Chapter 138: CIA
On the border between Washington, D.C. and Virginia, on the Potomac River, this large complex of about 200 acres is the intelligence agency of the CIA, one of the four famous intelligence organizations.
These complexes are full of information from all over the world, and they are constantly busy. The director of the CIA's intelligence bureau, which manages tens of thousands of people, has four deputy directors under him, and they can find all kinds of intelligence information you want in it if you want. In some respects, there is no need for the leaders of these departments to actively search for them, and the subordinate agencies will automatically determine the level of information and deliver intelligence information to them, as is the case now.
In the conference room in front of the CIA's director's office, several deputy directors who are in charge of different departments on weekdays rarely meet here, and only after obtaining important intelligence information and under the orders of the director, they gather here for meetings and discussions.
Despite the daylight and blazing sun outside, the small conference room, which was just one door away from the CIA's director's office, pulled down the blinds to block out the bright light from the outside and used fluorescent lamps to illuminate it.
The current director of the CIA Intelligence Bureau, White Kennedy, together with the deputy director of the leadership management department, the operations department and the science and technology department, watched the slide operated by Paul McQueen, the deputy director of the intelligence department, and the projection screen on the mounted wall was the photos and video clips taken by the satellite and the aircraft camera when the F35 was fighting with the J-31. This is a photo taken half a month ago when the Chinese J-15 carrier-based aircraft clashed with the Japanese F2 fighter. ā
In the content of the photo, Xia Yu put down his goggles with a helmet and an oxygen breathing mask at the same time, so he couldn't see what he looked like at all, but Paul McQueen, who was in charge of intelligence sorting, pointed to the pilot of the J-31 cockpit and the pilot of the J-15 and said: "My analysts believe that from the analysis of shoulder distance, body size, etc., these two people should be the same person." ā
"All right, Paul." White Kennedy said, "What's the problem with telling me that the pilots of these two planes are the same person?" ā
"It's more than that, sir." Paul McQueen switched the video content, what was shown on the screen was three straight lines separated, as an intelligence officer, White Kennedy naturally knew that it was the information display interface of voiceprint analysis, White Kennedy did not speak, waiting for Paul McQueen's explanation.
Paul McQueen pressed the first play button, and the first straight line began to fluctuate slightly, and then Xia Yu's voice came out of the loudspeaker in the conference room: "Listen to the unknown plane ahead, you have ......"
With the appearance of Xia Yu's voice, the voiceprint analysis instrument began to automatically record Xia Yu's voice characteristics, and the ripples were recorded in a state of shaking up and down, and then Paul McQueen began to play the second audio content, which was still Xia Yu's voice: "Japanese pilots, please pay attention, we will stay here ......"
Several other deputy directors, including White Kennedy, also nodded, and they all understood the similarities marked on the voiceprint analysis instrument, and the 98.46% similarity was enough to confirm that the two voices belonged to the same person. But they don't understand why a pilot would make the deputy director in charge of the CIA's intelligence department care so much, and even put forward a resolution to hold a meeting, so that all the top command of the CIA can be brought together.
Bakersdale, the commander of the Science and Technology Division and one of the deputy commissioners, waved his hand and asked, "Paul, I don't understand, why exactly does this pilot deserve so much attention from you, is it just because he flies different planes?" ā
"If that's all I have, I wouldn't be so concerned about him." Paul McQueen looked at the four people in front of him and said in a deep voice: "You can listen to the next audio article to know why I asked for a commander's meeting." ā
After that, Paul McQueen pressed the play button again, and the audio content was still Xia Yu's voice, but this time it was no longer an English dialogue on the issue of territorial disputes, but real Chinese: "Tiangong...'hiss'... No., here...... Hiss...... Number...... Hiss...... Aircraft ......"
"Here...... Shenlong ......"
"Hiss...... Command Center ...... Speaking ......"
The audio content is not clear, so that several deputy directors who basically do not understand Chinese frowned tightly, just when the deputy director of the science and technology department, Barksdale, was about to say something, Paul McQueen said: "This is the space junk attack on the space station, we intercepted the communication between the Chinese aerospace aircraft and the ground command, just now is the original version, after technical processing, we have now obtained the corrected audio content, and the technicians have carried out synchronous translation, you see." ā
Paul McQueen pressed the play button again, which appeared on the screen, in addition to a voiceprint line, below it, there was also the English translation letter of the translator, which was part of the contact information between Xia Yu and the ground flight control center at that time.
When Xia Yu's voiceprint was singled out and placed to compare the information with the previous two voiceprint analysis, all the deputy directors, including the director of intelligence, White Kennedy, looked at the stripes that fluctuated up and down with Xia Yu's voice in surprise, and in their characteristic points, they were basically the same.
"Paul, are you saying that this aerospace pilot, who has been subject to high secrecy measures by Chinese officials, is now a pilot on the Jiangsu aircraft carrier battle group?" The deputy chief of operations, Nate Hendrix, looked at Paul McQueen in surprise and said, "How is this possible?" Are you sure? ā
In response to Nate Hendricks' inquiry, Paul McQueen nodded and said, "I didn't pay much attention to this information at first, but my analysts think it's at least eighty percent likely. ā
"Are the Chinese crazy or are we crazy?" Nate Hendrix couldn't believe that a person who had been exposed to a national space research mission and successfully flew into outer space to participate in actual scientific research, and had such a high level of secrecy, actually ran away to be an ordinary carrier-based aircraft pilot, which is simply incomprehensible.
"Are you sure this is not a smoke bomb dropped by China?" White Kennedy was equally incomprehensible, so he asked directly: "Is it possible that the content of the communications we intercepted was a decoy dropped by the Chinese government?" Or are the pilots of both planes not the same person either? ā
"To be honest, I don't know." Paul McQueen shook his head and said, "But this possibility exists." It's as if we can't understand why such a person would run away to become a carrier-based pilot, and perhaps our incomprehension itself is what the Chinese government wants to see, so I will ask yƬ to convene this meeting to discuss what we should do in response to this information. ā
What to do? Five people with great power in the United States sat around and bowed their heads in contemplation.