Zhou Qingfeng left in less than half an hour at the HK Convention and Exhibition Center, and he didn't even sit at the conference table for five minutes. Michelle, who came from Washington to preside over the operation, was disrupted by the whole plan.
After giving the idiot who messed up the meeting a hard slap, Michelle hurried out of the conference room. On the walkie-talkie she carried with her, reports from her subordinates were heard continuously.
"Target is taking the elevator to the parking lot."
"Team A is guarding the exit of the parking lot and has not found the target's vehicle yet."
"Group B is not in place yet, it will take about two minutes."
"Where is Group C? Has the monitoring post of Group C found it?"
"Group A went to support group C, but their people didn't reply."
"Group B, where are you? Answer me, your current location."
Michelle hurriedly ran to the elevator, hoping to catch up with Zhou Qingfeng and others as they left. But when the elevator rose from the underground parking lot to the third floor, a strong bloody smell came out of the opened elevator door.
The fight between the 'Holy Light' and the CIA has always been fierce.
In Eastern Europe, Marcos's men were killed, imprisoned, rebelled and alienated, and hundreds of people were lost in two years. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't trained a group of specially capable backbones for Marcos, Boryspil Airport would have been unable to survive.
Already.
In Southeast Asia, "Holy Light" began to recruit "development and construction" personnel in 1993 and expanded from Myanmar east to south. In the battle with Western and local forces, the group has sacrificed more than 30 people.
At this moment, Michelle saw three headless corpses lying in the elevator. Judging from their clothing, they were the members of Group C who followed her this time and were supposed to be watching from the underground parking lot.
These three people are all veterans with more than ten years of experience in overseas operations. They carry equipment such as body armor and submachine guns with them, and ordinary people are no match for them.
But now the heads of the three veterans exploded, and the broken bones and rotten flesh dyed the entire elevator blood red. The splattered brains stuck to the inner wall of the elevator and were falling downwards.
When the elevator door opened, Michelle was frightened and took a few steps back. Several American members involved in the negotiations also rushed over, especially the idiot who was folding paper airplanes. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground when he saw the headless body.
, screamed.
The elevator door opens and then closes automatically.
Michelle was heartbroken outside the door but could only stamp her feet. She quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "I am Michelle, the operation failed, evacuate. Repeat, don't get closer to the target, evacuate immediately."
The call button was released, and a rustling sound came from the intercom.
After waiting for a few seconds without a reply, Michelle called again. But the calls that had just come one after another disappeared without a trace, and there was nothing in the contact channel.
The three dead people were not shot in the head. Their heads were completely exploded, but it seemed like they were smashed to pieces with their fists by someone in a rage.
The origami idiot fell to the ground, kicked his legs back, and screamed in terror. As he stepped back, he shouted: "What's going on? Call the police, call the police quickly."
Michelle really wanted to shoot the idiot who messed up the meeting.
This meeting originally had two intentions. One was to lure Zhou Qingfeng out and kill him directly. If that failed, an agreement would be used to bind the 'Holy Light' to stop his expansion.
Using multiple pressures to force the opponent to make mistakes, the CIA has become very proficient in this technique. There are special courses to teach lies, fraud, and theft. As long as the enemy can be defeated, it is the glory of the United States.
This is the routine used by monotheistic religions to cleanse pagans. They do not have any psychological burden, but do similar things with a strong sense of mission and responsibility.
In order to deceive Zhou Qingfeng out, Michelle spent a lot of effort. Infiltration, alienation, and false news. In the past two years, as many as 100 to 80 spies were sent to the "Holy Light" headquarters.
Most of them are "meat buns and dogs who will never come back", and a small number of them were instigated to become double agents and tricked the CIA many times, and even their own intelligence network deployed in the imperial capital was detected.
The CIA doesn't even understand that the 'Holy Light' has surprisingly strong counterintelligence capabilities. They even suspect that there are insiders transmitting information wantonly, otherwise there is no way to explain it.
In the end, the fighting between the two sides was too fierce, and too many personnel were lost. The CIA had to express some "sincerity" and was willing to talk to the "Holy Light". However, this negotiation was still messed up.
The senior official of the U.S. Department of Commerce who was scheduled to make an appearance suddenly changed his mind before boarding the plane and refused to come, so he sent a bastard as his representative. Michelle knew something was wrong when she heard the news, and things turned out to be worse than she had expected.
"It's over. Don't ever try to trick that guy out again." Michelle was helpless. After this operation failed, her opponent would definitely take revenge. "I don't know how many people have to die to make those arrogant people in Washington
Wake up madly."
The security guards of the Convention and Exhibition Center arrived quickly, and the British Royal Police also came to wash the floor. A total of nine bodies were found around the Convention and Exhibition Center, all of which were brought by Michelle.
The opponent did not show any mercy because of the Western appearance of the dead, but instead killed them with extremely cruel methods. These were elite agents who had been trained for many years, and every loss made the CIA feel a little sad.
"Can you find out how Zhou Qingfeng escaped?" Michelle asked to see the surveillance of the Convention and Exhibition Center. The Royal Police did not stop her, but the guards at the center were helpless.
Monitoring has been destroyed.
Zhou Qingfeng came mysteriously and left without a trace.
According to Michelle's analysis, hk is completely Zhou Qingfeng's territory. Everyone here is suspicious and may be a backbone of the 'Holy Light'. "This meeting should not be held in hk."
The CIA's operation was not visible to the public, and the tragic death of nine Westerners could only end hastily. Michelle had a huge head and had to accept reprimands from Washington and Langley headquarters. She was suspended again and asked to return to the United States immediately.
"How many times has this failed?" Michelle stood behind the glass curtain wall of the Convention and Exhibition Center, overlooking Victoria Bay. The beautiful white sail shadows in the bay also lost color in her eyes.
No matter how strong the background and family background are, if a public official fails too many times, he will be considered incompetent and lose all the resources he had in the past. The family will hide her, give her a sum of money, and let her do some easy work.
.
Michelle didn't want to go back. She was still young, wanted to achieve something in her career, and had great ambitions. But she had no chance and no way out.
The phone rang, and the little foreign girl lowered her head and glanced at the number. She was surprised to find that it was her dead subordinate who was calling. She frowned in confusion, but still answered the call and shouted 'hello'.
A deep male voice came from the mobile phone, "Should I call you Miss Michelle or Miss Megan?"
Michelle's brows furrowed even more. She hadn't used the pseudonym 'Megan' for two years. To be precise, she had only used it once. There are only a handful of people who can still pronounce this pseudonym.
The little foreign girl bit her lip, took a deep breath, and replied: "You can call me Megan."
"Oh, it seems we are still old friends." The man on the phone sneered: "Are you willing to come to Shenzhen? We can chat in person without being disturbed by those idiots."
The little foreign girl was a little dizzy and didn't know how to answer for a long time.