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If they knew the truth, would they still sponsor so much funding for our CIA activities?

What we need is to stir up their desires, show them the hope for longevity, so that our funding for next year will be even more substantial.

You’re not yet at my level and don’t need to worry about the countless CIA members’ needs around the globe; doesn’t each one require money?

The appropriations from Congress are only enough to maintain the status quo, not to provide any benefits for us.

Since those wealthy capitalists have money, let them bleed a bit more. It can be considered helping national construction, rather than letting their money go to waste in foundations for tax avoidance.”

Moritz understood, recalling one of the sources of CIA funding involved drug trafficking activities.

This highlighted the CIA’s thirst for money, and he suddenly fell silent.

“Moritz, do well, and once the Jieke Group is dealt with, you might just take my place.

Then you’ll understand that at our level, how strong the decision-making is, whether the mind is sharp, or if one has great talent, isn’t really that important.

What counts is how much funding you can bring to the department, how much money you can secure, making the CIA’s budget prosper, and then everyone will really acknowledge your capabilities.”

Judith left a thought-provoking comment and hung up the video conference.

“That’s politics!”

Moritz shook his head, spaced out for a few seconds, and then went to call someone over.

“Mahat, prepare to plan a new round of operations, and capture a few more First-class Super Soldiers.”

Moritz tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, but his words still made the field operations director across from him, Mahat, frown.

Mahat shook his head repeatedly, expressing his difficulties, “Director, this is too risky. Nowadays, Jieke Group has set up a Steel Camp specifically for these First-class Super Soldiers. They move mysterously and hardly show up, staying only at Jieke Security’s military base for training. Capturing Ruan Qianguang last time was an accident, we can’t always succeed.”

“Of course, I know it’s not easy, which is why I’m just asking you to look for opportunities,”

Moritz didn’t explain further; he couldn’t ignore the demands from above.

“Just have someone investigate the family situation of these Super Soldiers more. If possible, start from this aspect and actively get these First-class Super Soldiers out of the barracks.”

“Kidnap their family members to lure them out? This indeed is a method, but considering Ruan Qianguang’s previous experience, Jieke Group will definitely protect those family members more rigorously.”

Targeting family members didn’t cause much hesitation in Mahat, as CIA’s interests outweigh these personal ethics.

In the past, the CIA was too familiar with these deplorable methods: kidnapping, assassinations, bribing, bombing civilians, overthrowing foreign governments, inciting racial hatred leading to massacres—these activities were like daily meals for CIA.

“Keep trying, there will definitely be a loophole, I’ll have the Intelligence Department assist you.”

Moritz said, and then he thought of something else: “Besides the family members of those Super Soldiers, also start monitoring the families of Jieke Company’s top management. In necessary moments, this will become our bargaining chip.”

“Jieke Group’s real top leaders are Chinese, their families are mostly in Hua Country. If we operate there…”

Mahat hesitated, then added, “The main thing is, the behind-the-scenes controller of Jieke Group, Su Jie, is a loner without weaknesses to exploit. I don’t think capturing Liu Yingying and Chen Yaoguang will make him compromise; it might only lead to even more terrifying retaliatory actions.”

“Fuck, this really is a tough nut to crack.”

Moritz also felt a headache; Jieke Group was truly the CIA’s number one enemy now.

The usual methods of assassination and kidnapping were obviously hard to execute on Jieke Group.

“Anyway, prepare everything well. Whether or not it’s successful, it’s always good to be prepared.”

Eventually, Moritz just waved his hand, telling Mahat to proceed with the operation preparations.

…….

Manchester, the capital of Siam Country.

This is a modern metropolis, with towering buildings, and glass facades reflecting dazzling sunlight.

On both sides of the street, pedestrians were weaving through traffic, cars shuttling back and forth, and the sound of horns echoed continuously.

At this time, around noon, a man and a woman emerged from the airport on the city’s edge, and the scorching heat enveloped them as they walked out.

These two were none other than Su Jie and the Ghost Bride, Han Ruyan.

Looking at the endless city skyline in the distance, and the bustling streets and skyscrapers, Su Jie felt reflective,

“Though they are neighboring countries with similar geographical locations, the disparity in development is vast, the destruction brought by wars has been severe.”

Siam is a major Country in Southeast Asia, with a population similar to Chan Country, and both are the first and second largest countries in the Southeast Asia peninsula, but their economies and development differ greatly.@@novelbin@@

With a population of over sixty million and an annual GDP exceeding 500 billion US Dollars, Siam’s economy is almost ten times that of Chan Country.

This is evident from the capital, Manchester, which is one of the few international metropolises in Southeast Asia. It hosts the headquarters of the UN Economic and Social Commission for Asia and the Pacific, the World Bank, the World Health Organization, the International Labour Organization, and more than 20 other international agencies. Its tourism industry is highly developed, earning it the nickname “the City of Angels with everything you could wish for.”

The stable situation in Siam since its establishment has led to rapid economic growth, while the continuous internal conflicts in Chan Country have seriously hindered its development.

To this day, Chan Country is still mired in civil war and de facto division, and although it borders Siam, it appears like a poor boy standing next to a rich man’s son.

In terms of national strength and international status, the two are incomparably unequal.

“When do we kill?”

Han Ruyan stood next to Su Jie, her voice chilling, her aura of a Fierce Ghost repelling any passersby from coming too close.

“Don’t rush, it’s rare for us to travel outside, I’ll take you around here to appreciate the beauty of a big city.”

Su Jie lovingly intended to pat Han Ruyan’s head, but was met with her deep, still gaze from beneath her sunglasses.

“I’m not interested in these worldly affairs.”

Seeing Su Jie retract his hand, Han Ruyan also shifted her gaze away.

Su Jie had a bit of a headache, as Han Ruyan, having become a Fierce Ghost, had lost many human emotions and lacked the spectrum of feelings.

“Sawadee ka! Do sir and madam need a place to stay? My name is Nong Lan, I’m a tour guide well-versed with Manchester’s tourist attractions and venues. You are from Hua Country, right? I know many tourist areas that Hua Country people love to visit.”

At the airport entrance, a young Siam woman approached with her hands pressed together, eagerly introducing her services in Chinese with a slight accent.

Su Jie looked at her and said, “Your name is Nong Lan, right? How did you know we are from Hua Country?”

“Hua Country people have a different aura. Many Hua Country people come to our country for tourism, and I have hosted many Hua Country tourists. Your demeanor is very distinct, easily recognizable.”

Nong Lan sensed from Su Jie’s tone that she would probably land the business.

“Then lead the way, take us to the best hotel here.”

Su Jie chuckled softly, handing over a stack of bills: “Ensure we eat well and have fun, you will be well tipped, this is for you.”

Nong Lan’s eyes lit up with surprise, knowing she had encountered a wealthy client, and her enthusiasm increased.

“Sir, madam, please follow me, I promise you won’t be disappointed, and you will enjoy both playing and dining.”

Nong Lan ran to the roadside and flagged down a taxi.

Su Jie, holding Han Ruyan’s cold, jade-like hand, got into the cab, watching the passing traffic. As he contrasted it with the CIA’s base in Siam in his mind, his gaze grew colder.