the incident in Roanapra.

George Black shook the eyes on his face, glanced at the twelve senior officials sitting, and finally fell on the face of Jeff Campbell, the head of Asia-Pacific affairs who was reporting the situation.

"Gentlemen, we can no longer let this Mr. Griers act, who undermined the Blue Star Project that we have been in the Asia-Pacific for forty years."

"We made a wrong choice and should act immediately when they occupy the port..."

There are also many people in this group of people who have conflicts with each other. After the head of the Asia-Pacific region finished speaking, someone immediately stood up to refute, or ridicule.

A middle-aged man sitting in the lower head mocked him, "Hey, I got Jeff, we all know that the so-called Blue Star project ended more than 20 years ago."

"You might as well say that the boy has lost you tens of millions of dollars."

"I want to say that intelligence station is worse than renamed the Roanapura Grand Exchange, and last year's audit report shows that the printer cartridges purchased there are enough to print the Pentagon's operations plan for a whole year."

"Of course, if the printer really contains an ink cartridge..."

They all know what the so-called Blue Star Plan is, which was a strategic plan for Southeast Asian countries after the Vietnam War to balance the situation in the Asia-Pacific region, including intelligence collection, economic aid, military intervention and other fields.

However, after two presidents, the plan was stopped by Congress, which can be regarded as a matter of name-and-name death.

The entire Roanapra eventually became the person in charge of the Asia-Pacific region to engage in some illegal small businesses and report false accounts.

The intelligence stations set up there are more like exile to exile some out of time.

Jeff Campbell loosened his own blue tie.

"Hey, Ames, you don't think I'm not sure about the things you're doing on my territory."

“My harvest has maintained the loyalty of several anti-government armies than you opened in Bangkok with a member-based entertainment venue in some copper smelting place.”

No one in this room can say anything, everyone has a mess of shit that can't be wiped clean.

Ames, who was also exposed to shortness, looked as dark as his skin.

"Enough."

Director George Black slapped the pen in his hand on the table, interrupting the stupid behavior of exposing each other's shortcomings.

"Jeff, you are responsible for your harvest, and now what we have to deal with is what our Mr. Griers has gotten."

George Black took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

This time Umbrella's action caught them off guard, the guy was moving too fast, and he had completely controlled Roanapura before Langley thought the situation was out of control and decided to step in at any cost.

This caused an embarrassing thing, and the evidence of cooperation with criminal organizations was almost exposed.

They didn't know how much black material Umbrella had, even a part of it was enough to make many people get shot and commit suicide in the back.

"Jeff, notify the people from the intelligence station to come back to report their work. I need to know immediately what happened at that time."

A hint of embarrassment and reluctance flashed across the face of the Asia-Pacific leader named Jeff, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Of course, we can't do nothing, at least let that person know that no one can step on our CIA."

George Black looked at Jeff with a sharp look, "You know how to do it."

Jeff nodded seriously to his immediate boss, "Yes, I understand, I will find an opportunity to teach this Mr. Griers some lessons."

"Also, wipe your butt."

Facing George Black, Jeff finally had to nod his head well.

...

Half an hour later, I was staying with Levi at the Black Reef Chamber of Commerce and watching Locke and his parents crying, Ada received this news that was quite unfortunate for her.

“WTF?”

After hearing the news that she asked her to report her job, she cursed directly.

"Hey, head, there's really no other way, I really don't want to go back to Langley at all."

Ada's voice was a little helpless, but this matter was ordered by the director himself, so she obviously had no choice but to refuse.

“Fuck…”

After scolding all the familiar swear words, Ada had to accept this rather unpleasant order.

Then he looked up at Locke who was comforting his parents.

After putting down the phone, Ada, who had not worn nun's clothes and changed into shorts and vests today, pushed Laiwei, who was sitting next to her with her elbow.

"To be honest, I would rather deal with Chinese people than the Japanese, at least they would not bow inexplicably."

Locke's parents were thanking Duqi. The couple kept bowing and making Duqi look at him at a loss. It was really funny.

"ha……"

Levi put two long legs on the table in front of him and laughed softly.

"Chinese? There is a Chinese on the island..."

One sentence made both Levi and Aida silent, and the Chinese man hurt them all.

The Black Reef Chamber of Commerce has closed down, and it seems that Daqi doesn’t want to continue to operate.

And Ada, it would definitely be nothing good to ask her to go back to report her job at this time.

Not only that, they both turned their heads out the window at the same time.

At this time, in addition to Umbrella's armed personnel waiting in full force on the streets, several drones were buzzing in the air.

"cut……"

Ada cursed hatefully, then looked at Levi, "I'm leaving here for a while, you fool, remember to be safe."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! She knew very well that Locke, a Japanese man, was the bait thrown out by Umbrella, not only to divert the public's attention, but also to fish and attract people to take the bait.

Locke's experience has been artificially hyped, and it has almost made everyone know about this unlucky guy who was framed by the Japanese big company Rising Sun Heavy Industry.

The current public opinion is quite unfavorable to the Fortune 500 companies in the world. It is estimated that they will face a major public relations crisis soon.

There may even be an executive bowing and apologizing, and performing a scene of red beans and killing you.

However, compared to apologizing, they probably want to kill Locke, a guy who jumped out of nowhere.

Umbrella should be waiting for them to take action, and she will probably continue to escalate this matter in the future.

Just by watching Umbrella's people taking pictures of Rock's family meeting with cameras, Ada knew what the other party wanted to do.

But then again, this familiar routine reminded Ada of the CIA where he played for, and I wonder if it was his own illusion.

"Okay, I'll leave, I'll talk later..."

Ada stood up and walked towards the gate, raised her hand and waved it casually.

However, she didn't know whether she would have a chance to meet in the future.

Duqi took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened the lid and took a sip, and followed Ada's back as he watched the other party slowly walk out of the chamber of commerce.

He knew that Roanapura had long been divided, dead and running, and Yulantan, the violent church, has not been released by Umbrella yet.

But she was lucky that Umbrella did not hand her over to the police like ordinary criminals, nor did she know what the other party had plans.

"Levi, do you want to continue running the chamber of commerce?"

Daqi's words made Levi squirt out the beer in his mouth.

Then he looked at Dutch with confusion while coughing.

"I'm going to retire. Do you want to take over the business of the Chamber of Commerce?"

Dutch's expression was as always, taking out the documents that had been prepared from the table drawer.

"I rented an office in the Philippines with my connections. If you are interested, you can continue to operate Black Reef..."

Before he finished speaking, Lavi jumped up and shouted loudly, "Of course I'm interested."

Dutch shook his head and smiled unexpectedly, "Okay, you will be the captain from now on."

This sentence made Levi feel full of silence. After a while of silence, she asked Dutch seriously, "You are not suffering from a terminal illness, right?"

"puff……"

This time it was replaced by Ducky's beer in his mouth.

"Fuck...I just feel like I can retire and enjoy life."

He stood up in anger and threw the file bag into Levi's arms, "Look at it carefully, if there is no problem, sign it, and we will move in a few days."

The future Roanapra no longer has their place, and perhaps the Philippines is a good choice.

If Zhang Weixin wants to restart his business there, he must also need trusted partners.

Laiwei's unfree personality cannot retire like him.

Instead of waiting for her to join a gang, it would be better to hand over the Black Reef to her.

Levi rushed to take the document bag. After opening it, it contained a company transfer contract, a new identity document, and a check of 500,000 US dollars.

She supported her chin with her hands and subconsciously bit her fingers with her lips, feeling more and more that Dutch wouldn't really have a terminal illness.
To be continued...