Battlefield Contract Worker

Chapter 5482 Past grievances

"This place is nice." Sergey looked around.

After finishing speaking, Gonzalez turned on the lights in several other rooms, which turned out to be a communication center and a tactical command room.

"It was originally going to show off here. Now the Yankees have also withdrawn, and this place has not been put into use." Gonzalez replied.

"Then what do you mean by bringing us here?" Lin Rui looked at him and said.

"It's nothing, I keep my promise. I'll copy what you want." Gonzalez held the hard drive case in his hand.

"What the **** is in here?" Lin Rui looked at him.

"Everything, through us, the Secret Service infiltrated all the evidence of the intelligence agencies of various countries.

There is also evidence of intelligence trafficking by national intelligence agencies. Of course, everything is hidden under the veneer of legality. ' Gonzalez replied.

"In addition we have private business, including corporations, trade secrets of large companies."

"Using intelligence agencies to engage in commercial espionage." Lin Rui nodded, "Good business."

"Where there is profit, there is business, and illegal business is always the most profitable." Gonzalez shrugged. "It's all business to me."

"What role does the secret society play in this?" Lin Rui asked.

"They can be said to be my boss, or an investor, a controlling shareholder. Any explanation will do.

Originally, I was responsible for making money for them and providing various information facilities.

But when I found out that they were infiltrating and gradually taking control of the intelligence agencies, I knew it was going to be a big deal.

I had to figure out a way to get out, and I had to keep myself safe. That's why I collected this information.

In order to be able to provide countermeasures when needed. ' Gonzalez replied.

Gonzalez turned on the computer and started to unlock the hard drive box, preparing to upload a copy to the mailbox designated by Lin Rui.

"You think it's over? We still have an account to settle." Nightingale sat next to him, "How do you explain the killing of twelve Mossad agents during the 17-year mission?"

Gonzalez shook his head, "This has nothing to do with me, in fact, I have a good cooperative relationship with Mossad.

But you Israelis engage in intelligence as if you were fighting a war. Always at war, and by any means.

This is not what I said, but the original words of Major, former director of the National Security Council's Counterintelligence Division.

You investigate the Mossad internal intelligence leak, but the investigation touches the secret society organization.

The secret society organization has its own defense mechanism. Once it is investigated, it will take the initiative to cut off the clues.

Unfortunately, you have set off their defensive alarm. "

"Why do you say it has nothing to do with you?" Nightingale stared at him stubbornly.

"Miss, I think I have to explain that someone like me is in a very sensitive position.

I do not belong to any one intelligence organization, but I do business with multiple intelligence organizations.

This must ensure that I can't have no blemishes on my body, but I can't have too many blemishes.

Only when there are blemishes will they be controlled, and without too many blemishes, they will make themselves an acceptable employee.

Therefore, dealing with you has nothing to do with me. To put it bluntly, I am a middleman between the secret society organization and the intelligence agency.

I buy and sell intelligence and sometimes get weapons. Try to make yourself tainted, but never attack people in the intelligence agencies, this is the principle. "Gonzalez spread his hands.

"I believe him." Butler nodded.

"Father!" Nightingale looked at Butler. "He is most likely the one who killed our entire team, and the Dubai mission is most likely related to him!"

"Oh yeah, I almost didn't recognize you. Butler, former head of the Mossad's Bayonet Squad.

You have changed a lot over the years. Is this your daughter? It's no wonder that I can be tracked down based on such clues. "Gonzalez smiled.

"You know me." Butler looked at him.

"The person in charge of the Dubai mission, of course. However, your daughter was tricked by the secret society organization. And you were killed by your own people.

The reason why you are like this is really because of me. ' Gonzalez nodded.

"What do you mean?" Butler looked at him.

Gonzalez replied, "Meaning, you Mossad hired my people to monitor your entire operations.

Since they provided a detailed plan, we made arrangements in advance to install pinhole cameras, various monitoring and listening equipment.

Of course they only said at the time that these were only used to assess the reasonableness of the operation.

You're an expert, and you know this sort of thing happens sometimes.

As a professional agent, you are also obliged to accept the evaluation of your actions by your superiors.

They have to assess your command, your mental state, and your ability to handle a crisis. to ensure that you are qualified for certain positions. "

Butler looked at him. "I know what an assessment is. Lots of boring forms, all kinds of boring tests, and lots of physicals."

Gonzalez looked at him with a half-smile, "At that time, it seemed that you were about to be promoted, and it is reasonable for the upper Mossad to prepare such an action evaluation.

And the people they hired me made it plausible because third-party involvement kept a more objective perspective.

But the real highlight is in the back. "

Butler looked at him coldly, "Go on."

"Your mission at the time was to assassinate Ma Bahuh. The target boarded Emirates flight EK912 in Damascus to go to Dubai.

At this time, he has been targeted by your people.

After he got off the plane, two Europeans with European passports began to track him.

At this time, Mabahuh apparently did not realize that he was being followed, and he took the bus to the five-star hotel Bustan Rotana in Dubai as planned.

You were monitoring him the whole time, but I didn't expect that you were being monitored by my people too.

Your killer was in the room, injecting a chemical called succinylcholine into Mabahuh before suffocating him with a pillow.

It was an anesthesia agent, apparently designed to numb him and prevent the victim from struggling and fighting, making him appear to have died of natural causes.

You were professional, did a great job, and retreated quickly. No flaws were left.

The Dubai Police found nothing unusual," Gonzalez laughed, "I'll be honest, it was efficient and fast.

So, I followed the Mossad's request to record the whole process~www.readwn.com~ and attached an evaluation report of the operation.

I still remember that I gave you an A+ for the classification command, but there were some minor flaws in the operatives, so I gave you an A-.

The report, along with videos of these actions, was handed to the top Mossad officials. "

"And then what?" Butler gritted his teeth.

"For some reason, my assessment report disappeared from the Mossad records and the video file was released a few days later.

The Dubai Police subsequently released the processed surveillance video, which clearly restored the entire assassination process, which made the world watch a real 007 documentary.

This assassination is also the first time that the entire Mossad assassination operation has been monitored and recorded.

In addition, the Dubai police also released the photos of eleven agents, and Mossad was completely slapped in the face.

You, the operational commander, are of course responsible for this. "Gonzalez's smile was full of teasing.

(End of this chapter)