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Chapter 975

Looking at the bulletproof Land Rover, which seemed to be possessed by Optimus Prime and Bumblebee, and was invulnerable, rushing towards his direction, Tim almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Because not only this bulletproof Land Rover, but also all the Land Rovers of the CIA Operations Office, are all customized to the Land Rover company for the situation in Afghanistan where they may be attacked by al-Qaeda armed forces at any time.

The entire vehicle is bulletproof and can withstand all automatic rifles and shotguns with the exception of anti-material sniper rifles and large-caliber heavy machine guns.

In addition, the car's chassis has also been specially reinforced to withstand grenade explosions.

This also means that Tim and the CIA Operations Division members around him cannot intercept this bulletproof Land Rover that is rushing towards them at high speed.

At this moment, Tim felt deeply as if he had shot his foot with a rock. Moreover, the foot was swollen and suffered a comminuted fracture.

Bang!

The bulletproof Land Rover directly smashed through the wall of the market, broke a big hole, and rushed out of the market, leaving Tim and others in the market with red car taillights and exhaust fumes.

From the CIA's intelligence branch in Afghanistan, Robert followed the progress of the operation in real time through the images sent back by the micro cameras in the tactical glasses of the members of the operations unit.

Originally, when Robert saw Wesley being blocked in the market by the Blue Team and Red Team of the Operations Department, unable to escape, he felt extremely relaxed. The stone that had been weighing on his heart for many days finally fell. Facing Forty

The operations team members were blocked both inside and outside. Even if Wesley was extremely capable, he would not be able to escape.

But the development of things was completely beyond Robert's expectation. Someone suddenly rushed into the market and rescued Wesley!

Robert was angry, completely furious. He smashed the cigar he had held in his mouth for a few puffs on the ground. The fine Havana cigar, which was thicker than his thumb, bounced a few times on the ground.

, after splashing out a few sparks, it was extinguished.

Robert grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled angrily: "Chase him! We must catch him!"

Tim released the microphone from his throat and smiled bitterly. Chase? He wanted to chase them, but how could he catch up with them now?

In the intelligence branch, Robert sat on the chair in the office and took out a cigar from the cigarette case. Instead of trimming it thinly with his golden cigar cutter as usual, he bit it directly into his mouth. He started shaking with trembling hands.

, after breaking three pine matches in a row, he lit the cigarette.

Robert took a deep breath, letting the spicy mist circulate in his lungs, then sprayed it out from his mouth and nose. A stack of information was placed in front of him. These were all based on Wesley's records in the intelligence database.

, and then print it out.

Robert smoked cigarettes one after another, and the office was filled with spicy light blue smoke. When only one-third of the cigar in his hand was smoked, Robert finally made up his mind and stood up from the safe.

He took out an encrypted mobile phone and dialed Silenkot's number.

Wesley was rescued. This matter cannot be concealed, and Robert himself will certainly not be able to conceal it.

The phone was quickly connected, and Silenkot's calm and confident voice came from the phone. "How did things go?"

"I found Wesley, and the operations department has already set off..." Robert organized his words, trying to absolve him of responsibility.

"Where are the people?" Silenkot asked again, his tone somewhat dissatisfied with Robert's excuse.

"Run away, sir!"

Robert gritted his teeth and told the whole story. "At that time, the operations department had trapped Wesley in the market and injured him; but at this critical moment, someone rushed in and rescued him."

"We can't even catch a single person. It seems that the CIA's actions are nothing more than this." Silenkot snorted coldly and said, "If I had known this, I should have let the 'Shadow' take action!"

"Sir, this is completely unexpected..."

"I don't care if it was an accident or not. All I know is that Wesley ran away from under your nose!"

Robert wanted to defend something, but before he could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by Silenkot, "Remember, you are also involved in this matter! The two of us are sitting on the same boat now. Once something happens, no one can escape.

Don’t fall!”

"Yes, sir."

Robert wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Although Robert was the head of the CIA's intelligence branch in Afghanistan, he had no confidence at all when speaking in front of the powerful Major General Siren Cote.

"Although we didn't catch Wesley this time, we still found some clues." Robert picked up the thick pile of information on the table and said, "We took the photos of the people who rescued Wesley from the scene.

, the image skeleton was compared with the images of personnel that occurred in the border battle with Patan, and the similarity rate was over 80%; and according to Wesley's login to the intelligence database to check the information records about Abdullah, basically

It can be determined that the guys who rescued Wesley were the armed men who appeared in the border battle with Patan."

On the other end of the phone, Silenkot said softly "Oh", obviously aroused by Robert's words.

"You said that the other party checked the information about Abdullah?" Silenkot picked up the red wine glass on the table, drank the blood-red red wine in one gulp, then picked up a neatly trimmed cigar, and used

Lighter lit.

"Yes. They checked all the hiding places of Abdullah in Afghanistan that we suspected, as well as the places where he might go in and out," Robert replied.

"It seems that they have not given up on assassinating Abdullah and plan to take action against Abdullah."

Silenkot picked up the cigar, took a puff, and after thinking quickly for a moment, he ordered Robert: "Let your informant find a way to reveal to Abdullah the news that they want to take action against Abdullah.

Yes, I believe Abdullah will know what to do after learning the news."

"I understand, I know what to do." Robert was not an idiot. After Silenkot said this, he immediately understood what he wanted to do.

Silenkot intended to use the help of the "Jihad" organization to kill Luo Hao and others who rescued Wesley. If Wesley also followed them, Silenkot could just take this opportunity to kill them in one fell swoop.

Get rid of them all.

Silenkot hung up the phone and crumpled the burning cigar in his hand into a ball, not caring at all about the pain caused by the burning of his palm by the hot cigarette butt.

Silenkot's eyes were cold and he said to himself: "You shouldn't have gotten involved in this matter, but since you have gotten involved, let's finish it with Wesley." (To be continued...

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