There was a big difference in the reactions of the major newspapers to this intelligence report.

The media, which had a relatively large influence, were relatively restrained, and only pointed out the person in charge of a large intelligence agency.

The relatively small lace media, fearing that the world will not be chaotic, even reported all the pictures and specific scenes, and even reported Daley's position, although it is not completely clear that the protagonist is Daley, but the discerning person understands it at a glance.

The scene is mainly focused on the Guantanamo Bay military base in Cuba. At the time, Daley was just an intelligence chief, mainly responsible for interrogation.

The prisoners were tortured and ill-treated in all kinds, and the Sam Nation GIs next to them laughed, with Daley having the most shots, giving the impression that he was involved in all the abuses.

For a time, public opinion was in an uproar, and almost all countries in the world unanimously condemned Sam's country's abuse of prisoners.

Of course, the male protagonist of it, Daley, was attacked in various ways.

In the office, the various and strange stares of his colleagues made him really unbearable.

Although insiders in the bureau understand that the CIA does dirty work all over the world, the leakage of these photos of prisoners also makes people wonder where the bottom line of his life is.

Colleagues outside the office heard the sound of things breaking from Daley's office, and the roars came and went.

Daley is really going crazy, how did these photos of top-secret information circulate, he really can't figure it out.

As a full-time intelligence officer, his memory, although he can't memorize it, recognizes that some of the scenes are indeed his own, but they are by no means the protagonists of the photographs that challenge the moral limits of humanity as revealed in the newspapers.

The person in there is not him, definitely not him.

However, judging from the photos, it is indeed him.

Daley, who erupted in madness, smashed everything in the office to pieces.

Unable to smash him, he sat on the ground and fell into deep thought.

After calming down, he asked the technicians, from familiar media personnel, to ask for the original documents of the photos, and analyzed them using professional instruments.

He believed that with the expertise of the CIA, it would be able to analyze that the photographs were fake.

After 2 hours, the results of the analysis brought by the technicians proved that the photos were real and there were no traces of forgery.

The strange gaze of the technician made him understand that even the CIA insiders believed that those photos were real.

Damn, I'm not old and confused, how can I let people take these photos.

In fact, he knew in his heart that although he had not done this, the people who did it were carried out according to his orders, and for a professional intelligence officer like him, obtaining information was the most important thing, and as for the means, was it important?

Someone is behind him, who is it?

After so many years of engaging in intelligence, there are so many people who have offended that I can't count them

Yes, but there are not many people who have the ability to obtain this information and use superb technical means to falsify photos.

After thinking about it, a person suddenly popped up in his mind, it was him, and he was the only one who had the technical ability and the means to steal information.

Jingle bell, and the phone suddenly rings.

Picking up the phone, the director's unhurried voice rang in his ears.

"Daley, I don't want to ask more about your affairs, it's just that I need an explanation from above, what do you think?"

Daley felt a pang in his heart, heard the subtext of the current game clearly, and silently scolded in his heart, "A fool can climb on my head, and he doesn't rely on gray transactions to get up!"

"Director, I don't know, who is going to deliberately smear me, you know, I won't do these things that challenge the bottom limit of human beings at all, that's what only beasts can do!"

The director snorted coldly in his heart, "You CIA old men who are engaged in intelligence, don't say it's a beast, it's not as good as a pure beast!"

"Okay, the impact of this matter is very bad, we have to find a way to suppress it and downplay this matter! You have been keeping a low profile lately, don't do anything else!

"I understand, Director!"

The phone clicked and hung up.

Daley hurriedly took the phone away and rubbed his buzzing ears.

"This idiot really thinks of himself as a leader!"

Looking at the photo of Zhang Yi in his hand, he hated it so much, this bastard made him notorious, and he must not be spared.

Picked up the phone, dialed it, and there was a feed on the other end of the phone.

"Zhang Yi, I know it's your doing! Are you crazy, I'm not happy, and you can't be better!"

"Hey, hey, what the hell, what kind of idiot is this, get through the phone and don't speak!" Holding back his laughter, Zhang Yi scolded angrily, and hung up the phone.

Daley was so angry that the tendons on his neck jumped, and he picked up the phone and smashed it directly against the wall, the phone was torn apart, and the historical mission was completely over.

In the office, he walked around, his blood-red eyes wide open, like a trapped beast.

The next morning, the content of the newspaper about Daley was updated again, and looking at the newspaper he got from the doorway, Daley, who had finally calmed down, immediately fell into a trough again.

He understands that this is Zhang Yi's revenge, the kind of revenge that does not achieve the goal and does not die.

But what could he do? There is no direct evidence at all. Therefore, there is no way to rely on official channels to arrest Zhang Yi and then try to extradite.

And the team sent to the Celestial Empire was stared at by the local police, and they didn't dare to equip it with weapons or anything.

wants to rely purely on personal force, these people, in the eyes of Zhang Yi, the guy whose personal force value is off the charts, are like a few little ants, which is really not worth mentioning.

Holding a briefcase, walking out of the house, he was pondering, and suddenly he felt, like

Something, flying towards him.

When he looked up, a round thing continued to enlarge in his vision, and with a loud sound, it smashed on his forehead, and a fishy smell spread, and liquid flowed down his forehead.

He took out a tissue and hurriedly wiped it down.

Looking up, a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers pointed at him and laughed, the eggs in his hand flew towards him like raindrops, he dodged left and right, the number was too much, and he was constantly shot, so he had to flee in panic.

In the distance, there was a commotion, flashing lights were constantly on, and the sound of horns, like submachine guns, rang out in one place.

The more intelligent reporter picked up the camera, chased Daley's figure, and kept shooting.

Now the lace news of celebrities is not popular, the deputy director of the CIA was embarrassed by the neighbor's bear children, this is very exclusive news, it is estimated that the newspaper can sell a lot more, and can get a large bonus.

The current CIA has purely become the birthplace of jokes to entertain the public, the director is changing back and forth like a marquee, and the deputy director is like this bear, and the daily intelligence exposure is simply robbing the entertainment paparazzi for their jobs.

(End of chapter)

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