Chapter 758: This is the reality

From the Langley headquarters in cia, Michelle was depressed. She walked into the parking lot with a stack of information and threw it into the back seat of her Chevrolet-a real headache, bureaucracy everywhere.
The group of old white men who listened to the report today said that they would study the report submitted by Michelle, and thanked her for her recent excellent work, and hoped that she would continue to work hard.
The first time I heard these words, I might be a little touched, but when I listened to them, I felt sick.
Xiaoyang Niu got into the car and squeezed her forehead. She is well aware of the social and political atmosphere in the United States-the Cold War has won, but the United States has also paid a considerable price.
With the exception of a few madmen, politicians in Washington hope to relax. The most obvious feature is that the president who won the Gulf War has not been re-elected. He has changed to a superior position who is good at economics but cannot control his crotch.
Unlike what many people imagined, the American military was invincible in the early 1990s, but its economy was at a low point. It is not in the interest of the consortium to continue the high-intensity cold war, and the country needs to change.
Against this background, Michelle can't get much resources. She sighed and opened a dossier. The top was a notification sent by the local chicken security department to the NATO intelligence agency.
To put it simply, there is a group of local arsenal of arsenal of turkeys guarding self-theft, secretly transporting scrapped tank engines to Borispol across the Black Sea, wanting to make a fortune.
The result was arrested.
The smuggled engine belongs to the m48 series designed and manufactured in the 1950s. By the 1990s, this old tank had been almost iterated and improved many times.
Local chickens took over a large number of old m48s ten years ago, and then improved them with German diesel engines, replacing the original gasoline engines in the United States.
In fact, the replaced gasoline engine can still be used, but it was thrown into the warehouse with the gearbox. Naturally, it has been classified as'scrapped' in the past ten years.
Due to the recent boom in the black market trading in Borispol, the outside world is rumored to be particularly safe to deal with, and the local chicken stewards who keep these'waste products' have used their brains.
If there are only a few or more than a dozen of these smugglers, things may not be exposed at all. But the turkey administrator who committed the crime probably had a brain problem, and they planned to sell more than two thousand ‘scrap products’.
"It's an exaggeration." Michelle shook her head gently. She continued to look at the file curiously, wondering... "Who would sell more than two thousand used gasoline engines produced forty years ago?"
As expected, familiar names appeared.
‘Holy Light’.
"Strange, what does ‘Holy Light’ do for this kind of junk?
Michelle couldn’t understand. She was very clear, ‘Holy Light’ indicated that she was picking up tatters everywhere, but in fact she was quite picky.
Looking at the interrogation records in the file, the price of each engine and gearbox is only three thousand dollars. This price is similar to selling scrap iron.
"The downgrade is used as the driving force for mining trucks?" Michelle read the entire dossier before she saw the news from the local chicken safety department.
Although it was a product forty years ago, military power systems are much more powerful than civilian products. The gasoline engine with hundreds of horsepower can be used for civilian trucks after transformation.
Sanmao’s Minsk vehicle manufacturing plant will obtain these power systems and produce 2,000 heavy mining trucks with a load of tens of tons for ‘Holy Light’. The vehicle price can be made very cheap.
This large factory that produces land vehicles for intercontinental missiles is strong, but recently no orders have been placed, and the life is very miserable. Faced with this big business, the Minsk plant promised very quickly.
"So it turns out."
The mystery was revealed, but Michelle was not happy at all. She always felt that ‘Holy Light’ would not stop there, but there was no other news on the file.
When the local chicken security department cracked the case, more than 1,800 sets of'scrap' power systems had been transported to Boryspil by ants.
After making a huge profit of five million dollars, more than a dozen ordnance warehouse administrators were smug. They planned to sell the remaining more than 500 units at one time, and the result was exposed because of the large shipping volume.
"It is necessary to go to the native chicken."
Michelle felt she could dig deeper into this clue. The turkey is a member of NATO, and cia can act openly in this country, but it is no less stubborn than being entangled in Ermao.
On a military plane, Michelle flew straight from Virginia to Ankara, the native capital of Turkey. The dozen or so unlucky eggs that were caught were detained in the jail of the National Security Council of Turkey. She saw these people as NATO security officers twenty-four hours later.
In the small and shady interrogation room, the unlucky eggs of all ages are crying and weeping, confessing their own crimes of stealing and selling state property.
But what Michelle saw from the eyes of the native chicken intelligence personnel accompanying the interrogation was envy-that batch of ‘scrap’ was really useless, and selling millions of dollars was a big deal.
"I am from the CIA."
Michelle sat at the interrogation table and showed her credentials to the people being interrogated. She said coldly, "If you can provide some useful clues, I will help you reduce the sentence."
‘American’ and ‘period commutation’, these two words are enough.
The unlucky eggs are like drowning people who encounter life-saving straw, thrashing desperately, thinking desperately, and wanting to change their sentence or even live a chance.
Michelle spent three days back and forth, reorganizing the process of reselling the'scrap' power system like a silkworm. She quickly got a clue that was not a clue.
Most of the dozen or so unlucky eggs do not speak English, and are only responsible for transshipment of ‘waste products’, after which money is distributed. Only two bosses have spoken in Borispol.
One of them mentioned a detail, "I have a bar in the black market, I have been to it a few times. I heard someone say native chicken, and I couldn't help but glanced at it. The man flicked past me and couldn't see clearly Face. But I remember what he said."
Michelle immediately asked, "What did you say?"
The unlucky egg who understood English didn't speak, but instead looked at the native chicken intelligence officer who accompanied the interrogation. The latter immediately shouted angrily: "Don't say those unconfirmed words, otherwise you will be more severely punished for defamation."
The unlucky egg looked at Michelle reluctantly, and then her head fell, closing her mouth.
Michelle was in a hurry and asked quickly. However, the interrogation ended, and the Turkish people asked her to leave. The two sides confronted each other for a while, and Xiaoyang Niu had to make concessions in others' territory.
After leaving the prison of the National Security Council of Turkey, Michelle immediately reported to her superior in Virginia with a confidential line. As a result, her superior said lightly: "I knew what you said last week, and I sent you to confirm it."
"What the happened?" Michelle asked.
"In the early 1980s, we gave the local chickens to build an aircraft manufacturing plant in Ankara, and gave them a production line for f-16c/d fighters, so that they have the ability to assemble and overhaul, and even produce some spare parts.
Your previous report said that "Holy Light" could get US-made avionics and engines, and we started investigating these production lines. As a result, it was found that the management of the aircraft manufacturing plant in Turkey was chaotic, and many spare parts of the fighter aircraft were missing.
Behind this involves many local chicken seniors, they are likely to use our technology to deal with our enemies. But the native chicken did not admit it. You have to understand that we cannot control this country. "
When Michelle heard this, a burst of anger burst from her chest. She yelled, "Damn, why did you have such an ally? If these technologies fall into the hands of the Holy Light, do you know what it means?"
The superior in Virginia is also helpless, "Michelle, calm down. This is politics, you and I can't escape. We don't have any evidence to prove the whereabouts of these technologies and spare parts."
Michelle angered again: "When the evidence is found, everything is late. What's the use at that time? Watching our opponents use our technology to produce advanced equipment to beat us?"
The superior sighed: "Yes, this is the reality. This is not the first time, we often make opponents ourselves."