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Chapter 480 Contains Information! (Third Update!)
Parker's voice made Benjamin instinctively turn his head to look over.

Knowing his boss didn't believe him, Parker quickly handed over the documents, and as Benjamin took them, he added:

"According to information from Israel, these individuals were reportedly hunting down someone who was planning a terrorist attack in Israel."

"But based on the information they provided, these guys seem to have been chasing Damira all along."

"Because their movement patterns highly overlap with those of Damira that we have information on."

Parker's explanation made Benjamin's face turn very ugly.

In this NATO coalition's offensive in Libya, America contributed the most, followed by France and Italy, then England, and even Spain, which was relatively inactive, provided an airport at this time.

But Israel, in particular, didn't even make a peep.

It seems that they weren't completely silent; they were just observing from the sidelines, waiting for their chance to enter. Now that the major battles are over, only the small fry who control the wealth are left outside, and that's their opportunity to enter.

After looking at the documents for a while, he casually tossed them into the trash can.
"You reply to the Israeli side, as the forward command under the America Central Theater Command."

"We have no right to interfere in the African theater of operations, nor can we send troops beyond the African theater of operations."

"If they want to rescue people, they should contact the Africa Command and the Africa Command will send personnel to rescue them."

Having received these words, Parker didn't leave. Instead, he stood there awkwardly. Benjamin frowned when he saw his expression.
"So, this crappy mission was thrown over by the Africa Command?"

“Yes!” Parker nodded. “The Africa Command said they had just finished a major battle, suffered heavy losses, and their men were exhausted. Now they’re going into another country to fight, which is risking their soldiers’ lives.”

"And then they dumped the blame on us!"

"Damn it!" Benjamin blurted out, closed his eyes to think for a moment, then suddenly opened them again: "Send out a group of team members who are posing as businessmen to rescue them."

"By the way, we must tell our people to bring the body back."

"I don't want to see any living people come back!"

Parker stood there for two seconds, then turned around and left without hesitation.

Eisent, who was standing to the side, waited a few seconds, but when he didn't get any additional tasks, he also turned around and left.

…………

Constantine, Algeria.

In the east of the city, in an unremarkable carpet shop, a Marine, formerly known as Aden Bagles and now called Adria Barker, idly stands guard at the shop entrance. Whenever he sees someone passing by, he holds up the carpet he's been sitting on and tries to sell it to them.

But this isn't a wealthy area, and the carpets aren't cheap either. People passing by didn't buy any; they were just passing through.

He was like a tireless machine, lifting up the carpet whenever someone passed by.

At noon, the gate leading from the shop to the backyard opened, and a man of similar age but with a somewhat similar appearance walked up to him carrying a plate of yogurt and two pancakes. After setting the food down, the man shrewdly surveyed his surroundings and whispered:
“Aden, from…”

"Shut up!" Aden said in a low voice, holding a piece of bread dipped in yogurt and stuffing it into his mouth. "Remember, my name is now Adria, and your identity is my brother Albania, a shop assistant and part-time cook."

"The helpers and cooks won't look at you like that, remember that?"

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Beside him, Albania withdrew his gaze, staring blankly ahead, and muttered softly:
"The command ordered that an Israeli special forces team was blocked in the mountains about 100 kilometers south of Constantine."

"Let's go over and rescue them."

“I’m not going!” Adria calmly uttered a single word, while simultaneously soaking the biscuit in yogurt and stuffing it into her mouth.

He had barely finished speaking when Albania whispered again, "The orders from headquarters are: no living people, only dead people."

"Even if they're alive, we have to kill them."

Adria stopped eating, slowly turned his head, and upon receiving confirmation from Albania's face, a smile immediately bloomed on his bearded face: "Go!"

"Go contact that monitoring group and ask them for technical assistance!"

"Notify the others to pack their gear and get ready to go!"

Meanwhile, at Constantine International Airport, a Qatar Airways cargo plane from Spain landed slowly, delivering a large amount of electronic cargo that had been transshipped from a Spanish port.

At the airport customs, Marbury excitedly rubbed his hands together, awaiting the arrival of his electronic cargo.

As the son of a local landlord and powerful figure, he naturally had no shortage of mobile phones.

However, the landlord's family had no surplus grain, and naturally, not much money to distribute to the people below them.

Moreover, in earlier years, Algeria's basic communication infrastructure was practically non-existent, let alone necessary.

This deployment was actually funded by Damira, who claimed that modern troops are information-based troops.

As a tribal armed force, even if we cannot achieve the level of informatization required for a military, we must at least ensure smooth communication.

The first step is to configure the phone.

In addition to offering his pledge of loyalty, this guy also gave an extra sum of money, which was all converted into a cell phone.

Shortly after, the customs shuttle bus arrived in front of Marbury with the goods. After completing the necessary procedures, Marbury left the airport with the boxes.

After leaving the airport, he took out 1500 of the 1800 mobile phones and piled them up at his villa in Constantine. He had the remaining 300 phones taken back to Tamluka.

The clan has few members, and its tribal forces are also limited. Among the tribal warriors, even fewer are literate and adept at using mobile phones.

300 units is enough.

Once the people who went to Tamluka left, Marbury's men immediately took the remaining 1500 phones and rushed to every corner of Constantine, selling them all at slightly below market price.

Those who received the phones immediately turned them on and enjoyed the convenience of modern communication.

However, the person responsible for listening in was in trouble.

…………

Hrubb is located southeast of Constantine.

This is a satellite city of Constantine. It has a small building area and a small population, but it is relatively quiet. Therefore, the monitoring team temporarily transferred from the Central Military District of America set up its monitoring base here.

The person in charge was Major Elena Leonard from the CIA.

The major was delighted when the first cell phone signal lit up on the big screen, and she was also delighted when the second signal lit up.

