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Chapter 405 Micro-management Master Delmas! (Third Update!)

The advisor's suggestion was good, but Delmas had no intention of heeding it.

Because Badri is more useful alive than dead.

This guy is a terrorist. Anyone associated with him is a terrorist.

All I need to do is secretly arrange things so that I can throw that excrement on other people. At that point, I can act without restraint!

Everything requires a legitimate reason. As long as I can come up with a valid pretext, I can kill Hajmana and that idiot president. Then, I can consolidate power and become the real prime minister of Turkey...

No, it should be the president!

A real president!

The position of prime minister is slightly inferior to that of president.

"If you want to do it, then do it," Delmas said, turning around his staff and walking to the map hanging on the wall.

The map hanging on the wall is not a map of Türkiye, but a map framed on a modern map using the borders of the 17th-century Ottoman Empire.

This border includes parts of Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, Egypt, Sudan, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Georgia, and Armenia in the southern Mediterranean, the Black Sea coast of Russia, the Black Sea coast of Ukraine, Moldova, Bulgaria, Hungary, Greece, Serbia, and others.

My finger traced across the map and finally landed on the triangular region in northeastern Syria.

Delmas tapped lightly on the map and turned to look at his staff:

"Badri cannot die now, at least not before we've used him up!"

"We have to help him, let him expand his power, let him wear down Syria, Iraq, Lebanon, and Iran! At the same time, wear down our enemies!"

"What do you suggest?"

Delmaz didn't want Badri to die, which didn't surprise his staff, because for politicians, the standard for judging an enemy is simply whether their interests align.

As the leader of the ISI, Badri's idea is to establish an Islamic religious state, the scope of which includes existing Islamic states.

To establish such a nation, it must first clear away the existing nation before it can build a new nation on the ruins of the original one.

To eliminate the existing countries, it is necessary to wage war against those people.

And Syria, and Iraq, and Saudi Arabia, and Israel, and America, including Türkiye.

Deirmaz's idea is to change Türkiye's current situation of having multiple sources of influence and then try to acquire land in Syria and Iraq.

There is a hidden common goal among their respective objectives.

That was to kill Türkiye's Chief of the General Staff, Khaymana.

Therefore, from Delmaz's perspective, Badri is his ally, a natural ally.

The staff member lowered his head, thought seriously for about 10 minutes, then looked up and said to Delmaz, word by word, "Based on the current situation, the biggest problem for ISI is the lack of weaponry and formal training."

"According to the intelligence we have, although they are conducting training, that training is just a sideline."

“If you want to take control of Badri, then I suggest you get some weapons and equipment for them from somewhere else, and then find a way to find some instructors for them.”

"We don't need to do the rest."

"Because besides us, there are many other people who are in contact with them, we only need to touch on the topic briefly."

As his aide explained, Delmaz's hand traced across the map. When the aide finished explaining, his hand stopped on the Alawi Mountains, which form the border between Syria and Türkiye.

His gaze lingered for a moment, then he gently shook his head: "That's not the point!"

“Supporting Badri is important, but the most important thing is to get him and our people to work together.”

"Moreover, we must at least ensure that he achieves a great victory in the hands of our people."

"A victory that could shake public confidence in the General Staff and leave the General Staff preoccupied with its own problems."

He spoke in a very calm tone, so calmly that it was as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

After listening to these words, the staff member felt as if he were in the Arctic, his whole body ice-cold.

I underestimated my boss.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to mentally prepare himself.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, and a new plan came out of his mouth:

"Then we need to plan a war, and then sell the key information to Badri so that Badri can win this war."

"Doing this will greatly enhance Badri's reputation in this region and also effectively strike at the General Staff."

"The General Staff will definitely not accept this, and they will inevitably plan another war."

"And this war will also end in failure."

"After two consecutive failures, we have an excuse to intervene, and Chief of the General Staff Haimana certainly will not surrender voluntarily."

"Then he only has one path left: a coup!"

"If we can suppress that coup, he's doomed!"

Below the map, Delmas stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the map with a gentle gaze, and just as his staff thought he was dissatisfied with his proposal, he calmly replied:

"Go get ready!"

After his staff left, Delmaz maintained the same pose and continued to stare at the map.

After a long time, he raised his left hand and glanced at the time displayed on it.

get off work.

He returned to his desk, shut down the computer, and then left the Prime Minister's Office humming a tune.

The Turkish Prime Minister's Office is merely the location where the Prime Minister works; as for his accommodation, he has a dedicated Prime Minister's Residence.

But Delmas is an exception; his residence is a heavily guarded house.

When he got home, he hugged all his children and spent some time with his wife before turning and going into his study.

The study is on the second floor.

Upon entering the study, he did not immediately pick up any books to read. Instead, he walked to the French windows, picked up the landline phone on the small wooden table in front of the windows, pressed three 9s, and then three 1s to make a call.

After dialing the number, he immediately glanced at his watch on his left wrist, and then hung up the phone abruptly after the 20th second of the ringing.

After hanging up the phone, Delmas called out towards the outside of the study:

"Susan, bring up a cup of coffee!"

Before long, the butler brought in the coffee, and at that moment, Delmas was already sitting by the French windows with a book in his hand, quietly reading.

The butler put down the coffee and turned to leave. About 10 minutes later, the landline on the table rang, but the person in front of the French windows seemed not to hear it and continued to flip through the book without getting up to answer the phone. The phone rang for 20 seconds before being suddenly hung up.

At this point, Delmas finally got up, walked to the bookshelf next to him, pressed his hands against it, and forcefully pushed it aside.

Behind the bookshelf is a metal door with a password. Enter the password, and the door opens.

