When a fierce battle broke out in the waters of Comoros, Boris, who was far away in the French island base, did not know all this.
The lights in the room were bright, and the fan was still blowing lazily. Shaking your head, melodious music flowed from a miniature speaker set. It was the piano of the famous French composer Claude Archdebussy.
Song——"Moonlight".
Boris still crossed his slender legs on the table. He put his right hand and left hand on the table and tapped it gently, as if he was hitting invisible keys. He held a wide-mouthed glass in his right hand.
It contained amber liquor - but it was no longer the bottle of Scotch single malt whiskey that M had sent before. He had replaced it with a bottle of Basmaya from the Gascogne region in southwest France.
In Boris's view, single malt Scotch whiskey is like foot-washing water in front of Maya.
The phone on the table rang.
Boris's eyes were instantly attracted, he grabbed the microphone and put it to his ear.
"I'm Boris."
On the other end of the phone was one of his downline spies who had been stationed in Comoro and worked in the palace. He could also be regarded as a pair of Boris's eyes inside Comoro.
Offline's voice on the phone was low and cautious. Should he interrupt for a moment? It seemed that the place where he was making calls was not very safe. He had to pay attention to his surroundings to avoid anyone discovering him.
After a minute, Boris put down the phone and poured all the wine in the glass into his mouth.
Things seem to be getting more and more interesting.
…
The territorial waters of Comoro and the skies near the firefight area.
The two Mirage 2000s have already circled more than half of their planned flight route, and in half an hour they will be able to return safely without incident.
At this moment, the lead pilot at the front of the two-plane formation suddenly broke the communication silence.
"Nightingale 2, on the sea to the right, about 6 kilometers away, there is a firefight."
The wingman seemed to notice it too.
"Nightingale No. 1, I saw it. They seemed to be fighting lively. Should I lower my altitude to confirm the identities of both parties?"
"Nightingale 2, permission to lower altitude, pay attention to their firepower."
"Nightingale 1, don't worry, they probably don't have anti-air missiles."
After saying that, he lowered the nose of the plane and flew towards the fire on the sea.
Soon, the wingman passed over the sea at low altitude, then gently pulled the nose of the aircraft and flew back to an altitude of 2,000 meters.
"Nightingale 1, confirmed the identities of both parties. Two are rubber boats, which appear to be members of the X Mercenary Group. Four of our domestically produced Manta-class high-speed interceptor boats appear to be members of the Comoro Navy.
." The wingman pilot asked: "What should we do? Should we fire on the X mercenary group?"
"Nightingale 2, don't fire for the time being. I must ask Lieutenant Colonel Boris for instructions." The lead pilot immediately began to call the base: "Base base, call Lieutenant Colonel Boris, this is Nightingale 1."
"The base received it, please speak."
"Northwest of Comoro, about a hundred nautical miles away from Tanna Island, four Manta-class high-speed interceptor boats of the Comoro Navy and two rubber boats of the
Moro navy attacks mercenaries?”
"Please wait."
The officers on duty at the base did not seem to have relevant instructions, but one thing was obviously that Boris had told them that any situation should be reported to him first, and they must obtain his permission before they can authorize firing.
…
In the office, Boris fell into deep thought.
The offline phone call just now brought a shocking news - Gary had been killed by the Black Sun mercenaries in the office, and now the Black Sun mercenaries have withdrawn from Comoro and are missing. The entire country is temporarily controlled by Lausanne, but
Signs of riots have begun to appear in various places.
The whole news is quite surprising.
Boris did not expect that Gary, who had been talking to him on the phone dozens of minutes ago, was now a cold corpse.
He did not expect that the people of the Black Sun Organization would be so ruthless and would strike at any time. Although he had guessed before, perhaps the Black Sun Organization silenced Gary, who knew too much, in order to cover up its dirty dealings.
The original guess was when Qin Fei was about to break through Comoro, not today.
Video materials have appeared on the dark web, and Boris had to admire Qin Fei's execution.
He didn't know where Qin Fei got the intelligence source and obtained those crucial evidences.
This is much more powerful than what was obtained from the raid on Malo Island. It can only be said that Gary has no legal resistance in the face of this evidence and is completely finished.
The action and layout this time was simply perfect.
Qin Fei is a master of tactics, and there is really no adulteration at all.
Boris was thinking about how to contact Qin Fei next. Now Qin Fei has a good hand, with evidence, troops, and Princess Charlotte, who is the most popular among the people of Comoros.
It can almost be said that Qin Fei won a great victory in this political gamble.
The phone on the table rang again.
Boris picked up the phone and heard the voice of the officer on duty.
"Lieutenant Colonel, the Nightingale flight team has discovered that the navy and the X mercenary group are exchanging fire in the northwest waters of Comoro. The pilot asks for instructions whether to fire and who to fire at? Or to evacuate directly?"
"Who do you want to fire?"
Boris's heart moved slightly.
A thought flashed through his mind for a moment.
Fire at the X mercenary group.
The cards in Qin Fei's hand were so good that he seemed a little passive when interacting with him. He had previously suggested that he go to Malo Island for a sneak attack, but he actually changed his plan. On the surface, he informed himself that he was going to Malo Island, but he actually went there.
Tanna Island.
What's even more frightening is that he actually obtained more important information and evidence in the palace on Tanna Island.
This proves that Qin Fei already had another source of intelligence, and it was more effective than his own.
This is an uncontrollable character.
As an intelligence chief, Boris is used to controlling others and does not like to be restricted by others.
In that moment, Boris almost blurted out and told the attendant to let two Mirage 2000s kill Qin Fei.
In this way, it seems that the person negotiating with him will be Charlotte. Charlotte, a prostitute, is much easier to control than someone like Qin Fei.
This is really a bold and tempting idea.
Boris does not deny that he is an adventurer. People who are intelligence managers often have to take risks on some things. This is Boris's style.
It's not easy to kill two rubber boats. It can be done with two missiles.
Or do nothing, sit back and let the Mirage 2000 return, and the four interceptor boats should be able to take down the X mercenary group.