But when the 1264th signal lit up, she couldn't be happy anymore.

Because the previous 1263 signals were all in a call!

Moreover, the calls are very frequent; these signals will make a call every two hours or so, and each call will last for half an hour.

For them, those half hours were pure torture. No one knew if the people making those calls were using code words, nor did they know if, during that half hour, the person being monitored suddenly revealed their situation in a single sentence.

Just as she was at her wit's end, a technician next to her suddenly looked up and said, "Major Elena, we've run out of storage units!"

One sentence, like a heavy hammer blow, knocked Elena to the ground.

The 32-year-old major suddenly knelt on the ground, covered his face with his hands, and began to sob.

This is completely different from what they envisioned!
In their plan, they would obtain important intelligence through eavesdropping, then capture all those being monitored, and then these people could return to their respective departments and receive the corresponding medals and bonuses.

After receiving their bonuses, their department heads would grant them leave, allowing them to vacation on beaches in Hawaii, Norway, or England.

Instead of listening to a bunch of useless nonsense that fills up their storage space, as is the case now.

He hadn't been crying for long when the person next to him responsible for external communications looked up again:

"Major, the commander codenamed Adria has sent a call request. Do you wish to answer?"

Hearing an external call, Elena wiped away her tears, stood up, walked to the communications soldier, and calmly took the receiver:
"This is Elena, Commander Adria, please speak!"

"Have you intercepted any useful information? We can't find that Israeli squad right now, and we need your information."

Elena, holding the receiver, turned around and looked at the person behind her. The person behind her immediately spread their hands:
"Major Elena, this information is all about what groceries we bought today, what the kids ate, and that I bought a new phone today. This information definitely doesn't include..."

“No!” Elena raised her hand, interrupting the speaker. Then, the young female major stared at the speaker and said calmly:

"We have information!"

"Vegetable" is definitely a code name. The area more than 100 kilometers south of Constantine is a mountain range, and the mountain range is green.

"The child must be one of the armed men they sent out."

"The cell phone they bought must refer to the Israeli special forces team that was surrounded. The amount of money spent should be based on their losses or the amount of weapons and equipment they carried."

"Yes! That's it!" Elena clapped her hands, turned around, and was about to analyze the data.

Beside him, the dozen or so members of the surveillance organization stood there with their mouths agape, silently watching their leader go mad.

Twenty minutes later, Elena analyzed the information and relayed this so-called intelligence to Adria at the front.

In the small town of Abelius, south of Constantine, on the border of the provinces of Batna and Hanshelay, Adria looked at the intelligence reports that had been synchronized with him and, for the first time, began to doubt whether his teammates were even human.

But there's no other way; the task has to be done.

He spread out the map, placed all the known information on the edge of the map, and pressed his finger on the mountainous area further south on the map:

"According to the analysis of the monitoring team, the last place where those birdmen lost contact was this location."

“These are all hillsides, so we need to travel by pickup truck and then transfer to motorcycles halfway there.”

In the end, we still have to rely on our own two feet.

"Finally, there is the number of armed personnel on the other side. It has been confirmed that there are more than 200 armed personnel controlling the Israeli special forces team. In addition to rifles, they also have some heavy weapons, the number of which is unknown, so we must be careful."

"Then comes the evacuation!"

"Our mission is only to bring the Israeli team back. We are not required to bring any living people, let alone dead people. So, just bring two photos."

"If the entire Israeli squad is killed, then just take a few photos."

"If it's confirmed that the Israeli squad is alive, then kill them all, and then take the photos."

"Now, let's go!"

The pickup truck convoy set off from the small town, climbing up the winding mountain road. The people crouching inside the trucks held their guns with both hands, cautiously watching their surroundings.

Three hours later, they arrived at their destination.

There was nothing at the target location.

…………

In Suzhou, Lin Yi placed his phone on the table and huddled on the sofa at the other end of the office. On the other end of the line, Guo Song was hurling a torrent of curses.

Do you know what those people are doing?

"They're corrupting the database! Do you even know what kind of content they're receiving?"

"Everything about family matters!"

"With just these things, find two old men and women, bring two tape recorders, sit at the entrance of the alley, and you can record tens of thousands of gigabytes a day."

"Completely unnecessary..."

"Tell me, doesn't America have a lot of money? Why would she spend money on something like this?"

Don't they get bored?

"Our comrades in the intelligence department analyzed that America must have her reasons for doing this, but we haven't found the key yet, so we still need you to find that key."

"But it's okay if you can't find it, because... oh well, good luck!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yi patted his chest with lingering fear, carefully walked to the phone, and only after confirming that the call had ended did he put his phone in his pocket, then opened his email and took out the attachment from the email.

Those were several audio clips.

He put on his headphones and clicked play.

A slightly different Arabic language than that used in the Middle East came through the speakers. After listening for a few minutes, Lin Yi decisively took off his headphones, selected the audio clips, and deleted them.

Because this is how ordinary Arabs communicate in their daily lives.

No matter how you listen, some of the people's words don't contain any hidden information, which means that America's wiretapping this time has reached ordinary people.

Just as Lin Yi was about to mock America for being stupid, a memory flashed through his mind of the Prism program, which he had seen in his previous life, involving America's eavesdropping.

In this plan, they monitored people all over Europe.

Therefore, America's decision to spy on ordinary Algerians this time was purely because she had too much money and was too naive.

He asked himself the question, then took out his phone and sent a message to Eisent:
[Mr. Eisent, is that listening device any good?]

After sending the message and waiting a while, Lin Yi didn't receive a message from Eisent, but instead received a message from Zhang Yiming.

[Boss, our software is already compatible with Apple's platform and has passed stability testing. If you're in a hurry, we can arrange for its release!]

(End of this chapter)