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Chapter 171 It turns out that I was the one who was being manipulated
CIA, the Central Intelligence Agency.

Headquartered in Langley, Virginia, USA, it is one of the "four major intelligence agencies in the world" along with the KGB, MI6 and Mossad.

Although it is called an intelligence agency, the CIA actually holds a large amount of military equipment. On the one hand, it can provide those who want to cause trouble to achieve the CIA's own goals. On the other hand, the CIA itself is also an organization with extremely violent armed forces.

The latter is particularly evident in the Secret Operations Department.

Compared to its well-known intelligence gathering capabilities and espionage work, the CIA is the least noticeable, but anyone who has come into contact with the CIA or has been contacted by the CIA will inevitably feel fear of it.

In short, these guys are not good people, and they are not good people for a clear reason.

New York Branch.

Hong Chen sat in the office chair of the branch manager. The glass wall behind him overlooked the entire city.

In front of him, a bald man was describing the content of the mission with saliva flying all over his body, explaining the necessity of having Hong Chen go to the Middle East in person, and at the same time painting a pie in the sky that would promote Hong Chen after rescuing the people.

Looking at the white foam at the corner of his mouth, Hong Chen's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

On the other side, there was a typical American strong man wearing a black suit, with a big bald head and a face full of flesh, who looked very tough. However, judging from his uneasy eyes and constantly moving fingers, he seemed very nervous - would the director be beaten to death by his supervisor?
"...Hong! My dear Hong! I assure you that this is absolutely a rare opportunity. You know the identity of that guy. He is not just a rich man, but also a rich man who sells arms and knows how to research, develop and manufacture. Such people are the most valuable in the eyes of those people above. I dare say those people must be going crazy now. The military has already started to act, and we can't fall behind. I have prepared the plane, you can fly directly to the destination and start the action!"

The bald man paused, leaned forward with his hands on the desk, his red nose moved, and his smile suddenly became more obscene.

The strong man saw that Hong Chen's face seemed to be even colder, and his muscles tightened, and he immediately prepared for rescue - "He should be able to withstand a punch from the supervisor, should I give him artificial respiration?"

"Hong, I can promise you that you can use force as you wish in this operation. Whether you break all their limbs, twist their necks into knots, or crush their little brothers, I promise that I won't let anyone cause you any trouble!"

See? This unusual personality is the main reason why Hong Chen frowned.

A violent person who probably has some psychological problems in the eyes of others.

Although he rose through the ranks of trainee agent, agent, senior agent, agent supervisor, and assistant agent chief like a rocket, becoming the youngest agent chief in the Secret Operations Department with his excellent combat and investigative abilities, he also received a lot of punishment.

To be honest, if such a person were in the police or the army, he would either be expelled or sent to a military court.

Fortunately, this is the CIA, an organization that is not afraid of you being ruthless, but is afraid that you are not ruthless enough.

Of course, Hong Chen’s character is really too cruel - when he gets angry, he even beats his own people.

Except for the director in front of him, no one dared to speak loudly in front of him.

"How about we set off right away?" The bald, red-nosed man raised his yellowish eyebrows as if coaxing a child.

Hong Chen lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Seeing that he didn't express his opinion, the bald man with a red nose turned his head to look at the burly man next to him and gave him a quick look.

The sturdy man sat upright, ignoring everything, as if his soul had left his body.

The bald man was so angry that his nose twisted and he glared at him fiercely.

"Chief, you are the chief of the New York branch, right?"

Hong Chen suddenly spoke, and the bald man immediately turned around with a smile on his face.

"Yes, you want to be the director, right? No problem. If you rescue the people, I will immediately promote you to a higher level. Then I will assign you a few more merits. In less than three... no, two years, you will be able to take my position in two years!"

Hong Chen shook his head and stood up.

The sturdy man then stood up, folded his hands in front of him, and looked very well-behaved.

Hong Chen glanced at him with a little surprise, walked around the desk and faced the director.

“Of course I can do the mission, but I don’t want to receive such inexplicable emergency mission notifications in the future.

It's true that I'm the CIA's chief of agents, but I'm not a fucking slave who can be ordered around and whipped at will.

