On the third day of Ilham's meeting with Zhou Qingfeng, Satari, who had been in charge of purchasing the Tomcat parts, took the plane to Boryspil with the wishes of the Persian higher-ups and began formal talks with Zhou Qingfeng.

It was also a makeshift field command tent, and the meeting between the two was relatively relaxed. Zhou Qingfeng first asked: "Is the 'Tomcat' engine sold to you half a year ago easy to use?" ”

Ahaha...... Satari immediately smiled heartily and nodded vigorously: "Very good, very good."

With the spare parts purchased in Boryspil, we have repaired eight Tomcats in six months, and the combat readiness rate of the Tomcats that can fly has doubled.

Thank you so much. We are preparing to hold a show of armaments in the near future to show the evil enemy what we are capable of. Persia will never be crushed by the blockade. ”

To be able to repair eight Tomcats in half a year is a great feat for Satari. Seeing him smiling happily, Zhou Qingfeng said faintly: "But this is far from enough to break the blockade, your economy is still in difficulty." ”

Blockade is a tried-and-true trick of Eagle Sauce, which can really make a country embarrassed and drag down the development of the whole society. There are many examples, and flower growers are one of them.

Persia's industrial capacity was limited, and oil exports were almost its lifeblood. But the Persian Gulf is controlled by Eagle Sauce, and no one should want to do business with Persia easily. It is even worse than the flower planter.

In order to break the blockade, Persia devised all sorts of tricks, but none of them could match the benefits of oil exports.

Zhou Qingfeng's words were even more blatant slap in the face, "The military accessories you have purchased recently have dropped sharply, but civilian products are increasing rapidly." Within half a year, the transaction volume was close to 100 million US dollars. ”

Satari was stunned. He knows better than Yilham what is going on?

Because 'Holy Light' has its own airlines and transport aircraft, logistics are very convenient. A large number of Persian magnates saw the business opportunity and ran desperately to purchase. All that is spent is real foreign exchange reserves.

As for the 'tomcat'......, isn't Eagle Sauce not here yet, what are you afraid of?

Everything in the world is worse than that.

Secretly mocked a few words, and Zhou Qingfeng was not embarrassed by Satari. He directly threw out his plan, "Maybe we can help each other." I am willing to buy your oil, and we will take care of the transportation. ”

Is there such a good thing?

Satari immediately looked up, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a savior.

"But I want to reach a currency swap agreement with you. Referring to the US dollar exchange rate, the soft sister currency is exchanged for rial. Oil trade is paid in soft coins. Zhou Qingfeng made the first condition.

Satari hesitated.

"I have an aerospace complex in my hands that is developing a new generation of heavy multi-role fighters based on the prototype of the F-14A Tomcat fighter. I hope you will get involved and invest. ”

Satari's expression was even more broken.

Zhou Qingfeng also has a third condition, "My 'consortium' also has a blue army fleet, and I hope that we can send pilots to each other for actual combat exercises and improve each other." As for the 'Tomcat' accessories you need, you can naturally buy them with Softgirl Coins. ”

Satari was already expressionless, staring at Zhou Qingfeng coldly, trying to find out what the other party was trying to do? But after thinking about it for a long time, I still returned to the original point - selling oil.

Persia desperately needed to sell oil for foreign exchange. This is another matter of money, almost a dead knot - the bitter eagle sauce in the world has been in the world for a long time, and the hegemony of the dollar has suppressed the whole world to death.

After thinking about it for a long time, Satari did not veto Zhou Qingfeng's request. He said that he would report to Tehran first, and that he had no right to make any decisions.

Zhou Qingfeng understood this, and then watched as Satari wrote a draft of the telegram for the attaché to return to Kiev and send it back to Tehran.

At the same time, at the Eagle Sauce Embassy in Ermao in Kyiv, Michelle, a little foreign girl belonging to the CIA, was standing boredly at the window on the second floor of the embassy, staring at the scattered pedestrians on the street.

After the failure of the attack on Boryspor, Michelle immediately fled back to the embassy, and also escaped the revenge of Zhou Qingfeng and the black market merchants. That night, she received dozens of calls for help, all of them hoping that Yingchan would help.

But then there was no then. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't come in time, Marco would have almost lost his life. He later launched a brutal massacre in a rage, frantically taking revenge on his enemies.

