Demi is nineteen years old and is in her rebellious adolescence. Her character has both her mother’s unrestrained enthusiasm and her father’s meticulousness. Girls of this age like to daydream, and Demi is no exception. Europe
The thrilling journey made her feel like she had become the heroine in a Hollywood movie, and the mysterious oriental man Bruce became an eternal legend in her heart.
The first impression often affects people's thinking. In Demi's mind, Bruce is the embodiment of justice, and her father is the spokesperson of evil forces. Of course, this has something to do with her wandering life when she was young and lack of father's love.
At this moment, she feels like she has become a female spy lurking in the dark castle. For the sake of black Africa, which is suffering deeply, and for the cause of justice and light, she must find out Richard's next plan.
However, there was so much information in the computer that it was impossible to read it all at once. However, this did not bother Demi. She took out a large-capacity mobile hard drive, plugged in the data cable, and packaged and downloaded all the files in Thorpe's computer.
While downloading the file, shaking her head and listening to the music on her iPhone 4, Demi suddenly had an idea. She thought that Richard suddenly went to Washington, maybe there was some conspiracy, and she wanted to make a phone call to find out the truth. After thinking about it, she decided to use another method.
Apple mobile phones have a function that can lock another mobile phone for GPS positioning, and Demi's mobile phone can locate Richard's mobile phone. After operating it for a while, she got Richard's current coordinates, which is located in
The border between Washington, D.C. and Virginia, along the Potomac River.
Opening Google Earth and entering the longitude and latitude coordinates, Demi was stunned. That was the seat of the CIA. Richard was just a mining businessman. What was he doing there? Being influenced by Hollywood movies for a long time allowed Demi to make a quick judgment.
Father must be looking for someone to deal with Bruce. Those old and cunning CIA agents are not good people.
At this time, Richard Thorpe was indeed in the CIA building, but his mobile phone was not with him. It was placed in the guard room at the gate, because communication tools and cameras were not allowed into the CIA office area.
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In a small reception room, Thorpe turned the paper coffee cup in his hand, feeling a little uneasy. After all, this was his first time dealing with the CIA. God knows how many secrets these agents with great eyes and hands know about him.
Five minutes later, a tall black man in casual clothes walked in, wearing a crisp suit, a white shirt and a scarlet tie. There was a small national flag logo on the collar. He knew at a glance that he was a government employee. He introduced himself.
: "Hello, I'm Colonel John Miller."
Thorpe shook hands with him and said: "Hello, Colonel, I am Richard Thorpe, CEO of Brayman Mining."
The colonel sat down and said: "I started to get involved in this matter after I received the call from the senator. According to the photos sent back by our satellite, General Kuba's troops have failed, and the mercenary colonel's troops will enter tomorrow."
City, by the way, he is Colonel Faulkner, we met once in South Africa. This man is very good at fighting, and General Kuba is no match for him."
"Yes, Colonel, Faulkner is very talented in fighting, but in fact I have lost control of him, so I want to ask for your help."
Colonel Miller raised his eyebrows and said to the assistant behind him: "Go get two cups of coffee. Mr. Thorpe's coffee is cold."
The assistant turned around and went out. Colonel Miller spread his hands and said, "Okay sir, what can I do for you?"
Thorpe said: "I believe that a democratically elected regime is more in line with the values and core interests of the United States."
"I very much agree with your opinion, but please forgive me, as far as I know, there is no democratically elected government in Western Saddamoa."
"Yes, when His Royal Highness Bobby dies and the foreign mercenaries completely withdraw from Western Saddamoa, someone will organize a popular election at that time," Thorpe said.
Colonel Miller stared at Thorpe for thirty seconds and said: "Okay, I think I understand what you mean. His Highness Bobby must disappear from this world to meet the core interests of Brayman Mining, right?"
At this time, the assistant came in with two cups of coffee. Thorpe took one cup and raised it and said: "Yes, Colonel, such a result is in line with the core interests of Brayman Mining, the interests of the United States, and of course yours, isn't it?
What?"
Colonel Miller laughed and patted Thorpe on the shoulder: "Come on, I'll take you to see something good."
The two of them walked forward along the long corridor, busy men and women passing by quickly. The CIA Langley Building was always so busy every day and night. Thorp had a temporary pass on his chest, which allowed him to enter and exit all except classified units.
All offices except.
Colonel Miller took him to a command room. The computers here were connected to spy satellites in space and could see anything happening in any corner of the earth. Thorpe himself also used Google Earth, and he paid for it.
It's accurate enough to see the models of cars and dogs in the garden, but it's child's play compared to the CIA's. The resolution of spy satellites can clearly see the text on the newspaper held in a person's hand.
