Chapter 437: After All, I Can't Hide It
A piece of scrap iron fell to the ground, splashing dust all over the ground. Liewen ??? ?U.S. Assistant Secretary of State Russell kicked the gravel and twisted metal all over the ground with a sullen face, and asked several intelligence officers around him: "Is that all? Nothing was found ?”
The Assistant Secretary of State is located at the White Reef where Zhou Qingfeng bombarded the 'Larsen'. After the bombardment, the 'Larsen' called for help from Changi Base. An F-16c fighter jet of the Republic of Singapore Air Force scrambled to drop a guided bomb on the helicopter platform at Pedra Branca under the guidance of the electro-optical targeting pod.
The heavy bomb completely blew up the entire takeoff and landing platform. When the American investigators arrived, except for the big pit on the scene, they only found the M-46 cannon that had been blown into scrap iron.
Regarding the forcible seizure of the confidential communication machine this time, not only cIa was furious, but the U.S. Naval Intelligence Agency was frightened out of its wits. If this thing falls into the hands of the Chinese, the military operations and deployments of the United States stationed in the Asia-Pacific and even the world will become an open secret. The loss in this is too great.
Next to the Assistant Secretary of State, a major from the Office of Naval Intelligence said in a low voice: "Our enemy has installed an old-fashioned m-46 cannon here, which was developed and produced by the Soviet Union in the 1950s,... . . . "
"That's enough," the Assistant Secretary of State yelled, "The Secretary of Defense doesn't want to know what guns hit our warships. The Secretary of State doesn't want to know. The President doesn't want to know. I've been flying all day from Washington. , much less to know this.
Now I want to know who is planning all this behind the scenes, and if there is any way to make up for the loss, as long as there is a slight chance, I will kill this guy completely. "
Seeing the assistant secretary of state yelling angrily, no one dared to answer casually. After a long time, Mr. Jones from cIa said in a deep voice: "Just two hours ago, I just received a report that the Chinese embassy in Singapore suddenly sent more than a dozen diplomatic parcels. They also arranged for five or six groups to return home through different channels. .We managed to intercept several of them, but nothing.
However, this intensive escort operation is obviously covering something. We have reason to believe that the Chinese must be involved in this incident. For this reason, we have activated the internal lines placed in the embassy and China, hoping to get some news. "
Jones still didn't say anything. The inside lines he activated were all arranged by cIa after spending a lot of manpower, material resources and time. With the current vigilance of Chinese intelligence agencies, once these valuable insiders are activated, they are basically one-off. If you can't escape, you will definitely die.
But the Assistant Secretary of State was still extremely dissatisfied with this answer. If it was an ordinary country doing this kind of thing, the United States would have been bombarded by missiles and bombs long ago. But China is not an ordinary country. Although its overall strength is not as strong as that of the United States, it is still a powerful force that cannot be underestimated.
In order to intercept the confidential communication machine, the Singaporean government, as the dog leg of the United States, has forcibly closed its domestic airspace, ports and border checkpoints. But even so, they got nothing.
The situation was deadlocked, and a piece of news reached the ears of His Excellency the Assistant Secretary of State. According to the identification of traces in the Situation Room of the Larsen, a fingerprint was found on a fire axe. This fingerprint is exactly the same as the fingerprint left when it was stolen from the Metropolitan Museum in New York.
"Great, really great!" The Assistant Secretary of State yelled self-deprecatingly, "We all thought it was an art theft case, but now it turns out to be a major intelligence theft case. This incident will even affect the entire Asia-Pacific The balance of power in the region, this guy who stole the museum is really good."
The assistant secretary of state's words made everyone present bow their heads. Praising the enemy is their humiliation. This is undoubtedly not a happy thing.
In order to thoroughly investigate this matter, the Americans used great diplomatic power to gather more than half of the rescued tourists in Singapore. cIa uses several intelligence agencies in Singapore as pawns, and it is a rigid rule that everyone must be investigated.
During this period, Zhou Qingfeng who got rid of the 'secret communication machine' felt relaxed. He took away Feng Wan, who knew his identity, and Xu Yun, who knew a little information about him, and took the two daughters to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia after a few instructions, and first sent Xu Yun and her two or three assistants to the plane .
Because Zhou Qingfeng didn't reveal his true identity life and death, Miss Tianhou even showed some temper. But the woman's intuition told her that the Victor Hugo in front of her might not be as simple as she imagined.
"What if someone asks me for your information?" Xu Yun asked softly when they parted.
"Just ask them to ask me." Zhou Qingfeng sighed, feeling that sooner or later his identity would be lost. What can be done now is to delay the time for the complete exposure of the identity as much as possible.
"Oh...." Xu Yun rarely showed the tenderness of a little girl, and asked again: "Then when will you come to see me again?"
"Make an album of the twelve songs I gave you. As for when we will meet again, I heard from Sister Wan that you have lost two cups in your chest since you got anorexia. This is not in line with my aesthetics. What are you waiting for?" Let's talk about it when you recover." Zhou Qingfeng looked serious.
"You..., bad guy, big bad guy, can't you think of something romantic in your mind?" The Queen of Heaven was angry and annoyed, and turned to board the plane resentfully. It was just that when she returned to the country, she started her career and life seriously again, until one day two policemen came to her door.
"Miss Xu, we are entrusted to send you a batch of oil paintings. We also have some questions to ask you." The policeman who came was very polite, and sent Xu Yun dozens of sealed picture frames at once. .
There are obvious marks of seawater soaking on the picture frame, but the waterproof structure of the picture frame ensures that the oil painting inside is intact. The first oil painting Xu Yun saw was "Madonna, Son and Saints", which she had personally identified.
"My God!" Xu Yun checked casually, and found that these are the ones stolen from the Metropolitan Museum in New York, and the ones that disappeared on the Ocean Princess. The market value of this batch of oil paintings exceeds one billion U.S. dollars , "Is this batch of oil paintings given to me?"
"Yes, we are entrusted by someone to give you these oil paintings. But you can only keep them and not sell them or give them away." The policeman who brought the oil paintings said seriously.
"Hahaha..." Xu Yun was already weeping with joy, covering her mouth and laughing. She had already learned about the attack on the Ocean Princess and the "Larsen" through various media reports. At this moment, she murmured emotionally: "I knew that the man I liked was absolutely extraordinary."
But after she was happy, Xu Yun proudly puffed up her chest and said to the policeman who came to her, "You must have come to investigate with me, right? I'm sorry, my man said it. If you have any questions, please ask him yourself. I have nothing to say. Please tell me. It's useless for you to force me, I just simply like that person, and I really don't know anything else."
The two policemen seemed to have expected this to happen, and they could only sigh after looking at each other. One of them said to Xu Yun: "Miss Xu, from today onwards you are our special protection officer of the police. You don't have to tell us about Victor Hugo, but don't tell anyone else either." (unfinished to be continued.)