"A weather balloon that wants to change the situation in the whole of Africa? Don't joke with me here! ”

In the May meeting office, Houston yelled in frustration.

"Weather balloons! That kind of thing, one of the cheapest spike missiles can blow it to smithereens! ”

"What the hell do these Huaxia people think, do they actually plan to rely on this kind of thing to fight us?"

Hearing his words, the assistant on the side sighed helplessly.

Then he replied:

"It may sound absurd, but I have to say that their strategy works."

"The first weather balloons have arrived in Khartoum and have been released quickly, giving Khartoum officials the first opportunity to watch the movements of the Revolutionary Front."

"You know, before that, they relied on spies or bribes to gather intelligence, and 'aerial reconnaissance' was like a dream for them."

"Now, the Revolutionary Front has put forward new requirements for us, and they have asked us to provide more high-altitude combat equipment to deal with the other side's weather balloon reconnaissance."

"Otherwise, they will delay the combat operation booked after 10 days, because they believe that the defeat is doomed when they are fighting under the constant detection of the opposing side"

"How is that possible! The equipment we gave them is the strongest not only in Sudan, but even in the whole of Africa! ”

"What's more, we also provided them with intelligence support!"

Houston interrupted the assistant and angrily continued:

"This group of cowards, they want benefits, but they don't even want to pay a little price!"

"How can there be such a good thing in this world? Even if we are today, it is because of constant adventure and gambling! ”

"Maybe our previous aid gave them hallucinations."

The assistant said with a sigh.

"In addition, this so-called 'weather balloon' strategy has a deeper meaning."

"With the current level of technology in Africa, even a powerful country like Egypt does not have perfect means of high-altitude radar monitoring."

"That is, they don't know if they have a balloon on their heads, and they don't have the ability to counteract."

"If you want to put yourself on the same running line as the enemy, there is only one way: the other party buys balloons, and you buy them yourself."

"If it continues to develop, the whole of Africa will fall into a kind of 'balance of terror' in the information field."

"In extreme cases, information about military activities on this continent is even completely public."

"Then I am afraid that war will become the last option - because no one can win a war with overwhelming strength and without information superiority."

"I'm afraid that our strategy will be difficult to implement again, even if the Revolutionary Front does take Khartoum."

It was only then that Houston finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

He fell silent, the half-lit cigarette in his hand glowing a dim red, and he didn't even realize that the ash had fallen on his desk.

It was a long time before he put the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Then he spoke:

"Then, we have only one last one left in our strategy."

"Continue to throw chips into Darfur and let the Revolutionary Front occupy Khartoum before China's weather balloon strategy takes shape!"

"It's very expensive to do that-—— we're actually going to have to provide them with high-altitude drones."

"Then give it to them!"

Houston said firmly.

"It's not just drones, even if they want real fighters, we can give them them!"

"As long as you can take Khartoum, it's worth it."

"Otherwise, not only will all the investment in the early stage be in vain, but what awaits us in the future will only be a complete collapse."

"We have no way back, and we have lost too much at this table."

"The only chance to turn the tables is to bet to the end."

Hearing Houston's words, the assistant subconsciously opened his mouth.

He keenly felt that Houston's current state was very wrong.

He's like one of those gamblers who lost in Las Vegas, desperate to press it even if he had the last chip left in his hand.

Didn't he know he was going to lose?

No, he knows the risks better than anyone.

After all, he had already lost so much before that.

But what can a gambler who has reached a desperate situation?

No normal strategy can make up for the damage that has already been done.

Only keep gambling. If you win, then everything can be done all over again.

If you lose, then calmly go to the abyss.

The assistant's eyes changed, he didn't really want to gamble with Houston.

However, the binding of interests between the two is too deep, and if they leave at this time, they will not get any benefits.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said:

"Understood."

"I'm going to make a detailed strategy to make our odds a little bit better."

"Let's hope we win, if we lose, Mr. Houston, I hope you'll be able to afford to lose."

Houston nodded solemnly.

He fully understands the gravity of this so-called "consequence".

What are the consequences of his previous predecessor, that Paine?

He's long gone in Texas.

