Chapter 657: Red Sea Rage (X)

"What's the matter with the recent peasant-worker movement in Mexico?" At the CIA's headquarters in the metropolis, Kayla walked down the stairs quickly. She said rather dissatisfiedly, "You can't keep an eye on such an important matter. Do you know how much blame I will receive for this?"

The subordinate behind her wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Our agents are keeping a close eye on it, but the leader on the other side is elusive, and we don't know where he came from..."

"The news said that he has cooperated with drug dealers... My God, now we have to rely on the news for our intelligence!" Kayla rolled her eyes and said, "Urgently mobilize people to stop them. Do I need to emphasize this?"

"But... All our people in South America are buried in drug trafficking organizations, and it is inconvenient to act. If we transfer people from the East Coast, it will be difficult to successfully integrate them. Now I have selected a group of local agents to find the traces of that group of people." The subordinate replied.

"The DEA on the West Coast will cooperate with our work. Let's relax our work on drug enforcement and focus on solving this problem. The pressure from above is too great!" Kayla sighed and said, "We all know how important Mexico is. It can have no sense of existence, or it can only have no sense of existence. It must not be in chaos."

"By the way, when you find that group of people, don't act rashly. I heard that the leader of the other party is not simple. If we alert them and make them disappear, we will both resign and leave at the end of the year."

After Kayla finished speaking, she walked quickly into her office. She threw the keychain in her hand on the table, sat on the chair, let out a long breath, and rubbed her eyebrows with some worry.

Before she had been idle for long, her subordinate knocked on the door again and said, "Boss, there's a call from above, do you want to answer it?"

Kayla stood up from her chair again, walked to the office opposite, picked up the phone and said, "Hello? ... Yes, we have been monitoring continuously. Do we have to activate it so early? But he hasn't joined us yet... OK, I know, I'll try it."

After hanging up the phone, she turned around and said to the people in the office, "Now, give me all the information about the man named Clark Kent. The higher-ups want to activate him."

"Activate? But he hasn't joined us yet!" The subordinate who just walked in said in surprise. Kayla rubbed her eyebrows and said, "Yes. , Congress always thinks that everyone is naturally part of us. They think, how difficult can it be to brainwash an innocent college student? "

Soon, a bearded agent walked in and said loudly: "What's going on? Activate Clark? Whose stupid idea is it?"

"A few days ago, we found that Clark seemed to have noticed our group of surveillance personnel. We were planning to lie dormant for a few days, but now he wants us to communicate with him face to face? ? "

The bearded man put his hands on his hips and said: "Let's not talk about whether we can persuade him. If he goes berserk, what about the safety of Metropolis? What about the safety of my agents?"

"Owen, calm down." Kayla stepped forward and patted Patting the big man on the shoulder, he said, "You have to know that the head of the CIA is under great pressure now. No one expected the situation in Mexico, and we didn't even get any intelligence..."

"Who approved it? Who organized it? Who executed it? What happened from Mexico to Moscow? We know nothing. This is already a major mistake..."

"But it was clearly the mistake of the group in charge of Moscow! They even took down the top leader, so how could they not know who the organizer of this movement in Mexico was?"

"The latest news, boss..." Another female agent came in, holding a document and said, "The CIA in Moscow , and the leaders of the KGB did not know about it, and they did not even expect this movement to happen..."

"How is this possible? Which country's intelligence agency dares to do it without orders... Well, I think they might dare to do it. Can a group of dying daydreamers find out which KGB bureau did it?"

"It's hard to find out. Although some of our people have infiltrated the KGB, the personnel work of this organization has always been a difficult point in intelligence attack, and there is almost no clue."

Kayla took the document and looked at it in detail. It did not convey any useful information.

In short, the leaders in Moscow did not know how this movement happened, so it is reasonable to speculate that it may be the KGB acting alone, but there is no clue which bureau did it, which is equivalent to finding nothing.

"It is impossible to launch a movement overnight. First of all, they need an ideological guide and an executor with strong execution ability. It is also best if this person has rich guerrilla experience and can adapt to the local environment. At the same time, during the process, there must be special people to pass on information to them so that they can avoid searches..." Kayla analyzed. Everyone present knew what she said.

