Chapter 0758 reality is like this
After leaving the CIA's Langley headquarters, Michelle felt depressed. She walked to the parking lot with a stack of information and threw it into the rear seat of her Chevrolet - it was a headache, and there was bureaucracy everywhere.
The old white men who listened to the report today said that they would study the report submitted by Mi Xueer, and would be very grateful for her recent outstanding work report, and hoped that she would continue to work hard.
These words may be a little touched the first time I heard them, but I feel nauseous after hearing them too much.
The little foreign girl got into the car and pinched her forehead. She knew very well that the social and political atmosphere in the United States - the Cold War was won, but the United States also paid a considerable price.
Except for a few madmen, Washington politicians all hope to relax. The most obvious feature is that the president who won the Gulf War was not re-elected and changed to a higher position who was good at engaging in the economy but could not control his crotch.
Unlike many people imagined, the military power of the United States in the early 1990s was invincible, but its economy fell into a trough. Continuing the high-intensity Cold War was not in line with the interests of the consortium, and the country needed to change.
In this context, Mixueer could not get much resources. She sighed and opened a file, which was posted by the notification sent by the local chicken security department to the NATO intelligence agency.
Simply put, there is a group of local chickens' ordnance warehouse keeper who steals himself and secretly transports the scrapped tank engine to Borispoor opposite the Black Sea, hoping to make a fortune.
He was caught.
The smuggled engine belongs to the M48 series designed and manufactured in the 1990s. By the 1990s, this old tank had been almost iterated and improved many times.
Ten years ago, the native chicken took over a large number of old M48s, and then improved it with a German diesel engine to replace the original American gasoline engine.
The replaced gasoline engine is actually useful, but the gearbox is thrown into the warehouse. Ten years later, it is naturally listed as "scrapped".
Since Borispol's black market trading has been very prosperous recently, and rumors that it is very safe to trade there, the local chicken manager who keeps these "waste products" have used his brains.
If the number of smuggled in this batch is only a few or a dozen, the matter will probably not be exposed at all. But the local chicken managers who were involved in the incident probably had a problem with their brains, and they planned to sell all the more than 2,000 "waste products".
"What an exaggeration." Mixueer shook her head gently, curiously continuing to look through the file, wanting to know... "Who will sell more than 2,000 second-hand gasoline engines produced forty years ago?"
Sure enough, a familiar name appeared.
‘Holy Light’.
"Strange, what are the 'Holy Light's doing to buy this kind of junk?" Mixueer couldn't understand. She knew very well that 'Holy Light' showed that she was picking up rags everywhere, but in fact she was quite picky in buying things.
After reviewing the interrogation records in the file, the price of each engine and gearbox is only 3,000 US dollars. This price is similar to selling scrap iron.
"The power used to lower the reduction to be used as mining trucks?" Mixueer read the entire file before she saw the news that the local chicken safety department learned from other channels.
Although it was a product from forty years ago, the military power system is much stronger than that of civilian products. A gasoline engine with a few hundred horsepower can be completely used for civilian trucks after being transformed.
Sanmao's Minsk Vehicle Manufacturing Factory will obtain this batch of power systems to produce 2,000 heavy mining trucks with loads of dozens of tons for "Sheng Light". The price of the whole vehicle can be made very cheap.
This large manufacturer that produces land vehicles for intercontinental missiles is strong, but has lost orders recently and lives a very miserable life. Faced with this big business, the Minsk factory agreed very quickly.
"I see."
The mystery was revealed, but Mixue'er was not happy at all. She always felt that the "Holy Light" would not stop there, but there was indeed no other news on the file.
When the local chicken safety department cracked the case, more than 1,800 sets of ‘waste’ power systems had been transported to Borispol by moving the house.
After making a huge profit of 5 million US dollars, more than a dozen ordnance warehouse administrators were proud. They planned to sell the remaining 500 units at one time, but the result was exposed because of the large volume.
"It's necessary to go to the local chicken."
Mixueer felt that she could dig deep into this clue. The native chicken is a member of NATO, and the CIA can act publicly in this country, which is no more frustrating than being restrained by Ermao.
Taking a military plane, Michelle flew directly from Virginia to Ankara, the capital of the native chicken. More than a dozen unlucky guys caught were detained in the prison of the National Security Committee of the National Chicken. She met these people twenty-four hours later as a NATO security officer.
In the small and dark interrogation room, the unlucky guys, both old and young, were crying and repenting of their crimes of stealing and selling state property.
But what Mi Xueer saw in the eyes of the local chicken intelligence personnel who accompanied the interrogation was envious - that batch of "scrap" was actually useless, and it would be considered a big profit if it could be sold for millions of dollars.
“I’m from the CIA.”
Mixue'er sat behind the interrogation table and showed her ID to the trial. She said coldly with a stern face: "If you can provide some useful clues, I will help you reduce your sentence."
‘American’ ‘commodation of sentence’, these two words are enough.
The unlucky guys are like drowning people encountering life-saving straws, thrusting desperately and thinking hard, wanting to change the opportunity to reduce sentences or even survive.
Mixue'er spent three days to re-sell the "scrap" power system like a decouple. She quickly obtained a clue that was not a clue.
Most of the more than a dozen unlucky guys do not speak English, and are only responsible for transporting "scrap" and paying for it afterwards. Only two leaders have been to Borispol who know English.
One of them mentioned a detail, "There is a bar in the black market. I have been to it several times. Once I heard someone speak a verbal chicken, and I couldn't help but look at it. The man flashed past me and couldn't see his face clearly. But I remember what he said."
Mixueer immediately asked, "What did you say?"
The unlucky guy who knew English did not speak, but instead looked at the intelligence officer of the Chinese chicken who was accompanying the interrogation. The latter immediately shouted in anger: "Don't say those unproven words, otherwise you will suffer more serious punishment for slander."
The unlucky guy looked at Mixue'er helplessly, then his head drooped and he closed his mouth.
Mixue'er was very anxious and asked quickly. But at this end of the interrogation, the earth-shaking staff asked her to leave. The two sides confronted each other for a long time, and Xiao Yangniu had to give in on someone else's territory.
But after leaving the prison of the National Security Committee of the Tuji National Security Committee, Michelle immediately reported to her superior in Virginia using a confidential line. As a result, her superior said lightly: "I knew what you said last week. I sent you there to confirm it."
"What exactly happened?" Mixueer asked.
"In the early 1980s, we gave the native chickens a plane manufacturing plant in Ankara and a production line for F-16C/D fighter jets, allowing them to assemble and overhaul, and even produce some spare parts.
The last time you reported that "Holy Light" could get US avionics and engines, we started investigating these production lines. It turned out that the management of the domestic aircraft manufacturer was chaotic and many spare parts of the fighter disappeared.
Behind this is a lot of senior Chinese chickens, who are likely to use our technology to trade with our enemies. But Chinese chickens will never admit it. You have to understand that we cannot control this country."
When Mi Xueer heard this, a cloud of anger gushed out of her chest. She cursed, "Damn it, why did she have such an allies? If these technologies were in the hands of the 'Holy Light', would you know what this means?"
The superiors in Virginia were also helpless, "Michelle, calm down. This is politics, you and I can't escape. We have no evidence to prove the whereabouts of these technologies and spare parts."
Mixueer angrily said again: "When the evidence is found, it will be too late. What's the use of that time? Watch our opponents use our technology to produce advanced equipment to beat us up?"
Chapter completed!