Dao Ye's premonition was correct. Although he sent out capable men to hang the blue van from a distance and followed the situation very carefully, he still fell into the eyes of interested people.
This was originally a trap, and the person lurking behind the scenes is more powerful than imagined.
"Oh, Captain George, those idiots took the bait, and their reaction was really slow. We have been following him from New York to Los Angeles for more than ten days, and it turns out that these idiots didn't react until now."
"Pay attention and don't take it lightly. There are a few tough guys in this group who were once outstanding agents in the bureau."
"Wow...is this Hong Kong guy's butt so delicious that even a senior FBI agent wants to lick it?"
"Shut up! Mark Simmons, just do your own thing."
Captain George is a typical British-American, with a distinctive aquiline nose. The hairline on his head has receded dangerously under the age of 40. He is wearing a fitted dark suit and stands with a gloomy face.
Watching the monitor in the room.
in the monitor
It was a real-time image transmitted from a military medium-sized drone at an altitude of 2,000 feet. After learning that the other party had taken the bait, the military medium-sized drone quickly took off and flew over the scene, showing everything clearly and accurately.
As can be seen from the image, five vehicles marked with red circles and blue vans enter the city from a distance. They move in a very orderly manner and will switch to follow the vehicles after a period of time.
This technique seems familiar, but it is actually a tracking tactic commonly used by the FBI.
There is also a low-flying small drone suspended in the air, transmitting the footage back in real time. It seems to be a fairly advanced model, and the technological means mastered by the tracker are quite professional.
It's a pity that all of this fell into disrepair in the face of the world's top optoelectronic integrated reconnaissance equipment of military medium-sized unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.
As a counterintelligence and intelligence unit, Captain George's department has great power.
Military reconnaissance equipment and even satellite surveillance can be used to not only monitor some sensitive groups, but also to control billionaires and high-society figures at home and abroad, using all possible methods.
The world's richest man, Wang Yaocheng, is well-known. As his business empire continues to expand and his influence becomes increasingly important, it is not surprising that he is included in the key monitoring list.
The problem is;
As a very influential figure in the global financial community, Wang Yaocheng has established a close network of relationships in the upper class of the United States. Many senators, governors and even the commander-in-chief himself are guests at the Mediterranean Manor. This makes the head of the intelligence unit very special.
fear.
If you accidentally expose it, you may not be able to eat and walk around.
This is a confidential stress test plan that examines the security-related and various aspects of the Wang Consortium in detail, with the purpose of exposing its hidden power.
Conduct a detailed assessment of whether there is any collusion with foreign intelligence agencies with the intention of harming U.S. national security.
In a word, it's still persecutory paranoia syndrome.
Most of these stress-testing programs are child's play, with the final assessments locked away in a safe year after year.
For a globally influential business giant like the Wang Consortium, the relevant U.S. intelligence agencies have detailed files and will never ignore them.
When it comes to a sense of crisis, no one else has a sense of crisis.
A large amount of funds and personnel of intelligence agencies are consumed in these meaningless investigations. There is a saying in China that can be summed up, that is, if you have money and nowhere to spend it, you will be in trouble.
This is not just for the Wang Group, including the Fuso Mitsubishi Group, the Sumitomo Group, the Mitsui Group... the Boston Group, the Cleveland Group, the Rockefeller Group... as well as major European wealth families, etc., in the relevant intelligence and governance units.
Rows of tall filing cabinets have special places for storage, and they are covered with dust.
The Americans cast a wide net all over the world, and they can always catch some small fish.
Such stress testing plans are not without success. For example, some testing plans targeting old financial oligarchs or people who are more sensitive than him have led to the introduction of deep-hidden foreign intelligence and governance units, and related plans have benefited a lot.
"Captain George, these guys behind you are really tough to deal with. It's really possible to catch a big fish this time. I suggest you conduct an extreme fire test to see what good things they are hiding."
"Shut up! Mark Simmons, this is an illegal act without permission. Just do your part."
George was unimpressed with his subordinates' hasty suggestions, which would really lead to big trouble.
Generally speaking
The stress test program begins quietly and ends quietly. Sometimes there is no response at all to the tests of these billionaires or dignitaries in the political, business and financial circles. Sometimes it attracts the attention of the local police. Sometimes bodyguards drive.
Wild pursuits, sometimes resulting in outcry when caught.
In any case, the commotion will not be too big.
It is true that there are not many cases where professional counterattack forces are deployed like the Wang Consortium. The suggestion from my subordinate, Agent Mark Simmons, came from this.
However, it should be taken into account that this operation was not authorized by the superior department for the extreme fire test. Once it exceeds the authority, it will be illegal and the consequences will be extremely serious.
