Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 686 Alarmed the Big Shot
"Have you traced the source?"

Three minutes later, the head of Department P hurried towards the monitoring room, followed by the analyst who discovered the problem.

"They suddenly appeared on the forums of major news websites. I've taken emergency measures to block and intercept them, but what goes around comes around. Since these images appeared the first time, the publisher's motives must be more serious, and they'll release them again."

"Let the technical department track down where these photos came from, where the original source is, and which IP address sent them from."

Then, the two of them walked into the office.

The supervisor came to the computer. At this time, the number of interceptions displayed in the lower right corner of the system was still rising and had reached thousands of times.

When he clicked on the content again, the picture that popped up made the supervisor frown.

He turned around and asked, "Have you checked the confidentiality level of the people in these pictures?"

"Highest."

"Highest?"

Upon hearing this, the supervisor couldn't help but turn his gaze back to the analyst's face.

"you sure?"

"Confirmed. These people all came from special forces, but later retired for various reasons. They were later classified as classified, with a clearance level of 5A."

"Highest authority?"

The supervisor seemed to understand something.

"You and the technical department continue to trace the source. Print these pictures for me. I'm going to see the director. This is a serious matter and we must control the situation."

"Don't worry, the domestic networks are all under our control, so there should be no problem."

The technician on the side gave the supervisor a reassurance.

Then, his tone quickly changed.

"If he doesn't just post it in our country, but posts it everywhere, like on the internet in Europe or the Middle East..."

Having said this, he showed a helpless expression.

"We can't yet openly block our allies' networks."

The supervisor paused for a moment and said, "Leave this to me. You just need to follow the process to track down the source of the information. If you have any news, let me know immediately. Remember, you must let me know as soon as possible."

The document was printed quickly.

The supervisor picked up the stack of documents, signed his name on the form containing sensitive information, and then turned and left.

Soon, he returned to his office, picked up the phone and called his immediate boss.

"SIR, this is Robert. Today, the Dock system intercepted some 5A-level sensitive data. This data suddenly entered our network and was published on various websites and forums. However, we have temporarily blocked it through technical means. We suspect they will continue to publish it, and it will not be limited to our national network. We need to activate the emergency plan and immediately contact our allies' intelligence agencies for assistance."

"5A level?"

The boss on the other end of the phone seemed shocked as well.

"sure?"

"The system made its own judgment. I think it's more accurate than humans. It must have checked the database and found something suspicious, so it issued a warning. These are pictures. They look like they were taken during a battlefield cleanup. The background should be in the Z-East region. The personnel are all former special forces members. They all retired for various strange reasons and then mysteriously disappeared. I think... they can't be people in our system. Could they be from a sister unit?"

Supervisor Robert's words were full of hints.

As his immediate superior, the person on the other end of the phone also understood.

"Okay, in one hour, you bring the information to me. I'll contact the CIA and other covert operations agencies first. I'll schedule a video conference in one hour. Then, you can organize the information you've found and bring it to my office."

"Understood, sir."

After one hour.

Two deputy directors have arrived at the NSA director's office.

One is responsible for intelligence analysis and the other is responsible for operations.

By this time, Robert had arrived on time with the information and was standing aside waiting for instructions.

The director asked a few people to sit at the small conference table in his office. Then he looked at his watch and then at Robert. "Robert, come and sit here. You will be responsible for showing them the information later."

"Okay, sir!"

Robert suppressed his joy and came to sit next to the director.

no doubt.

This is a good opportunity for him to show himself.

There is never a shortage of capable people in the system.

What is lacking is the opportunity to stand out.

It's like this everywhere.

The meeting time arrived, and several frames began to appear on the LCD screen hanging on the wall.

Numbered from 1-10.

Faces soon appeared in those frames.

Robert knew them all.

The people on the screen are all heads of various departments in the United States, from the military to security agencies to intelligence agencies, most of whom are deputy directors.

The box in the first position has not lit up yet.

After a few minutes, some people in the picture began to get impatient.

Some are looking at their watches, some are organizing their desk documents, some are drinking coffee...

Finally, after another two minutes, the box in the first place flashed and a picture appeared.

The picture shows an old man with golden hair parted in the middle and a pair of glasses with a hat frame on his nose. The background of the old man is a white wall with an American flag standing on it.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, the president's speech was delayed and I'm late."

It was obvious that there was no apology on his face, and his words did not match at all.

Changing the subject, he reached out to loosen his tie with his hair parted in a 3:7 style and glanced at the screen in his office.

"It looks like everyone is here. OK, let's start the meeting. Adam, please introduce the situation." He raised his hand, as if he was in control of the situation.

"The thing is like this..."

NSA Deputy Director Adam began to explain what had just happened.

It was obvious that the news was very explosive, and everyone on the video call listened very attentively, except for Pence in one of the frames who seemed a little absent-minded.