Not to mention the backbone of the public intellectuals supported by Eagle Sauce, even the informants who the CIA has painstakingly laid down for many years, and even the members of NGOs as third parties have been mercilessly slaughtered. Even the authentic American personnel responsible for the behind-the-scenes organization did not escape.

The CIA wanted to get rid of the stronghold of Boryspil, and Zhou Qingfeng wiped out all the personnel related to the CIA with his backhand, leaving only the Eagle Sauce embassy untouched, which was regarded as giving the last bit of face.

The day after the incident, Michelle received news one after another. Nearly half of the intelligence network she was in charge of was uprooted, and the rest were panicked and fled.

Some of the victims were in high positions and were heavily protected, but they were also killed one after another, and they had no power to resist. Some even died inexplicably, and the murderer could not be traced afterwards.

Eagle Sauce's influence in the Ermao family was instantly lost by at least one-third, and the remaining two-thirds had to lie dormant or even flee.

Michelle was puzzled afterwards - how did the 'Holy Light' infiltrate her intelligence network? Some intelligence agents were obviously one-way contacts, but they were also killed accurately.

The slaughter was so brutal that Michelle regretted instigating her superiors to crack down on the Holy Light. She did not understand this opponent at all and could not withstand its means of retaliation.

The CIA's top brass is also aware of the gravity of the situation, but they can't afford it now and must bear it. They must retaliate in equal measure, either until one side falls, or until both can't stand it anymore.

During the Cold War, the United States and the Soviet Union hunted each other's intelligence agents. This hunt is extremely brutal and bloody, and it can easily affect innocents. All expatriate intelligence agents must be extremely careful, and if they are exposed, they will die.

Despite her frustration, Michelle believes that the C.I.A. is a temporary failure. The United States is strong enough to kill this official-backed smuggling company, and it will only take a while.

The little girl stood in front of the one-way transparent window for a long time, and there was a knock on the office door. An intelligence attaché from the embassy walked in, holding a piece of paper in his hand, "Michelle, we've listened to and deciphered some special radio messages. ”

The information on the page is simple, but the content is clear.

The little girl glanced at it a few times and was shocked, "How did this damn company hook up with the Persians?" What does F-14A mean? The Persians handed over the Tomcat fighter to the Holy Light for improvement?

The Light still wants to do the Persian oil business? Aren't they afraid of our blockade in the Gulf? What new sea smuggling channels are not available? ”

Michelle asked a series of questions in one breath, but the military attache of the embassy only shrugged his shoulders. The latter sighed: "We are trying to re-establish our hands in Boryspil. But unfortunately, none of them succeeded.

Instead, the intelligence officer in charge of the matter was killed while out shopping three days ago. The Kyiv police determined that it was a robbery and murder, and we can only keep protesting against it.

This goddamn corporation is killing our people without any scruples, but there's nothing we can do about it. My men were demoralized, and they were even afraid to leave the embassy. ”

This is the price paid for not knowing the details of the opponent.

Michelle could only insist on saying: "My responsibility, I will investigate." Kyiv's intelligence network has been breached, but the Persian side is still under our control. It is impossible for an opponent not to make a mistake at all. ”

Both of the Eagle Sauce intelligence officers nodded calmly and decided to continue their work.

At the same time, Satari, who had sent the encrypted message, accepted Zhou Qingfeng's invitation to dinner. When the two were talking, Zhou Qingfeng specially asked: "The encrypted communication machine you use is from the Swiss Crypto company, right?" ”

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the other party's contemptuous tone, Sattari's heart immediately tightened, and he felt that the steak on the plate was not fragrant.

Zhou Qingfeng snorted, "The Swiss Crypto company was controlled by the CIA twenty years ago, and the encrypted communication machine they sold has a backdoor in the software, which is easy to decipher. ”

As he spoke, Zhou Qingfeng deliberately gave out a piece of paper angrily, "I also have an intelligence collection team under my command, and as soon as your radio was sent, I received a deciphered message." Thank you for what you said about me in the message, and I don't intend to be angry. ”

Satari took the message and saw that it was the message he had asked the embassy to send to Tehran. There is not only Zhou Qingfeng's request, but also his evaluation of Zhou Qingfeng - a greedy and shameless yellow-skinned monkey.

"You know that this telegram will be deciphered by the CIA, why don't you warn you?"

"I've said it all, I'm not going to be angry about your offense."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled gloomily, and Satari suddenly sat on the wax, feeling cold - he was dragged into the water.