——

No, he's still in Texas, but it's just underground in Texas.

And the mistakes he once made, in front of himself, are actually not worth mentioning at all.

It's just that I missed a few opportunities and let Huaxia get a few developments.

And what about yourself?

If he fails again, it is equivalent to feeding huge benefits to the mouths of the Chinese people.

If someone really wants to target themselves, even if they are convicted of treason, it is possible

How did Paine die?

With a shot of sleeping pills, he left in his sleep without pain.

My next successor may not be so "gentle" with himself.

Perhaps, before getting rid of themselves, they will try their best to torture themselves, trying to force out the details of their "collusion" with Huaxia.

Ironically, he didn't betray at all.

It's just plain stupidity.

A wave of sadness rose in Houston's heart.

He lit a cigarette again, and the expression on his face changed under the smoke.

Either way, this will be their last gamble.

If you win, your own exploits will be enough to go down in history.

At that time, he offered to leave his job and return to the farm to enjoy his old age.

What should I plant?

Houston's thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

Soybean? Corn? ——

These two things seem to be less lucrative than in previous years, because the Chinese have also started to run the grain market in South America.

Damn, it's Chinese again!

Houston had a vague feeling that a shadow had hung over his head that could not be dispelled.

This shadow is about to swallow itself, and even its own country.

On the other side, after a few days of preparation, Liu Guangyu finally found an opportunity to leave the base.

When a new batch of equipment arrived, the entire base fell into a chaotic busyness, and he also took the opportunity to find the driver he was already familiar with, and offered to let him take him to the El Fasher market to purchase some daily necessities he needed.

"Mohammed, you know, the shampoo I brought is gone, and the toothpaste is gone."

"I'm a cleanliness person – it's tough, but that's just the bare requirement."

"Do me a favor, I'm just going to buy something."

Hearing his words, Mohammed hesitated.

"But the order of the Khalifa is. No one is allowed to leave the base at will. ”

"That's just to keep you from getting into trouble - don't worry, I'll explain to him if there's any problem."

"You know, I'm a friend of Khalifa, and he won't blame you for this little thing."

Hearing Liu Guangyu's words, Mohamed nodded hesitantly.

In fact, he was not a guard spying on Liu Guangyu, but just an ordinary driver.

For him, the order he received was just "not to leave the base at will" and nothing else.

But he felt extremely paradoxical that despite this order, there were still some officers who would let themselves drive them out for various reasons, and Khalifa never reproached him for this.

Perhaps, just like Liu Guangyu said, the essence of this order is just not to want his soldiers to cause trouble?

Looking at his expression, Liu Guangyu knew that his plan had succeeded for most of the time, so he continued to persuade:

"Didn't you tell me you wanted a phone last time? There are mobile phones sold in that second-hand market, so you can just go and buy one, so I think it's a gift from me. ”

"Really?"

Mohamed asked in surprise.

You know, the price of a mobile phone is hundreds of dollars, and for a big soldier like him, unless there is a large-scale combat operation, it is impossible to make that much money.

"Of course it's true."

Liu Guangyu replied without hesitation, and then continued to add:

"It's just a small amount of money for me-—— you're my friend, a little gift is nothing."

Speaking of which, Mohammed finally nodded.

Liu Guangyu was in high spirits, and he hurriedly urged Mohammad to get into the car, and then the two drove all the way to the periphery of the base.

FRO's camp in El Fasher is a large base that goes through three gates from its own quarters to the outlying towns, each of which carries out identity checks.

This was a barrier that I would never have been able to overcome, but today is different.

The vehicles coming and going drained the guards' energy, and Mohammed was driving a pickup truck that was supposed to load and unload goods, so the guards just gave him a casual look and let him go, not even noticing Liu Guangyu in the back seat.

Everything went extremely smoothly, and in less than half an hour, Liu Guangyu arrived at the chaotic market.

He told Mohamed to park his car, and the two walked into the market together.

He first found the mobile phone store, and the random mobile phones on the counter immediately caught Mohammed's eye.

"How's that, do you have a favorite?"

Liu Guangyu asked.

