Liu Handong's guess was correct. This was the safe house of the Overseas Operations Office of the Ministry of National Security in Kabul. The annihilation of training camps was the job of the military. It was the business of the special agents of the Ministry of National Security to arrest people for interrogation and secret escort.
The safe house, as the name suggests, ensures safety first. It is located in a residential area and looks no different from other private houses. However, it has a secret inside, including weapons, food and water, communication tools, medical equipment, and of course a permanent staff.
The van drove into the garage of the safe house amidst the sound of dogs barking. The rolling shutter door was immediately pulled down and the garage lights came on. The owner of the safe house, a man who looked like a local, stepped forward to open the door and helped the injured person out.
come out.
The original driver of the van was hit on the back of the head by a guy and suffered a slight concussion, but it was not life-threatening. It seemed that his American counterparts were being merciful.
The armed police soldiers also escorted Aishan out and put a black bag on his head. Everyone came out of the garage and went upstairs. The man introduced himself as Aisiti and shook hands with everyone enthusiastically. It seemed that he had not seen him for a long time.
Communicated face to face with people from China.
There are cameras all around the safe house. You can immediately detect someone approaching. Essetti took out a pile of ice cubes from the refrigerator and wrapped them in towels to give cold compresses to the wounded. The assistant military attaché reported the latest situation to the embassy using the safe house's confidential phone number.
Two armed policemen were guarding Aishan. Liu Handong was bored and opened the refrigerator door to get a bottle of drink, but saw refrigerated plasma.
"There are all kinds of blood types. There is also an operating table and a shadowless lamp here." Essetti came over and helped Liu Handong get a can of Red Bull drink, and introduced him in a friendly manner without asking about the other party's unit. Agents are not police officers, and their identity determines them.
These sensitive questions will not be asked.
"Have you been here for a long time?" Liu Handong struck up a conversation friendly.
"It's been some years." Essetti answered vaguely.
"Your Chinese is very good." Liu Handong thought for a while and added, "Better than any Afghan I have ever seen."
Esseti burst out laughing: "That's because I'm Chinese, oh, Tajik, and I graduated from the Institute for Nationalities."
Liu Handong suddenly realized that Afghanistan itself has a Tajik ethnic group, and sending Tajik agents is indeed the best cover.
After the military attache's assistant finished the phone call, he came over and said to Liu Handong in a slightly embarrassed manner: "We don't have enough manpower, we need your support."
Liu Handong agreed happily: "No problem."
The Assistant Attaché was very happy. One more person would provide more insurance, especially if this person had experienced actual combat, it would be even more helpful.
"Have you ever been in the military?" the military attaché's assistant handed over a cigarette and spoke deliberately.
"Fourteenth Army, Automobile Regiment." Liu Handong took the cigarette, took out a lighter and lit it himself.
The two armed police soldiers showed a slightly sarcastic expression. The auto soldiers belong to the logistics force and are completely different from elites like them who graduated from the special police academy.
However, the assistant military attache showed an admiring look: "No wonder your driving skills are so good. What type of car do you drive in the army?"
"Steyr, heavy truck." Liu Handong said, "I often take the Yunnan-Tibet line."
The two little crew chiefs looked at each other, the mockery in their eyes getting stronger.
…
Thousands of miles away, in the Ministry of National Security building, some people were evaluating Liu Handong's combat effectiveness. All his information and files were retrieved and displayed on a large screen.
"A veteran who has been eliminated from the army." A certain political leader said disdainfully.
"He has killed more people than many special forces who have experienced actual combat." Song Jianfeng, general manager of Zhongyanhuang, explained seriously that he also has another identity, that is, a member of the National Energy Security Team, which is the same as the Ministry of National Security.
, are all under the leadership of the National Security Commission.
This operation originally had nothing to do with Zhong Yanhuang, but the participation of two dark horses made Song Jianfeng and Zhong Yanhuang qualified to participate in a meeting of this level.
One of the dark horses is naturally Liu Handong, who completely annihilated the East-Turkish Training Camp. He is an employee of Zhongyanhuang, even though he has been employed for less than a week.
Another dark horse is Zheng Jiayi from the Zhongyanhuang Financial Department. This woman's courageous behavior is the key to victory, and her reckless behavior not only did not cause diplomatic disputes, but also won Karzai's favor. This is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
The ideal effect that he dreamed of but could not achieve, and Song Jianfeng, who endorsed Zheng Jiayi's delegation of power, gained power as a result. After reporting his work to the General Secretary, his status within the party has been subtly improved.
Another leader in charge of business spoke up: "The most serious problem at present is the shortage of manpower. We have no field agents in Kabul. The embassy has many security tasks. It is impossible to stay in the safe house all the time. It is always good to have one more person."
Yes, I think it is necessary for Liu Handong to stay there until military reinforcements arrive."
The closest support force to Kabul is the General Staff's T Troop. Although this troop is trained for infiltration strikes and is not good at protecting VIPs, it can't control so many people at this time. As long as it's someone who can shoot.
