Chapter 1285: Threat

The manor of Crown Prince Harmandan, the secret basement.

Fidel from CIA led his men to arrange this place into a simple command post, and he mobilized a group of elite soldiers to prepare for another showdown with the invisible fighters who seriously endangered the safety of the United States. As a result, now he can only slam the table and curse...

"These damned Green Sect dignitaries, not only can I not catch anyone now, but I am also mad at him. Why are they so stupid? We are here to help, but they are making trouble for us."

Fidel, who was not feeling well, unbuttoned his suit, walked back and forth in front of a group of subordinates with his hands on his hips. His assistant was hesitant to speak, and he couldn't persuade him.

Fidel's plan is to loosen the outside and tighten the inside, deploying a small number of elite soldiers to try to lure the opponent into a trap. Although the method is old-fashioned, the opponent may not be fooled, but this is a tried and tested routine after all.

But what about Crown Prince Harmandan? The guy who was afraid of death directly dispatched thousands of military police to surround his manor, and he still made a big fanfare, a very deterrent posture. He was literally telling his opponents hiding in the dark not to come, because if he came, he would throw himself into a trap.

All this made Fidel's plan come to nothing.

Waiting to see his boss calm down a bit, Fidel's assistant stepped forward carefully to report: "Sir, we have started to investigate all the people who have entered and exited the UAE in the recent period, and strengthened the border security check."

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

The intelligence assistant rubbed his nose, continued to look at the folder in his hand and said, "We talked in detail with the medical staff who were in the medical department at the time, and Valena was indeed seriously injured at the time.

But when the invisible warrior arrived, she quickly regained consciousness and was able to move on her own without support or equipment. She was seriously injured and comatose and would be sent to the ICU for monitoring, but she was able to walk by herself within a few minutes, which was considered a medical miracle by the doctors at the scene. "

Fidel scratched his head, and hummed for a while in distress, as if he understood.

The intelligence assistant continued: "What makes us even more strange is that during the preliminary investigation the next day, a female reporter suddenly fell into a coma when she tried to reveal some clues. We are trying to find a way to wake her up, and have even taken her out of the Dubai sent to Tel Aviv, where medical conditions are better.

However, Israeli medical experts also said that the patient's condition was very strange. They believed that the female reporter had been artificially entered into a state of brain death, and that even if she was awake, she would probably lose her memory. So far it seems likely that this was caused by some kind of espionage agent that is not yet known to us. "

Finally, the intelligence assistant gave a few photos, "This is some footprints we found near the manor this morning, which is consistent with the footprints we saw in Palmyra. It is certain that our opponent has indeed come, but he did not Get into the trap we set."

Hearing the last paragraph, Fidel was so angry that he cursed, "Any opportunity to catch an opponent is very precious, but now one is wasted because of the cowardice of those green jerk wastes."

Fidel was really about to vomit blood, he was leaning on the chair and was thinking about what to do next? Suddenly, the subordinate ran over and said in a low voice: "Head, an email was sent to our cia's internal mailbox. The sender asked by name to talk to the cia commander at the Crown Prince's Manor in Dubai."

Fiddle suddenly shuddered and sat up straight. He took the tablet from his subordinates and glanced at the so-called mail. The email itself is very simple, not simply the attachment. This is a video captured by Zhou Qingfeng from his digital helmet. The picture shows him killing mercenaries in the manor two days ago.

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

"This guy wants to contact me?" Fidel thought for a few seconds before asking, "Have you notified the director?"

"The higher-ups in the Bureau know it,

Director Brennan has authorized your access. "The subordinate said and gave the authorization certificate.

Fidel is a bit overwhelmed. This kind of direct contact with opponents has never been easy to do, but now he has to do it when things come to an end. He replied to the mysterious email via email, roughly introduced his identity, and asked about the intention of the other party.

"Release the captured Syrian girl, and severely punish Crown Prince Hamandan, depriving him of his status, power and property." On the other end of the network, Zhou Qingfeng quickly put forward his request.

This is impossible!

Of course Fidel would not directly refuse, he tried to use various excuses and rhetoric to chat with his opponent. But Zhou Qingfeng on the other end was not fooled, but said directly: "I know you will not agree to my request easily, but I have also thought about how to obtain enough exchange conditions."

When I read the last sentence of the email, you wait, Fiddleton, there was a kind of creepy horror. It seems that a catastrophe is imminent, and trouble is coming soon!

"Immediately issue a terrorist attack alert, order all American consulates around the world to increase their vigilance, strengthen domestic security checks, and notify our allies..." Fidel said a series of countermeasures in one breath, and the more he said, the more panicked he became— — This is a loophole everywhere!

what should we do?

Fidel sent several emails in a row to appeal to his opponent to calm down and talk about something, but there was no news from his opponent.

"Contact the Russians and let them restrain their agents, otherwise we will launch a reciprocal retaliation attack."

When the situation was reported back to the cia headquarters, even Chief Brennan was shocked. He quickly asked for a dialogue with the Russian side, because everyone has always believed that the invisible warrior is theirs.

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

The five gangsters have always maintained a certain terrifying balance, and various underground operations maintain a balance of power, otherwise the balance will be destroyed and large-scale revenge will not be worth the candle. After all, attacking is much easier than defending, and no one wants to tear their faces apart and bleed into rivers.

You must know that cia has fought with the invisible warrior for more than one or two rounds, and there is still no way to restrain the opponent. Now facing the threat, cia has to assess how much damage he will suffer if things get out of control. If there is another big trouble like 911, it will be a tragedy!

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

"We think adversaries may be targeting vulnerable overseas consulates and companies."

"The European allies will also be under a lot of pressure, just like Isis has created many terrorist attacks in Europe before. Uh... It seems that some of them were instigated by us."

One by one, national security analysts began to rack their brains, thinking about which places in their country might be attacked. But their various subtexts also indicate one thing: I, the United States, will not give in easily, let alone compromise with terrorists!

After being informed that all security forces had been upgraded to the highest level, Fidel, who was in charge of communication, typed out an email rejecting any negotiation request with a little fear.

And when this email was sent out, new information soon appeared in the mailbox that had not responded all along—you are very confident! So let me see if it's a rubbish crown prince that matters or your F-22.

what? !