After so many years of playing against the KGB, the CIA is not bad. They all know how the KGB developed one campaign after another, but the results are always surprising, and this time is no exception.

"More importantly, they must seize the opportunity, and the massacre gave them this opportunity. I suggest that a group be divided to focus on investigating the massacre. If we can get evidence that they planned the massacre, Moscow will be completely discredited." Kayla narrowed his eyes and said.

"If we can't get it, can we forge it?... Well, the KGB is not just for free. If it is exposed, the consequences will be more serious." The bearded man touched his beard, said nothing, and turned away.

After the others left, Kayla walked towards the exit of the station. Before leaving, she said to the subordinates following behind her: "I have to contact the people from the Drug Enforcement Administration again. You all should cheer up. If there is another call from above, just say that I am too busy to answer the call."

"Don't worry, boss, we all understand." The subordinate made a reassuring gesture, stood in front of the door, and watched Kayla leave.

Kayla drove to the hospital and met the female doctor who had been there before. The female doctor closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains as usual. As soon as she finished all this, the two asked in unison: "What is going on with the Mexican movement?"

After saying that, both of them showed a surprised expression, and then said at the same time: "It wasn't you who did it?!"

"Of course it wasn't me!" Kayla said: "How could I take the risk of doing such a thing in my current position? I confirmed with Lila that it was not a comrade from the West Coast."

"That's strange, there is no news from the East Coast." The female doctor took a deep breath and said: "You should also know that guiding this kind of movement requires rich experience in struggle. There are not many such people in the KGB. Who could it be?"

"The news I got here is that even Moscow doesn't know who it is. The CIA suspects that it may be the boss of a KGB branch who did it alone." Kayla speculated with a frown.

"Who is so bold?" The female doctor said in amazement: "Doesn't he know that the congress will be held in a few days?"

"This is exactly what I am worried about. I am worried that this may be a trap. They want to make some trouble on the day of the inauguration, but the problem is that I can't see how they want to do it." Kayla said worriedly.

"The most important thing now is that we have to counter infiltration. If Moscow calls to ask what is going on, how should we answer?" asked the female doctor.

"People who ask this question are probably CIA spies. Just tell the truth. We don't know who it is." Kayla rubbed her brows and said, "With internal and external troubles, they can still launch such a movement. I really want to know which bureau these talents come from?"

"Okay, don't worry. Your anxiety disorder is getting worse again." The female doctor glanced at her watch and said, "Five minutes have passed. Go downstairs to get the medicine. See you next time."

Kayla sighed and left. After that, she went to the Metropolitan Police Department's Narcotics Squad and called Lila from the West Coast Narcotics Bureau. It was not until she returned to her own apartment that Kayla felt exhausted.

But she knew that she couldn't stop yet. There were still too many things to investigate. She began to connect all the clues and infer what was going on. However, the various clues were too complicated, like the stars in the sky. There was no connection at all, and there was no way to infer.

Thinking of this, Kayla suddenly remembered a familiar person. Whenever she had various confusions, this person would always answer her various doubts with his rich experience.

Kayla picked up the phone and called Alfred.

It was still early, so Alfred hadn't gone to tell Elsa a bedtime story yet. He answered the phone and after hearing Kayla's story, he asked in confusion: "You mean, you don't know who did it?"

"Yes, I suspect this is a trap, but if it is a trap, I don't think there are such professional people in the CIA who can launch such a campaign, or if he has this level, then he must be our comrade."

"This is a bit strange." Alfred spoke slowly, without any tension, but he successfully calmed Kayla's anxiety. He said: "But don't you think this is a good thing?"

"If even If you don't know who he is, then the CIA and its spies in Moscow will know even less. Isn't such an unknown person the best guide? "

"As for your concern that it is a trap, it is not unreasonable. After all, the CIA is always cunning and accustomed to cheating. But if you think about it carefully, you will find that using this kind of movement as a trap is a bit too costly. "

"They really launched a movement in Mexico. No matter what the purpose is, it is equivalent to setting fire to their own backyard. No matter how stupid the people in Congress are, they can't be so stupid. Now, the attitude of the top leaders of Congress and the CIA says it all. They should be panicked, right?"

