Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1285: Threat

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The estate of Crown Prince Hammandan, the secret basement.

Fidel from the CIA took his men to arrange this place as a simple command post. He mobilized a group of elite soldiers to prepare to compete again with the stealth soldiers who seriously endangered the safety of the United States. But now he can only scold at the table ...

"These **** green religious dignitaries, I not only can't catch anyone, but I'm also mad at him. Why are they so stupid? We are here to help, but they are making trouble for us."

The uneasy Fidel unbuttoned his suit and walked back and forth under a gang of genus with his hands on his hips. His assistant stopped talking and could not persuade him.

Fidel's plan is to loosen the outside and tighten the inside, and arrange a small number of elite soldiers to try to lure his opponent into a trap. Although the method is old-fashioned, opponents may not be fooled, but in the end this is a trial-and-error routine.

But what about Crown Prince Hammandan? The guy who was afraid of death called in thousands of military police directly to encircle his estate, and it was still a big fan, with a deterrent posture. He was loudly telling his opponents hiding in the dark not to come.

All this made Fidel's plot fall short.

Waiting for his boss to calm down a bit, Fidel ’s assistant carefully reported to the frontline: “Sir, we have started investigating all the people who have entered and exited the UAE in the recent period, and strengthened border security. "

"It's useless at all. We don't even know what the real opponent looks like, this method can't even track the Russian woman Valena." Fidel shook his head.

The intelligence assistant touched his nose and continued to look at the folder in his hand and said: "We had a detailed conversation with the medical staff at the medical department at that time. The Valena who was sent at that time was seriously injured.

But when the Invisible Warrior arrives, she quickly wakes up and can act on her own without relying on arms and equipment. She was a person who was sent to the ICU for serious coma and was able to walk on her own within a few minutes. This was considered a medical miracle by the doctors at the scene. "

Fidel scratched his head. He was very distressed. Well, he said he knew.

And the intelligence assistant continued: "What makes us strange is that in the preliminary investigation the next day, a female reporter suddenly fell into a coma while trying to reveal some kind of clue. We are trying to find a way to wake her up, even Send her from Dubai to Tel Aviv with better medical conditions.

But Israeli medical experts also said that the patient ’s condition was very strange. They thought that the female reporter had been artificially entered into a state of brain death, and even if she was awake, she might lose her memory. It seems that this is probably caused by some kind of spy agent that is not known to us. "

In the end, the intelligence assistant gave some photos, "This is what we found some footprints near the manor this morning, which is consistent with the footprints we saw in Palmyra. We can be sure that our opponents did come, But we did not get into the trap we set. "

After hearing the last paragraph, Fidel scolded 'Damn' angrily. "Any chance to catch an opponent is very valuable, but now it is wasted because of the timidity of those green religion waste."

Fidel is really vomiting blood, he is leaning back in his chair and wondering what to do next? Suddenly, his subordinates whispered, "Head, a mail was sent to our CIA's internal mailbox. The sender named and asked to talk to the CIA commander at the Crown Prince's Estate in Dubai."

Fedelton froze and sat upright. He took over the tablet delivered by his men and glanced at the so-called mail. The email itself is very simple, not simply an attachment. This is a video taken by Zhou Qingfeng from his digital helmet. The picture is that he killed mercenary in the manor two days ago.

The picture is very messy, and the time is only ten seconds, but it can be seen that this must be taken from the perspective of the invisible warrior. It's not that he couldn't take the picture at all.

"This guy wants to contact me?" Fidel thought for a few seconds in his head, and then asked, "Did you inform the Secretary about this?"

"All the senior officials in the bureau know that Director Brennan has authorized you to contact with the other party." The men said they gave the authorization certificate.

Fidel is a bit big headed. This kind of direct contact with opponents has always been difficult, but now he has to do it when the time comes. He responded to this mysterious email through his mailbox, roughly introduced his identity, and asked the other party's intentions.

"Release the captured Syrian girl this time, and severely punish the Crown Prince Hamandan, depriving him of his status, power and property." The other end of the network, Zhou Qingfeng, quickly made his own request.

This is impossible!

Of course, Fidel will not refuse directly. He attempts to use a variety of excuses and words to talk to his opponent. But the other side of Zhou Qingfeng is not fooled, but directly said: "I know you will not easily agree to my request, in fact, I also think about how to obtain sufficient exchange conditions."

When I saw the last sentence of the email, ‘You are waiting,’ there was a kind of creepy thrill in Filton. As if the disaster is coming, trouble is coming soon!

"Immediately send out a terrorist attack alert, order all US consulates around the world to increase their security, domestic security should be strengthened, and inform our allies, ..." Fidel said a series of countermeasures in one breath. The more he said, the more he said. It's a panic-there are holes everywhere!

What should we do?

Fidel sent several emails in a row to call on his opponent to calm down. There is nothing to talk about, but the opponent has no news.

"Contact the Russians and allow them to restrain their agents, otherwise we will also launch a revenge attack on a par."

The situation returned to the CIA headquarters, and even Director Brennan was shocked. He quickly asked for a dialogue with the Russian side, because everyone has always believed that the invisible fighters are their people.

But the Russian Ministry of Internal Affairs replied in an official tone-it was not their people who attacked the Crown Prince of Hammandan, they were also chasing the out of control Valena.

There is always a kind of horrible balance among the five gangsters. Various underground operations maintain a kind of balance. Otherwise, the destruction of the balance will lead to large-scale retaliation. After all, attacking is much simpler than defending, and no one wants to tear up his face and fight blood.

Be aware that the CIA has fought against stealth fighters for more than one or two rounds, and there is currently no way to restrain the opponent. Now in the face of threats, the CIA has to assess how much damage it will suffer if things go out of control. If there is another big trouble like 911, it will be a tragedy!

"The security inspection in the United States has been raised to the highest standard, and it is not easy for the enemy to destroy."

"We believe that opponents may target vulnerable overseas consulates and companies."

"The European allies will also be under a lot of pressure, as if ISIS had made many terrorist attacks in Europe before. Uh ..., it looks like we were instigated."

Every national security analyst began to rack his brain, thinking about where his country might be attacked. And their various subtexts also indicate one thing: My big American will not easily succumb, nor will I compromise with terrorists!

After being informed that all security forces have been raised to the highest level, Fidel, who was in charge of communication, struck out a mail that refused any negotiation request with a daze.

And this email was sent, but the unresponsive mailbox soon appeared a new message-you are very confident! So let me see if it ’s a trash crown prince or your F-22.

What? !