Because the satellite was orbiting, all that was visible was a still photo of San Juan. The operator showed Thorpe an overhead view of the city and what was happening on specific streets. Thorpe noticed that many people were raising their families.
As they fled San Juan with their families, the docks and roads out of the city were crowded with people, and the area around General Cuba's mansion was filled with sandbags and machine guns and mortars were set up.
"It seems that General Kuba is unwilling to fail." Colonel Miller commented while holding a cigar.
Thorpe nodded: "No one is willing to fail. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, we must persevere. This is probably especially true for Kuba, who is a soldier."
Miller said contemptuously: "I would rather believe that Kuba insisted on staying in San Juan and resisting to the end because no country was willing to accept his exile."
Thorpe said with a smile: "I admire Bowser more than Bobby. Sometimes it is much easier and simpler to deal with a reckless man than a gentleman."
Miller asked the operator to call up photos outside San Juan. His Majesty Bobby's army had occupied the airport. Soldiers with high morale and off-road military vehicles parked in a row could be seen. Thorpe pointed at the screen and said: "Can you
They were wiped out."
"Based on our capabilities, of course we can, but this violates international law. Without the authorization of the United Nations and the order of the president, it is impossible for us to intervene in a country's civil war," Miller said.
Thorpe said: "Of course there are other ways. That's what the CIA does, right?"
Colonel Miller shrugged noncommittally and led Thorpe out of the control room. The two discussed some details of the operation in detail and finally finalized the plan. When saying goodbye, the colonel warmly shook Thorpe's hand and said, "For me,
I say hello to the Senator, oh, and Sir Howard."
Thorp was secretly surprised. The CIA was indeed not a vegetarian, and nothing could escape their eyes. In fact, it was his boss behind the scenes, Sir Howard of Leituo's board of directors, who contacted Miller through a U.S. senator.
Colonel, and Colonel Miller is not entirely from the CIA. His background is quite complicated and cannot be speculated by common sense, but what is certain is that he is the kind of person who transcends the constraints of laws and rules and only serves the powerful.
After leaving the CIA Langley Building, Thorpe got into his bulletproof Cadillac and headed straight for New York. He was so anxious to go back to meet an important person. He was very concerned about his future and even the future of Leituo Mining.
An important person.
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West Africa, West Sadamoa San Juan International Airport, a new Gulfstream G550 long-range business jet adds a lot of beauty to the backward airport. The aircraft is taxiing slowly, and His Royal Highness Bobby sees it through the glass window in the terminal.
When this private jet, which sells for tens of millions of dollars, stood up involuntarily, he shouted: "Lay out the red carpet, send out an honor guard and a military band!"
Little Arthur, who was standing aside, grinned. His Highness had been very good to him recently and basically never touched him. Sometimes he would even reward him with some valuable gadgets. Although little Arthur was not old, he was very smart.
, he knew that this was the treatment that Mr. Liu helped him obtain, and it was a secret only between the two of them.
His Royal Highness Bobby was originally most worried that these Chinese people did not have sufficient funds, but the facts convinced him that the Chinese were far richer than the Americans, and they were kind in doing things. Compared with Thorpe and Brayman Mining, Liu Ziguang and him
The team is clearly a better partner.
The plane gradually came to a stop. A group of black people rushed over and hurriedly spread a roll of dirty red carpet under the cabin door. Then more than ten honor guards carrying rifles lined up, standing at attention and holding guns. The military band
The trumpet and bass drum began to play, and the cabin door was opened and lowered. The first person to come out was Liu Ziguang, then Zhao Hui and Hu Qingsong. After seeing this, everyone exchanged glances and grinned.
His Royal Highness Bobby came forward to greet him personally. Chen Martin and Li Jianguo, as well as ministers from the government-in-exile came forward to shake hands. Xu Yukai, Wang Wenjun and others who were walking at the back were all dumbfounded and said to themselves that Brother Liu is too awesome and dares to lead us.
I am here for a visit abroad. The black uncle in the beige hunting suit is probably either the president or the king.
When they arrived at the terminal office, Zhao Hui and Hu Qingsong, who were in suits and ties, couldn't help but untie their ties and take off their suits. It was too hot here and the air conditioner was broken. Only the ceiling fan slowly rotated the blades. Fortunately, the refrigerator
Yes, His Highness's attendants brought cups of iced drinks for everyone to relieve the heat.
His Highness Bobby said reservedly: "According to reliable information, Kuba has been exiled overseas. The rebels proposed surrender conditions to me the day before yesterday. After careful consideration, my cabinet and I decided to agree to their conditions for the future of the country and officially enter the country tomorrow."
San Juan, my coronation ceremony is this weekend, I hope everyone can attend."