Besides, can't you see that this is actually a trap? The CIA also has a branch in the Middle East. Why are they not letting people there do it and insisting on letting me go there? What's their plan?
Also, he was kidnapped when he was with the military. What kind of people are these kidnappers? Someone from the military died. How many people have been sent to hunt him down? "

The bald, red-nosed man named Hannibal Krause is a well-known man in the CIA. Although he has no hobby of picking on people, his methods are extremely sinister and cruel. If Hong Chen's personality is cruel inside and out, then he is a venomous snake that is restrained and hidden. In comparison, the latter is more likely to be feared and daunted.

"Hey, of course I understand!"

Hannibal put his arm around Hong Chen's shoulders and laughed.

"Hong, I'm really glad you thought of this. To be honest, this urgent mission notice is for me. Of course I can refuse it, but you know, this is New York, and it's hard for things to go unnoticed here. So, even if you fail to rescue the person this time, I'm sure I can get in touch with that idiot and make him owe us a favor."

"Idiot?" Hong Chen raised his eyebrows.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you scold him?"

Hong Chen couldn't help laughing. Of course, he couldn't help but be more wary of the director.

If he can't save people, he can still use his connections to gain access to them. Considering the context, does he know who is the person behind the scenes giving the instructions?
If you think about it carefully, it does not seem impossible. Just as he said, if the CIA is determined, it can definitely control the people and events in New York.

"Go ahead. Just treat it as a funded trip. I heard that there are some beautiful scenery in the Middle East. And the women there are always bound by various dogmas, so once they are let go... Tsk tsk, it's scary..."

Hannibal fell into memories, his eyes first showing nostalgia, and then a hint of fear.

Hong Chen's mouth twitched.

"Okay, but let me make it clear in advance that after the mission is over, I want to rest."

Hannibal was delighted: "No problem, I'll arrange a vacation for you now!"

"Wrong, it's a break, not a vacation. I won't go to work! I still want to get the money!"

"Okay, okay, very good, of course, I really admire you more and more!" Hannibal turned around, picked up the card on the table and handed it to him, "You can mobilize everyone in the CIA Middle East branch to cooperate with your actions. The progress and results of the investigation there will be sent to you every hour."

"Okay, let's go."

"Well, I'll wait for you!"

The sturdy man walked quickly forward and opened the door.

Hong Chen had half a foot out of the door when Hannibal spoke again.

"Hong, is my daughter okay?"

Hong Chen turned around, his face full of shock.

"Your daughter?"

Hannibal winked. "Didn't she go home with you last night?"

Hong Chen was stunned, and then shocked.

Hannibal couldn't help but laugh when he saw this: "Hahaha, don't be like that, Hong. I am a very open-minded person and will not stop my daughter from falling in love freely. Well, when you come back, come to my house for a meal. My wife also wants to meet you."

Hong Chen walked out of the director's office in a trance and did not notice the shocked, envious and jealous looks of his colleagues outside.

Only after he got into the car did he slap his thigh.

"Oh no, it turns out I'm the one being taken advantage of!!"

In the driver's seat, the muscular man Graeme Strong pursed his lips tightly, with his masseter muscles particularly prominent.

After driving on the road for a while, he couldn't help but say, "Boss, your car is really awesome!"

"Like it?"

"like."

"Then you work hard, and I'll buy a more powerful one next year."

"Ok!"

airport.

A transport plane is already warming up its engine.

Seeing the wide space in the cargo hold, Hong Chen said, "Drive the car up."

Upon hearing this, Da Zhuang (Strong) drove forward without saying a word.

Instead, the agent guarding the door hurried over to stop them.

The next moment, Da Zhuang rolled down the car window, stuck his head out, and uttered a series of words beginning with F and S faster than the output of a Gatling gun on the battlefield.

After the car was parked in the cargo hold, Hong Chen couldn't help but sigh.

"I underestimated you!"

Da Zhuang smiled shyly.

The plane took off quickly. Hong Chen waved for a computer, asked MOSS to plug it in, and then fell asleep.

Da Zhuang sat next to him with a serious expression, like a loyal soldier guarding his king. The agents around him didn't even dare to look at him.

(End of this chapter)