As the name suggests, the extreme fire test is two levels higher than the ordinary stress test;
The purpose is to exert extreme pressure through a series of actions, and even lay out fire traps to lure the opponent into taking the bait. This is often accompanied by fierce exchanges of fire and repeated fights, and the rabbit will bite when it is anxious.
Death and injury are inevitable under a hail of bullets, and only in this way will the ultimate pressure be exerted on the target.
Likewise, the consequences are extremely serious and must be approved by a senior official at or above the deputy director-general in charge of counterintelligence operations.
As the head of the FBI in California, senior senior agent George has no right to approve this risky plan without authorization. This is completely different from the ordinary stress test and requires real swords and guns to fight.
When necessary, the bureau's anti-terrorist special forces must be mobilized to provide support, which involves the participation of many departments. Just coordinating actions is a troublesome task.
If you really hook a big fish from a foreign intelligence unit, your promotion and reward will be a sure thing, and your personal resume will also be recorded with glory.
If not, that would be bad.
I'm afraid that the superior supervisors will not be able to withstand the violent counterattack that will follow. The White House commander is angry, the senators are angry, the business leaders are angry, the governor is angry, the prosecutors are angry...
The best result is that you, the little miscellaneous fish, will be thrown out and take the blame, and your career will be ruined in the end.
Just thinking about the serious consequences makes people feel chilly. In a highly developed free business society like the United States, the boss king is a figure at the top of the wealth pyramid, and he associates with countless celebrities and political and business figures.
A detailed look at the boss king's dating list will make one's scalp numb. There are many wealthy businessmen, high-ranking officials and dignitaries. The big companies with close business ties are so famous that it can be said that one hair can affect the whole body.
The boss king is the second largest individual shareholder of Disney, Time Warner, World News Media Group, Microsoft, and the largest individual shareholder of Johnson & Johnson, Pfizer and Merck. Together with Microsoft, Goldman Sachs, Blackstone Fund,
Sequoia Fund, Citibank and other top Wall Street companies have close and extensive connections.
He is also a close friend of Commander-in-Chief George and California Governor Schwarzenegger, a well-known support group tycoon of the Elephant Party, and has close personal relationships with many bigwigs on Capitol Hill.
Not to mention the boss king's assets all over the United States and a huge employee base of hundreds of thousands, which adds a lot of weight to its super heavy weight and tonnage.
HSBC, Global Communications, Cisco, Apple, Corning, Atlantic Business Machines, Marvel Animation, Google...
These are large employers with tens of thousands of employees, and their social influence is even greater.
To act rashly for such a big shot in the financial world, you must have the mentality of a gambler who dares to stroke the tiger's beard.
If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person.
"Listen...Boss, I think this is going to be very interesting."
Mark Simmons drove a blue van and stopped at a red light intersection. He looked at the gray Volvo five or six cars away in the rearview mirror, chewing gum in his mouth and said;
"I bet these bastards are all trained veterans. Yes, I've dealt with them in London and Frankfurt. I can smell their unique odor from 10 miles away. We
I’m sure I’ll catch a big fish this time.”
Captain George's embarrassed voice came from the in-car shortwave radio;
"Shut up! You guy, don't drag us with you if you want to die. The boss is a big shot. No one is allowed to act without orders from superiors."
"Are you scared?"
"I'm afraid it'll be too late for you to go to hell, idiot."
"hehe……"
Mark Simmons casually closed the call channel and glanced at the car.
Inside the closed van, there were densely packed listening devices and surveillance screens, with countless red and green signal lights flashing. Inside, two agents, a man and a woman, were sitting at work.
There is only a long and narrow window leading from the front cab to the rear, which can be used for simple communication.
"Hi... Elena, Kandel, what do you two think? Are you willing to have a big fight with me?"
"Go away and do your own thing."
"Wow... Wow, little brother Kandel is scared. Should he hide in his mother's arms and cry? Use your pig brain to think about it. You have been doing these dirty and dirty jobs for many years, and you can't get ahead in eight lifetimes.
, we have to do something big to get the higher ups to take us seriously, and only then can we stand out and be reused. Opportunities are rare, man, where can you find another person with such an influence, and he's not even American."
Kandel raised his head after hearing this. He looked like a man in his 30s with a science degree. He looked at the female colleague Elena next to him searchingly. When he saw Elena shaking her head helplessly, he already knew what the other person was thinking.
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"We won't go crazy with you, Mark Simmons. I remind you that you must know what you are doing and don't cross the line. Stress testing in the usual sense does not include the use of force. This is just a routine test. Don't take it too seriously."
Things got out of hand."
"Haha, you cowards really disappoint me."
With a sneer on his lips, Mark Simmons saw the red light in front of him turn into green, stepped on the accelerator and turned from the straight lane into the left turn lane and sped away.
The vehicle behind that had just started braking suddenly to dodge, and you could hear the "clang" of rear-end collisions and the sound of curses...