Behind the gate stood a middle-aged man dressed in very ordinary clothes.

The man had a long beard, a hallmark of Muslims, and his head was wrapped in black cloth, with only his nose and forehead exposed. However, he also wore sunglasses, making it impossible to see his face at all.

The man behind the door saw Delmas and immediately placed his right elbow flat against his chest.

"Mr. Delmas!"

Delmas turned and walked to the French windows, picked up the coffee from the small wooden table in front of it, and handed it to the man.

"Vasis, your favorite coffee."

Vasis took the coffee, leaned against the bookshelf next to him, and fixed his gaze on Delmas: "Sir, is there something you need from me?"

“It’s nothing!” Delmas sat down on the sofa, then lazily sprawled out into it.

"I need you to take your men and kill a few people."

Upon hearing that it was a murder mission, Vassis put down his coffee cup. "Who to kill?"

“I don’t know who it is!” Delmaz said calmly, then took an atlas from the bookshelf, opened the map, and pressed his finger on the border between Turkey and Syria in the Alawite Mountains:
“There are several Turkish outposts in this area. I need you to go and kill these people.”

"Then, disguised as ISI retaliation!"

"Besides the people at these outposts, I need you to kill some more civilians!"

"There are probably two or three hundred civilians in Syria."

"Also disguised as ISI, but when killing these people, I need you to leak a piece of information: the Turkish army is secretly protecting ISI and providing them with weapons."

“I need you to thoroughly enrage the local Syrians and then send them storming the Turkish border.”

"Once you reach this level, you can come back!"

Having heard the mission details, Vasis brought his coffee to his lips, his eyes slightly narrowed, as he sipped his coffee and pondered how to complete the task.

About ten minutes later, he finished his coffee and said as he put the cup down:

"a piece of cake!"

"Go ahead then, good luck!" Delmaz took the coffee cup and patted Vasis on the shoulder.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulder, Vasis nodded, smiled, and retreated into the keyless door, closing it behind him.

After setting down his coffee cup, Delmas returned the bookshelf to its original position, put the two books he had just taken back, and finally took out a book on pure capital theory from the bookshelf. He returned to the French windows, opened the book, and began to read slowly.

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"Mr. President, this is the information of Federico McDonald, the newly appointed Director of the European External Action Service."

"Judging from this guy's experience, he's an even more unconventional person than Catherine Abbott."

"Judging from his actions, he dislikes us, but he also dislikes Russia, and of course, he looks down on other countries even more."

"The appointment of such a person as the head of the European External Action Service is more beneficial than harmful to us."

"My personal suggestion is to try to win him over, but not too aggressively, so as not to give him the illusion that we can't do without him."

"If this guy still won't listen to our attempts to win him over in two years, then we'll find an opportunity to kill him."

After giving his advice, Price presented the intelligence he was holding to Barack.

Barack took the documents and immediately noticed the two-inch headshot. The person in the photo was looking straight ahead with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, a smile that made people feel physically uncomfortable and instinctively want to punch the person.

Barack glanced at the content below the photo and casually tossed the document aside.
"Do it your way!"

Price was overjoyed to hear Barack say this. The power he wielded could be great or small, depending entirely on the tasks Barack assigned to him.

If the goal is to become the head of the European External Action Service, and one acts according to their own ideas, then their power will become very significant in accomplishing tasks aimed at that goal.

You can do some fancy tricks inside.

Just as he was about to leave with the documents, Barack called him back:
"You two should work together with the financial advisor to quickly calculate how much money we've spent since we started intervening in Syria."

“A lot of money has been spent on that land, but things haven’t taken off.”

"So I wanted to send all those soldiers back."

The moment Price heard the new task clearly, his vest was soaked with cold sweat.

Barack wants him to audit the accounts.

Moreover, it involves investigating America's Central War Zone accounts.

Is that something that can be checked?

Who knows, the moment the news gets out, the plane I'm on might suddenly plunge into the sea.

No, absolutely not!
But the words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, and Price couldn't bring himself to say them.

Now that Barack has just raised the question, any attempt to persuade him at this point, no matter what method he uses, will only provoke his resentment.

If this offends Barack, he might become fixated on it and insist on finding out the truth.

In the end, as his intelligence advisor, he would inevitably be the first to be targeted by the military's retaliation.

Then you're dead.

We need to try persuading them at a different time and in a different way.

Having made up his mind, Price calmly nodded twice and left the presidential office with the documents in his hand.

Standing in the empty corridor, he didn't immediately go to the financial advisor. Instead, he leaned against the wall and began to think about how he could persuade Barack.

But after thinking it over and over, I really couldn't find a suitable reason.

It's impossible to tell Barack directly that the military's accounts cannot be investigated, because if they are, there will be huge trouble!

With a sigh, he turned and walked toward the financial advisor's office to relay Barack's thoughts to the advisor in their entirety.

At first, the financial advisor was happy to hear about the task, but after understanding the objective, his face turned as white as if he had been dead for three days.

But he was, after all, a finance professional, and understood the intricacies of the situation better than Price. In just a few dozen seconds, he came up with an idea. He beckoned Price closer, and when Price leaned in, the financial advisor lowered his voice and said:
“You can contact General Brian of the Central Theater Command, and we can put on a show together for the President.”

“We will send an advisory team to the Central Theater Command to audit the accounts, and the Central Theater Command will send a helicopter to pick up these advisory teams.”

"The plane exploded in mid-air halfway through its flight."

"The consulting team is dead, the plane is gone, the pilots are gone."

"Our President Barack's idea of ​​auditing the accounts should also be gone!"

(End of this chapter)