Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 299: The Battle of Three Forces
The next afternoon.

Simon was playing with the darts again in his office.

Darts can help him concentrate and relieve stress from work.

As the chief of an intelligence station, and the chief of an intelligence station in a war zone, Simon is under a lot of pressure.

Collect intelligence on rebel armed groups across Irigoe, win over tribal forces in various places, and attract large armed groups like the Kurdish armed forces to prevent infiltration by Persians in the north. Even monitor Irigoe officials in the provisional government to see if they have any ulterior motives or have done anything shameful.

Including the US military, everyone is under Simon's surveillance.

Therefore, senior US military officers represented by Peter and the Pentagon behind them are deeply disgusted with these intelligence guys.

The CIA is responsible to the President, while the military constitutionally belongs to the United States of America.

The CIA has a very complicated background. They are the private army of the American deep government, that is, the people of the Khazarian group's Council of Elders. This can be seen from the killing of Kennedy.

The military is more traditional, with a huge military-industrial complex behind it.

The demands of the two are sometimes not consistent.

It is not surprising that they work together when their interests align, and fight against each other when their interests diverge.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

Simon never took his eyes off the target.

When his subordinate Ted pushed the door open, his last dart flew out and hit the bull's eye.

Simon turned to look at Ted, then walked towards his chair and asked as he walked, "Any results?"

Ted is a slightly plump white man. He is not an operational personnel in the station. There are many civilian positions in the CIA, and Ted is one of them. He is an intelligence agent.

"The situation doesn't seem ideal."

Ted placed some papers on Simon's desk.

"The Mantianxing's AIS has not been turned off and it is still heading towards the port of Aden."

AIS, also known as Automatic Identification System, is the abbreviation of Automatic Identification System.

This system was born in the 20s. It is a shore-based and ship-borne broadcast automatic identification and reporting system, which is equivalent to the identity card of every merchant ship.

Simon frowned, picked up the papers on the table and looked through them one by one.

Inside are the navigation track maps of the "Mantianxing" and aerial views taken by satellites.

"Didn't the Somali pirates take action?"

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Ted said, "According to the information I received, they dispatched two groups of more than fifty people to intercept and attack the 'Starry Sky'. I don't know why, but it seems they failed..."

Simon threw the A4 papers back on the table, rubbed his hair irritably, and said viciously, "Didn't they say Song Heping only brought one person with him this time? How come dozens of people can't handle him?!"

Seeing Simon getting angry, Ted hesitated to speak.

Saying that Song Heping is awesome, I'm afraid Simon will be unhappy.

Saying that Song Heping is not capable is not right. He arranged this action himself. Isn't that admitting his incompetence?

"So... what should we do next?"

Ted had to "look to the future" and shift Simon's attention to the next work arrangements.

"After all, they haven't arrived in Eritrea yet. We still have a chance. Otherwise..."

He tentatively asked, "Notify the African branch and have them send a small action team directly to Eritrea to take care of them?"

"are you crazy?!"

Simon's rage grew. He pointed at his head and said, "Ted, you're acting without thinking. We're going against the military. Even if we kill Song Heping and ruin this deal, we can't let the military accuse us of this! Asking for help from the African branch? Do you know how likely this operation is to leak secrets? If the military really accuses us of this, do you think the big guys in the bureau will still support us? They'll just throw us out as scapegoats!"

Ted was stunned by the scolding and was completely at a loss. He could only stand there waiting for Simon's next instructions.

"We can't take action..."

Simon stood up and walked back and forth around the desk twice before finally stopping. "Aren't there still French people?"

He turned to Ted.

"I've always been reluctant to report this to the French, but now it seems there's no other way. Immediately release some information to the DGSE through secret channels. Don't let them find the source. If you release the intelligence into their hands, I believe they will definitely treat Mr. Song well. There's no need for us to do it ourselves."

DGSE is also known as the Seventh Bureau, and its full name is the French Directorate-General for External Security.

His primary mission is to comprehensively gather intelligence on foreign politics, economics, military affairs, technology, and terrorist activities. His intelligence activities are comparable to those of the CIA, while his counterintelligence work is comparable to that of the FBI. It's like a combination of the CIA and the FBI. "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

With that, Ted turned and left, disappearing out the door.

Simon returned to the table, picked up another dart, took slight aim, and threw it.

This time the dart hit the bull's eye, which made him feel much better.

A few hours later, Tunisia, North Africa.

A French intelligence agent hurried down the corridor with a brief message, and knocked on the last door at the end.

Before getting a response from inside, he couldn't wait to push the door open and walk in.

"SIR, we have obtained an urgent intelligence, I think you must see it immediately!"

This is the office building of an international trading company called "Best Rui". On the surface, it is a trading company run by French people, specializing in import and export trade from Africa to France.

But in fact, it is an intelligence station set up by DGSE here.

Since World War II, Tunisia has been the intelligence exchange center of Africa. Many famous movies have used this place as the subject of North African spy films.

Even though World War II and the Cold War had long since ended, the French had never stopped expanding their influence here.

Stationmaster Barr looked up from behind his desk at his sweaty subordinate and couldn't help but remind him, "Keep calm. Don't be so nervous. If someone doesn't know, they might think the militants have surrounded this place."

The intelligence agent didn't seem to care about what Bal said. He stepped forward and placed the message in front of Bal.

"This information is very important."

Bal picked up the message and glanced at it in confusion.

With just one glance, his pupils shrank rapidly.

“How reliable is it?”

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes like swords.

"After three groups of analysis, 90% of it is true."

"SA-9 air defense missile system?" Bal felt his pores expanding and his hairs standing on end.

He quickly reached out to the Sahel region.

Then there are the French Foreign Legion and special forces stationed there. Especially recently, the situation in Mali and Niger has been very turbulent, and the French army is assisting the government in quelling the unrest.

If such Soviet-made weapons were secretly transported into the Sahel region at this time, you can easily imagine who they would be used against.

The three SA-9 launch systems have a total of 12 air-to-air missiles. Although they are not enough to deal with the French advanced fighter jets, they are more than enough to deal with those helicopters, and they can hit them accurately with every hit.

If it really fell into the hands of those terrorist organizations, who knows how many French soldiers would die.

"Immediately contact the commander of the Sahel counter-terrorism force and tell him that I will connect with the General Directorate in ten minutes to hold an online video conference."

Barr made his decision.

As a veteran agent, he certainly knew the importance of this intelligence.

It must be intercepted in Eritrea and must not be allowed to enter West Africa.

That's French territory!
Almost at the same time, at the US military headquarters in Iraq in the Green Zone of Irigo, an ISA officer also knocked on Peter's office door holding an intelligence brief.

"SIR, there is a very important piece of information that I think you must see immediately."

Peter stopped writing, picked up the information and took a look at it.

The content of the intelligence was clear. It said that based on the intelligence obtained from secret lines in Africa, the traces of Song Heping and three SA-9 missile launch systems had been leaked. Currently, the French intelligence department and special forces are planning an operation and are preparing to take action in Eritrea to capture Song Heping.

"SIR, should we intervene? We have people in North Africa."

"Do not."

Peter waved his hand and put the text message in his hand directly into the narrator's shredder.

"This matter has nothing to do with us, understand?"

The ISA lieutenant was stunned at first, then understood and saluted.

"Understood, sir!"

After saying that, he turned and left the office.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)