The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 228 The Highest Level Informant
"The fun is going to be big!"

It was the first time that Long Zhan saw Jason get so angry, and the commander Eric was so frightened that he directly blamed him, and at the same time he had to sigh.

The first class sergeant major is a cow!
And Jason was indeed very fierce, he didn't even care to take off his equipment, and went directly to the CIA's Afghan headquarters office in Larkin.

"The actions of a battalion-level task force actually made him change his mind, and even made my authorized attack..."

"Bang~"

Beldin, the CIA's top leader in Afghanistan, was drinking a small beer and chatting with his deputy about his cessation of this operation, but the door was kicked open from the outside.

Jason, wearing a heavy combat vest, rushed in aggressively, pointed at Belding's nose and asked, "Why did you cancel my operation?"

"What? I don't understand what you mean?" Beldin was still pretending to be stupid.

Jason didn't want to give him face. He walked over and slapped the desk. The pens and folders on the desk jumped up.

He yelled: "I took 20 people on the helicopter, the high-value target has been locked, why did you unilaterally cancel the operation?"

"Gentlemen, this is Master Chief Jason Hayes, an outstanding commando, just like the one he showed just now, he is powerful and fierce. It's a pity that the money for damage to public property will be deducted from your salary."

Belding was not afraid of the angry Jason at all, and he was still laughing and talking nonsense.

The two deputies who were also in the office, frightened by Jason's terrifying aura, stood up nervously and carefully moved aside.

He looked as if he was afraid that Jason would turn into a beastman and catch them and beat them up.

Jason leaned over to stare at Belding, and said in a low tone: "Don't talk to me in this tone, people like you are not qualified."

"Calm down, Master Chief!"

Belding felt Jason's anger. Although his expression still looked calm, the smile on his face had already subsided.

"You make me calm down?"

Jason swept his hand on the table left and right, and all the documents, including the laptop, were swept on the ground by Jason like sweeping garbage.

Clinking, rolling all over the floor.

"Gentlemen, you go out first, and remember to close the door."

Belding realized the seriousness and asked the two adjutants in the office to go out first, and put down the beer bottle that had been in his hand.

He said blankly: "I gave the order to cancel the operation, but it was actually the Joint Special Operations Command that made the decision.

I can also tell you the reason very clearly, because the high-value target you want to capture is a protected senior informant.

The Joint Operations Command had no direct evidence to support it and could only temporarily cancel the operation. "

"You said the CIA is protecting Ganni?" Jason felt like he was listening to the Arabian Nights.

"Not us," Belding said.

"Who is that?" Jason asked.

"DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration)."

"DEA?"

Jason laughed absurdly: "The Drug Enforcement Administration let the most brutal killer in eastern Afghanistan and one of the world's largest drug dealers be an informant. Are they crazy, or is the world crazy?"

"Ganny proved he was valuable, so he became the informant," Belding explained.

"valuable?"

Jason was completely speechless, and said sarcastically: "Are you using us to get rid of the opponent? Or is it your plan to sacrifice Team E?"

"You should understand that you have no right to know this." Belding used the non-disclosure agreement as an excuse.

"Bang~"

Jason kicked the desk, almost tilting the solid wood desk.

"Musa Ganin killed 6 first class combatants, 6 of my brothers, that was my brother, and you told me I couldn't catch him because he was a DEA informant, do you think that is reasonable? "

Every cell in Jason was exuding anger, and he couldn't understand what was going on in the minds of these people who sat in the office and gave advice every day.

Is the life of a first-level combatant so unbearable in their eyes?

"I understand the seriousness of this matter. Their sacrifice is not only a huge and irreparable loss to you, but also to the entire theater, but there is nothing I can do to protect Ganni."

Belding was telling the truth this time, not prevaricating like before.

Even as the top person in charge of Afghanistan, he is just an employee of the CIA, and he has no control over political matters.

For the top political leaders, he is just like Jason, a pawn at the bottom.

Jason realized that the matter was deep, and it was useless to use Beldin in front of him. He tried his best to control his anger and said, "No, you can do some things, such as approve my action plan."

"I can't support you based on your guesses..."

"It's not a guess..."

"I know!"

The two interrupted each other as they competed for points, and Belding said seriously: "I know that the Yinsu farm that Team E burned belongs to Ganni, and I know that the money hidden in that farm was used to hire killer gangs.

But is this enough?Not enough, not enough to catch the DEA's top informant in the country.

Let me tell you, Jason, I need more direct and convincing evidence before I can help you get the DEA to drop Ganni's protection. "

Belding has revealed all his past and made it clear that this matter can only be done in this way.

On one side is the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration, which has a huge system and power all over the world, and on the other side is the only DEVGRU in the United States with combat privileges.

As a CIA executive, Belding could neither offend nor help either.

And Jason knew what the Drug Enforcement Administration was, and it was clear that the culprit for canceling the mission was not the CIA but the Drug Enforcement Administration.

Realizing that it was useless to continue talking, there was no way the CIA could have offended the DEA to help him.

"It's admirable that you stick to your principles, you coward."

Jason left a taunt with both indignation and helplessness, and slammed the door hard to leave.

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(End of this chapter)