In fact, the phones that can flow into this kind of place are not at all related to the latest models, and the best ones are the models that Nokia has been a few years ago.

Being able to make phone calls and play Snake is already powerful, and if you add a color screen, it's an absolute top-of-the-line match.

For Mohammed, though, that's enough.

His gaze kept roaming between his phones, and his eyes gradually flashed with greed.

"Can I choose for myself?"

He turned to Liu Guangyu and asked.

"Of course, either one."

Liu Guangyu saw through his thoughts at a glance and replied without changing his face.

"You can pick for a while, I'll go next door and buy a toothpaste, and when I come back, I'll pay you."

"No problem!"

Mohammed replied immediately.

That's exactly what he couldn't ask for.

After this Huaxia man leaves, he can collude with the boss, raise the price, and knock him a sum of money

Hearing his answer, Liu Guangyu's face showed an imperceptible smile.

He turned and left the "mobile phone shop" and walked towards the "black market of weapons" with satellite phones.

After walking into the store and bypassing the front door into the courtyard of the real business area, Liu Guangyu photographed two things on the counter.

One piece, a wad of dollar bills.

The other is a pass for the El Fasher camp, organized by the Revolutionary Front.

"I'm going to make a phone call."

He said to his boss.

As soon as the boss saw the things on the table, he understood Liu Guangyu's identity, he took the money and put a satellite phone on the ground, Liu Guangyu didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately climbed on the roof and dialed the number of the contact person in the blue helmet camp.

It took two minutes for the phone to connect, and after hearing the familiar voice, Liu Guangyu immediately spoke:

"I'm Liu Guangyu, and I have an important intelligence report."

"Time is limited, let me start with that."

"First, the Freedom Front is likely to target Khartoum, and there will be large-scale combat operations in the near future."

"Second, U.S. military assistance has escalated, and heavy weapons have reached Northern Darfur."

"Third, follow-up assistance will continue to escalate, and it is said that there may be fighter jets."

"Fourth, my target is suspected to be exposed, and the situation is not very safe, if the follow-up is lost"

"Bang!"

Before Liu Guangyu finished speaking, a bursting gunfire suddenly rang out.

He looked down and saw Khalifa's smiling face.

"Liu, I've always regarded you as a friend."

He looked at Liu Guangyu and said.

"But you have betrayed us. I think you should pay for your actions. ”

"Come down, don't make yourself too ugly."

Liu Guangyu took a deep breath, he had already seen the dense muzzles behind the Khalifa.

Finished.

Unexpectedly, even this successful departure from the base was a trap.

It seems that the other party's work in the field of intelligence is not as weak as he thinks.

This time, I really planted it.

After ten years in the battlefield, he actually imagined his own ending many times.

But when this moment actually came, it seemed that he was a little dissatisfied.

——

It's too bland.

There is no self-imagined, vigorous effect.

Liu Guangyu let out a long sigh and carefully climbed off the roof.

Khalifa drew his pistol and pointed it at his forehead.

"This is my judgment against you, Liu."

"I'll do it myself."

Liu Guangyu looked him straight in the eye, waiting for the moment when the trigger was pulled.

He wondered, why wasn't he afraid?

Maybe it's numbness?

But it's not

It's as if there's a strange intuition telling yourself, "Not today."

"Not today".

You can't die, can you?

In the next second, a man's voice came from the satellite phone that had not yet hung up.

A man with a voice in Arabic.

"Have the man across from you answer the phone."

At this moment, both Khalifa and Liu Guangyu were subconsciously stunned.

Subsequently, Liu Guangyu handed over the phone to Khalifa.

The latter took the phone suspiciously and put it to his ear, and in the earpiece, the man's voice continued to ring.

"This is the Chinese Blue Helmet camp."

"Put down your pistol."

"That's right, the golden goshawk-emblazoned pistol in your hand."

"Good, well done."

"Now, tell your men to put down their guns as well."

"You're a general, so you probably heard something from Hamidi, right?"

"You should know how to do it."

"I just want you to remember one thing."

"We're watching you."

"All the time."

Khalifa jerked his head up.

He looked at the sky above him, and there was nothing.

However, unprecedented fear suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

(End of chapter)