After a few minutes, Adam asked Robert to show some of the pictures to everyone.

"The background looks like a battlefield, and it's nighttime."

The eyebrows of the man with the Sanqi head were twisted into a ball.

"One of ours? Are you sure? Not some other terrorist from the database?"

"They are not terrorists, they are all our people, and they are all former special forces members."

Robert took the opportunity to explain to Sanqitou.

He knew very well that he didn't have many opportunities to meet such important people, so he had to demonstrate his work ability.

So, he started from monitoring the source, issuing timely warnings, intercepting as quickly as possible, blocking messages, etc. He exaggerated the difficulty and awesomeness of the task and bragged about himself as if he had done it all by himself.

Just as he was explaining the results of the image analysis, Pence in one of the frames moved his buttocks several times, as if there was a poisonous snake hidden in his suit, making him fidgety.

"We must get the help of our allies to stop the leaks. Otherwise, these pictures will be seen in newspapers and on television all over Europe tomorrow. It will be difficult for us to explain them then. After all, the background information of these people is 5A-level, and the sensation it causes will be huge..."

There was silence on the screen and in the conference room.

No one spoke.

But the expressions are different.

Pence's expression was the most unnatural.

The military personnel looked at each other coldly, with a hint of gloating smile on their lips.

"Communicating with our allies about suppressing this is no problem. After all, we still have influence in Europe. The problem is, I want to know which system the people in these pictures belong to. Hmm?"

No one answered.

Still quiet.

Seeing this, Sanqi split up and guessed something.

"Could it be that these were just ordinary special forces soldiers who, after leaving active service, ran off to Z-Mobility to become mercenaries and were eventually beaten to death in Siliya?"

Still no answer.

"Let me tell you all, I know you all manage intelligence agencies and covert operations forces, but I'm reminding you that these people died in Siliya, and they all had experience serving in special forces. If this were exposed in the media, the consequences wouldn't just be a matter of leaking their identities, but also involving diplomatic issues. After all, this is a Class 5A secret."

"SIR!"

The representative from the Pentagon suddenly spoke.

"Let me be clear. These people once served in our military, but I assure you they were not rehired by us, nor were they involved in any of our secret projects. Therefore, I have no idea why they appeared in Silja. If it were us, we would never have left bodies there for people to photograph."

I wish that all the military representatives in the Pentagon are white-haired men with the rank of general, with straight half-inch steel nails, completely white hair, and eyes as sharp as an eagle. At first glance, he looks like the national bird of America, the bald eagle.

He cunningly distanced himself from the matter and reignited his anger against Pence.

Pence's expression grew even uglier.

He glanced at the bald eagle and seemed to be about to say something, but stopped himself.

But I had already started cursing in my heart.

"FUCK! This guy is responsible for the deaths of so many people on your land and sea. Why are you pretending it doesn't matter?!"

But he couldn't say.

He was absolutely certain that the photo was sent by Song Heping.

Only he could have taken such a photo and had the will to post it online.

However, if Song Heping is mentioned here, things will probably become complicated.

Should he confess the grudge between the CIA and Song Heping to everyone present?
Confess that they used Song Heping to deal with the Mexican drug lords?
Confess that their falling out was due to a feud over little Curtis?
If I say this, I'm afraid I won't be the deputy director until next Monday.

"We don't know about this either."

"We also know that this is not our person..."

Seeing that the generals in the Pentagon had distanced themselves from the matter, the leaders of other departments all drew a line in the sand, saying that they had nothing to do with it.

Those who attended this meeting were all cunning people, each one more cunning than the other.

Everyone present could see that this was a pile of shit, and whoever stepped on it would stink.

In the end, only Pence remained uncommitted.

Everyone's eyes fell on his face.

Burns was under unprecedented pressure. In the end, he could only cough twice and said, "This operation is somewhat related to our secret operations department..."

He immediately used his ancestral skill of shifting the blame onto Kelly, who was not at the meeting.

After laying the groundwork, Pence said, "Regarding the identities of these people, we have indeed classified them as 5A clearance, and your director will be able to see them..."

The implication is that everyone here is a vice-president except those who voted 30-70. What the hell?!
"Mr. Khalid, this matter is extremely complicated. I request that this meeting be terminated and that I report to you in your office alone."

How clever Khalid is with his hair parted in threesevens.

Pence's words made him immediately realize that this meeting could not continue.

"It seems the situation is quite complicated. Since it's complicated, let's wait until we have clarified it before reserving a time for the meeting. Pence, once you have sorted out the information, come to the White House at 3 pm and explain it to me thoroughly."

"Okay, sir."

Pence's tense old face finally relaxed as if he had been pardoned.

Khalid glanced around the screen, then said, "Everyone, since we've decided to report this matter separately, then let's do it separately. We can end the meeting now. Everyone is busy, so don't waste time."

(End of this chapter)