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Chapter 370 A Classic Game! Part 1! (First Update!)

In Ankara, the capital of Turkey, the intelligence provided by Costa circulated through the logistics department and immediately appeared on the desk of the Director General of the National Intelligence Organization, the official intelligence agency of Turkey.

After reviewing the intelligence report from beginning to end, he naturally summoned his subordinate, the head of the intelligence department, Borat, and handed him the documents:
"Think of a way to get this information to those fish we've been keeping an eye on, deliberately letting them know that this intelligence is extremely urgent and that the deal is about to be completed, forcing them to take action today."

"After they copy the data and take it away, pass this information out."

"It's 3 p.m. now. I need you to get this message to the EU, to Russia, and to the American people by 11 p.m. tonight."

"We need to let them know that we are currently secretly negotiating with a company called Xiaomi Heavy Industry about satellite navigation services."

"Also, after this news gets out, it's time to harvest the fish we've been raising. Remember to make a big commotion!"

"Understand?"

Borat took the documents, read them through from beginning to end, and found that they were actually quite useless. Only then did he feel relieved and nod vigorously.

"Please rest assured, Director, I will make sure these guys get the information safely."

Borat was very capable, and Suleiman had always been at ease with him. He nodded to Borat, then turned around to continue checking the information he had received earlier.

With the documents in hand, Borat naturally returned to his office, then took out the information on the fish from the safe and began to analyze how to do it without arousing the fish's suspicion, so that they would willingly and extremely quickly steal the information.

"They're all office workers..."

"Clerical staff shouldn't be sent on fieldwork..."

"Hmm... Checking the data and documents... Great, I've got a solution."

With a clear direction, he quickly devised a plan tailored to the working characteristics of these fish.

He named this plan the "Tackling Key Challenges Plan"!
After finalizing the plan, he went to Suleiman's office again to review it. Suleiman did not hesitate and signed the plan, granting Portra the authority to allocate resources and manpower.

With the plan in hand, Portra immediately got to work. He divided the plan into several parts and then sent them to the departments where the fish were located.

Furthermore, in Suleiman's name, a strict order was issued, requiring the department where these fish were located to work overtime that night to compile the relevant information according to the plan.

So, the information that should have been carefully sent to the other party was instead sent to those fish in a very casual manner.

As it approached the end of his workday, George Bursa began packing his things, preparing to leave and run away.

After tidying up his things, he stared longingly at the wall clock, watching the minute hand slowly move toward 5:30.

At 5:25, the office door was pushed open, and members of the intelligence operations team appeared, waving documents in their hands and addressing the people in the office:

"Everyone, let's work overtime for an hour and a half to compile the required information for this document and fill it out as required."

"be quick!"

"The bureau chief is waiting!"

The phrase "The director is waiting" successfully subdued the group of people who wanted to rebel. Amidst screams, the head of the office walked over to the action department, took the documents from them, and began distributing them to the people in the office.

George Busar also received the information, and as soon as he opened it, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

His original name wasn't George. He changed it to George because he went to study in England and felt that his previous name was too old-fashioned, so he changed it.

After graduation, he found that England wasn't as easy to make a living as he had imagined, but he didn't want to go back to China even more.

So when MI6 was recruiting, he decisively chose to apply.

He was quite nervous when he signed up, after all, he was a Turk and had not received any military intelligence training.

But MI6 hired him without any reason.

After providing him with the relevant contact information, MI6 sent him back to Türkiye and helped him join the national intelligence organization as a clerk.

The other party pays the salary on time every month.

His salary as a spy, plus his salary from the national intelligence organization, allowed him to live a very comfortable life.

But he wasn't satisfied with this comfort; he needed more. So he kept looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to get big intelligence.

Unfortunately, his department was rather remote, and the work he did was quite varied, so he couldn't get any major intelligence.

Now, finally, some big news!

With this intelligence, he could become the head of the department, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of his life.

Thinking this way, George felt full of energy and became very motivated to do things.

He managed to compress what would normally be an hour's work into half an hour through his own efforts.

The person in charge grabbed the documents he handed over and looked at him again as if he were seeing his own father.

Leaving him with a "wait a moment," the person in charge went to hand over the documents. Less than 20 minutes later, the person in charge reappeared, waving his hand dismissively:
"get off work!"

George had been waiting for this very sentence. He rushed back to his workstation immediately, took what he had just quietly noted down, and left.

Back at his lodgings, he logged into World of Warcraft and posted a few words on the world channel. Soon, someone messaged him privately.

The two found a place, and he started sending messages to the other person using the chat channel.

After sending the message, he found a raid in the world chat and joined it.

The team assembled, the raid leader glanced at his equipment, and casually kicked him out.

Thinking that he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life, George did not send a private message to the group leader as usual to curse him. Instead, he turned off his computer, washed up, lay down on the bed, and began to dream about the future.

Similar scenes of intelligence being quietly passed on were playing out throughout Ankara.

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Vauxhall Cross, London, England.

This is the headquarters of the British Secret Intelligence Service, commonly known as MI6.

As the end of the workday approached, intelligence officer Norn turned on his computer one last time to check his emails.

There are 10 more minutes. In 10 minutes, he can go home.

He could go back to his warm little house, get a good night's sleep, and then come back to this boring Class B tomorrow.

A life where you can see the end from the beginning is so boring.

Several more emails appeared in his inbox. He opened the first one, which was intelligence sent back by an intelligence agent they had recruited from Turkey.

This intelligence is neither particularly important nor unimportant.

Because it's already time to get off work!

He turned off the computer, draped the clothes from the chair over his shoulders, stretched his stiff neck, and walked out happily.

We'll talk about it tomorrow!

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar.