Gotta push it up.
Luo Han of Troop T and the A Troop directly under him have received the order to leave the group and march towards Kabul. The order above is that they must arrive within five hours. They don't care what method Luo Han uses. In short, if he fails to arrive within the stipulated time, it is a violation.
Military orders.
Arhat and his team were traveling through the night to Kabul. The distance from Baghlan to Kabul was not far, but it was all mountainous. There were no helicopters and we had to drive cars. The unmarked Land Rover off-road vehicle was driving on the bumpy dirt road.
, setting off a burst of smoke and dust.
The soldiers all wore simple disguises and were dressed like mercenaries from European and American defense companies. Cheng Weiguo took the time to sleep holding his M700 sniper rifle. He had a great time fighting this battle. If it was not prohibited by military regulations, he would really want to use it.
The dagger carved five marks on the butt of the gun to show his impressive achievements.
Luohan looked at the luminous watch anxiously. Time was very tight. He knew the importance of the task, so he stepped on the accelerator deeply and drove the stolen Land Rover as if it was flying.
There are five people in Team A. Luo Han is the commander, Cheng Weiguo is the sniper, and the other three people are the assaulter, fire supporter and correspondent. Everyone has received battlefield rescue training and has experienced actual combat. They know what they are doing.
What, he also understood that if he unfortunately died in battle, his body would not be transported back to the country, but would be burned into a pile of bones with white phosphorus bombs.
The team performs a protection mission, but its weapons and equipment are no less than those of the offensive lineup. In addition to sniper rifles and an M249 paratrooper-type light machine gun, there are also two throw-away AT4cs anti-tank rocket launchers. Even if they encounter enemy forces,
Even if armored vehicles are dispatched, there will be no counterattack.
…
Zheng Jiayi returned to her room in the embassy dormitory area. She had just attended a private dinner held by Zarzai. The former Afghan president still maintained great influence. His guests were all distinguished. Zheng Jiayi's
Charm and Harvard experience won her over.
But this is not what Zheng Jiayi cares about. She understands her responsibilities and is a member of the Zhongyanhuang emergency response team. However, the team's mission has changed from rescuing hostages to escorting separatists back to the country.
Having a good relationship with Afghanistan's political and military leaders is naturally helpful in completing the mission, but more importantly, you have to rely on yourself. The ambassador is on his way back to Kabul, but the Ministry of Foreign Affairs expressed his unwillingness to get involved because of the kidnapping of people from friendly countries.
Going back does not conform to the image of a responsible big country. Only a country as unsophisticated as Israel would take such foolish actions, so no matter what, criminals cannot enter the embassy.
Zheng Jiayi changed out of her dress, went to the confidential room of the embassy, and used a confidential radio to communicate with the country. Song Jianfeng instructed her to cooperate with relevant departments to complete the task.
"From now on, Liu Handong is no longer affiliated with the Peshawar Thermal Power Plant Project Department. He is under your command." Song Jianfeng seemed to be in a high mood, "Jiayi, your father is proud of you."
"Understood, Uncle Song." Zheng Jiayi put down the phone, her heart pounding. She knew what she was involved in. This was something that a spy could do, and should not be left to a woman working in a financial investment bank.
But the motherland needs it, and there is no reason to retreat.
…
It was late at night, and the assistant military attache received a phone call. After saying a few words, he handed the phone to Liu Handong.
On the other end of the phone was Zheng Jiayi. She told Liu Handong that from now on you will be at my disposal and you must take good care of Aishan before the support arrives.
"What if someone wants to snatch him away?" Liu Handong asked.
"Then they can only get the corpse." When Zheng Jiayi said this, her body was shaking slightly. She was an ordinary person, not a ruthless agent. This experience made her feel exciting and terrifying.
"Understood." Liu Handong said, "I know how to do it."
"Pay attention to safety, the safe house may not be safe." Zheng Jiayi said that this was what the military attache told her. The Chinese intelligence force in Kabul is very weak and is far less capable than the Americans in penetrating every corner. The pursuers have not yet appeared.
It doesn't mean others don't know your whereabouts.
After making the call, the assistant military attaché said with a serious expression: "Comrade Liu Handong, you are a soldier. I won't say much. The situation we are facing now is very dangerous. I authorize you to use weapons, but you must obey orders."
"Yes!" Liu Handong saluted with a military salute.
The assistant military attaché nodded to Essetti, who opened the gun cabinet embedded in the wall. Inside was a row of long guns, magazines, grenades and gas masks.
Liu Handong took an AK74U short rifle. This gun is very suitable for indoor combat. The brown-red synthetic magazine can hold thirty rounds of bullets. It is said that this gun is my favorite and was used when fighting the Soviet Union in Afghanistan.
Even when the SEAL team killed him, there was such a gun beside him.
"Will the Americans come?" an armed police soldier asked, his lips a little dry.
"The Americans won't come, but we can't guarantee that people from the base won't come." The assistant military attache clicked and loaded the magazine of the automatic rifle in his hand.