After Kayla calmed down, she felt that what Alfred said made sense. In any case, the movement had already started. If it was really the CIA themselves, they would be shooting themselves in the foot.

"No matter what kind of trap you set, no matter who the trap harms, burning your own backyard is too much of a price. No one would do that."

Mexico is very important to the United States. They will not allow any possibility of communism here. It is a fantasy for them to set a trap in this way. As Alfred said, they are very anxious now, which means that things are beyond their control.

"Yes, they are so anxious now that they want Clark Kent to settle this matter. We haven't even had direct contact with Clark yet, and they want to use him. They are a little confused now." Kayla said to the other end of the phone.

"Clark?" Alfred said the name with some doubt, and then he said, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, we will go to Hunong and say that we can't convince him, or simply say that he is very resistant and we dare not force him." Kayla is very skilled. After all, the most important thing for the KGB lurking in the CIA is how to work.

"Do you know Clark?" Alfred asked.

"We keep an eye on him 24 hours a day and find out all his living habits and work and rest rules..."

"No, I mean his personality." Alfred said again.

"Personality? He is just an ordinary college student, um... like a small town youth from a small place, relatively simple, kind-hearted, and likes to help others."

"Have you ever thought about really letting him go to Mexico?" Alfred asked.

Kayla was silent for a long time, and then said: "Isn't this a bit too risky? What if he really helps the CIA..."

"Will this kind-hearted and simple young man from a small town really help the CIA after seeing the essence of the workers' and peasants' movement?" Alfred asked a very fatal question, and Kayla could hardly make a judgment.

Compared with Kayla, Alfred knew Clark's character better. He knew that this so-called simple young man from a small town actually had a very smart brain and a compassionate heart like a saint.

He was not stupid, and he would not be easily deceived by certain appearances. Now was the time for him to start to contact and understand this world.

"Kayla, I remember that I told you a long time ago that if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, haven't experienced it personally, and can't empathize with the poor people at the bottom, then no matter how much theory you read in school, it will be useless."

"I hope that more kind-hearted people can see the real suffering in this world. Even if these people don't turn to us, they can at least become kind people who are willing to help others, right?"

Kayla took a deep breath and said, "... Maybe you are right, Alfred. I will take this path because I saw the poor working environment of some workers in Eastern Europe and the miserable situation of poverty caused by illness."

"I have almost forgotten these things. Work has become everything for me. Solving one problem after another and completing one goal after another has diluted my original ideals..." Kayla said with some sadness: "Perhaps, it will be difficult for me to go back to the past."

"This is human nature. If everyone can never forget their original ideals, things will not become like this today." Alfred's tone did not show any disappointment. Perhaps he had already been extremely disappointed.

He was able to look at this problem so objectively, calmly and soberly, because he was no longer in it, but became a bystander.

Kaira was silent for a long time, but finally made up her mind. She said, "Okay, we will try to guide Clark to go there and take a look. I hope his kindness can make him feel these sufferings. Even if he can't become a comrade, at least he can become a good person."

But soon, Kayla had a headache again. She said, "We have never had direct contact with Clark, and it is difficult to trust him. And he has such a strong power. If it breaks out, the people of Metropolis..."

"I think you can start with his acquaintances and people he trusts, and let them persuade him. The effect should be good." Alfred suggested.

"People Clark trusts... Last time, Lex Luthor asked me to go to his manor to stand up for Clark. The relationship between the two of them should be good. Lex is a very typical American. Maybe I can persuade him..."

As Kayla spoke, she made a plan and slowly fell asleep.

The next afternoon, when Kayla came out of Luther Manor, she felt excited. Although Lex didn't give a clear answer, his attitude was ambiguous, which meant that there was room for negotiation.

In the bedroom of Luther Manor, watching Kayla's back as she left, Lex picked up the phone, dialed the number, and said to the other end:

"Hello? Professor, have you heard about the sudden outbreak of peasant and worker movements in Mexico? ...Yes, now the CIA has come to me and asked me to persuade Clark to solve this problem. What should I do?"

"Let him go? Okay, I will convince him...Thank you, and have a good holiday, professor."