Benjamin was enjoying his dinner when intelligence delivered by his advisor, Parker, shattered his enjoyment.

As he looked at it, he quickly tore the intelligence report in his hand into pieces, threw them directly into the trash can, and roared without turning his head:

"What is the CIA doing?" "Why didn't they release this intelligence before they made contact, now that they've already made contact?"

"Both sides now have a clear understanding of the capabilities of the other party's navigation system."

"Would it be useful to intervene at this point?"

Parker stood to the side, head bowed, not daring to utter a single word.

Benjamin is furious right now; anyone who responds to him will be in trouble.

Letting out the pent-up anger in his chest, Benjamin said to Parker:
"Get me to the Russian command in Syria. I need to have a face-to-face talk with them!"

"Understood!" Parker nodded and turned to run towards the door.

Benjamin could probably guess why he wanted to contact the Russian command in Syria.

It's simply to prevent misjudgment.

Everyone knows that Türkiye and America are at odds, and with this news circulating, America is bound to take action.

Turkey's location is also very sensitive; it's like Russia's sphincter. If America makes a move, Russia will definitely retaliate.

At that point, it will truly become a powder keg.

Nobody likes war.

Nobody likes to fight meaningless battles. If America could control Turkey after this war, she would definitely rush in. Unfortunately, that's impossible.

The Russian command in Syria has a publicly available call code, and Parker was able to contact them without much difficulty.

After both sides verified the information, the two leaders sat down together.

Benjamin spoke first:
"Let me state this first: I have no time to deal with Türkiye. If we are to take action, it will be the CIA that will do it, and it won't cause them any serious harm."

After he stated his position, the voice of Sherikov, the Russian commander in Syria, immediately came from the other end:
"We have no interest in dealing with him. Your CIA can take action, but they must control the intensity."

"If a color revolution breaks out, I can't guarantee that our president won't send a special forces team to support Türkiye."

"So, take care of yourself!"

After making his strong statement, Sherikov hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Benjamin immediately began making arrangements:

“Contact the Kurds we support, ask them to allocate some weapons to the PPK, and at the same time let them enter Turkey to cause trouble for the Turks.”

"Contact the CIA and have them prepare a grand show in Istanbul and Ankara."

"Let the Mediterranean fleet begin moving toward Türkiye, but not too close; just let them know our position."

Parker wrote down the instructions one by one, then turned around and sent them to their designated places.

Tartus, Syria.

After Sherikov relayed Benjamin's call to Moscow, Moscow also provided him with relevant intelligence.

Looking at the intelligence report, he didn't really want to say anything.

If the relationship between Russia and Türkiye had to be described in one sentence, it would be one of cooperation and confrontation.

Russia is Turkey's largest supplier of natural gas, accounting for 45% of Turkey's total natural gas imports.

In other words, if Russia were to shut down, half of Türkiye's natural gas supply chain would be paralyzed.

At the same time, Türkiye also holds Russia's lifeline in its hands.

Russia's Black Sea Fleet, carrying supplies, must pass through Türkiye's Bosphorus Strait to leave the Black Sea.

Turkey would dare to block the strait if Russia makes the slightest move.

In order to counter the Soviet Union, Türkiye joined NATO early on.

In order to counter Russia, they have been flirting with the EU and America.

Besides these, the two sides are also targeting each other in their attitudes toward Syria.

Türkiye's attitude toward Syria is essentially its view of the rebels.

Because the Ottoman Empire once ruled over Syria and the Arabian Peninsula.

Therefore, they have always wanted to take back Syria, and use Syria as a springboard to take back the Arabian Peninsula.

Syria is a relatively loyal and steadfast ally of Russia.

When you're out and about, you've given yourself that identity, so your underlings are definitely there to protect you.

If Russia can't even protect its little brothers, where will it put its face?

Upon learning this news, Sherikov's greatest desire was to have the air force take off, fly directly to Ankara, and raze the city to the ground.

Unfortunately, orders from Moscow instructed him to be wary of America and to temporarily set aside Türkiye.

Observe their reaction. If their reaction is wrong, then take action against them.

Although Moscow warned Sherikov not to interfere with Türkiye, he still contacted Syria and asked them to strengthen security along the northern border.

Although things are in complete chaos over there now, keeping an eye on things is better than not keeping an eye on them at all.

Unlike their composure, the European side seemed less composed.

After all, they had just suffered a severe blow because of the Galileo project not long ago.

Now, that ungrateful dog, that damned Türkiye, has actually gone directly to that company, trying to flirt with that damned company.

We must take action!
The news reached Brussels, Belgium, in the early hours of the morning after originating in Turkey.

In the European Commission's main conference room, all the commissioners from all EU member states except for the one from England were present. Sofia sat on the stage, calmly watching the group of people chattering below.

"We cannot allow Türkiye to side with the East!"

"I've said it before: Turkey is an ungrateful dog. No matter how much we give them, they will never be satisfied. As long as they get the chance, they will betray us. I suggest we kick Turkey out of the EU candidate list and get them out of here!"

"You make it sound so easy. Let me ask you, do you have enough food this year?"

The word "food" completely silenced the noisy scene.

Of the 27 EU member states, only 10 can achieve 100% nominal food self-sufficiency, but in reality, these 10 countries also need to rely on imported food for regulation.

Especially food from Ukraine and Russia, otherwise their proud daily lives would be completely disrupted.

But that bastard Türkiye is stuck at the entrance to the Black Sea and on the food supply line.

Land transportation can indeed solve part of the problem, but the issue is that it is very expensive.

The myth of food self-sufficiency will be directly shattered if land transportation is adopted!
History, which is not yet far removed from us, clearly tells us what happens when a loaf of bread sells for 50 marks.

(End of this chapter)