Chapter 1,299 Strange Things Happen One After Another

South America, New Zealand Embassy in Ecuador.

Because of the time difference, it was still late at night at this moment.

Zhang Yaping, who had just finished his meeting with representatives of the Colombian opposition and had not had time to change out of his formal clothes, was pacing back and forth in the reception room, frequently looking up at the clock on the wall.

When he learned that someone was planning to murder him, and it was a notorious CIA, he felt shocked and angry.

Although this is not the first time he has received death threats, it is the first time he has received death threats from a third country during a diplomatic trip.

Finally tired, he walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

With his fingers pressed between his eyebrows, Zhang Yaping felt a headache and closed his eyes.

Just as he was sorting through the mess of emotions, he suddenly let out a light sigh, and his closed eyes opened with a look of confusion.

"why me?"

It is impossible for cia to not know the current political environment of the new country.

Although the new country pursues a universal suffrage system, everyone knows that without the support of Star Circle Trade, it is impossible for him to win this election. Under the analysis of big data, Future People Group can accurately push specific news to specific groups of people.

Under such circumstances, even if everyone casts a vote they are satisfied with, the final result of this vote will be in line with the interests of Star Ring trade.

To put it bluntly, he is the puppet of Star Ring Trade.

What's the use of assassinating a puppet? If he died in South America, the vice president would be able to take charge of the new country immediately. In addition to making people across the country mourn and anger, his death could not even cause the slightest confusion in the impregnable political situation.

Does CIA want to start a war between China and the United States?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yaping's expression became a little strange.

When all conditions are met, the most likely answer that can be obtained through analysis is the most unlikely result.

At this moment, his assistant knocked on the door of the reception room and walked in quickly with the phone in hand.

"Sir, it's a call from the Presidential Palace..."

He snatched the phone from his assistant,

Zhang Yaping asked hurriedly into the phone.

"……How did he say!"

The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated and spoke in a low voice.

"He said he would increase the security around you so that you don't have to worry."

How could you not be worried!

His face turned slightly pale, Zhang Yaping swallowed and spit.

"In other words, the itinerary for visiting Colombia remains unchanged?"

"……Is such that."

Hang up the phone.

Sitting back on the sofa, Zhang Yaping looked at the phone in his hand with a wry smile and threw it to his assistant who hurriedly caught it.

"Mr. President?" The assistant looked at him worriedly.

"Nothing," Zhang Yaping loosened the tie around his neck and waved his hand to him, "Go and do your business."

"yes."

The assistant nodded respectfully, turned and left the conference room.

The previous silence returned to the living room.

Facing the empty room, Zhang Yaping buried his nose between his palms, took a deep breath, and sighed with a headache.

"...This is pushing me into a pit of fire."

…

The next morning.

In the suburb of Langley on the border of Washington, D.C., and Virginia, the CIA building is as busy as ever during working hours.

After knocking on the door of the director's office, a CIA agent in a suit walked in and walked up to Henry Wilmot, who was drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

"What's the matter? My dear Mr. Baird?" Henry, who did not take his eyes away from the newspaper and was paying attention to the latest Washington Post report on the two-party election, said in a relaxed tone.

Since Kerry lost the election, the director has been completely idle.

He has already made a mistake on the issue of sides. He does not want to make a mistake again. As long as Hillary, who he has tricked, is not elected, no matter who Trump or JFK wins the election in the end, he can stand on both sides without guilt. in the middle.

As for the historical grudges between the Kennedy family and the CIA.

That is all the business of the older generation...

"Okay, tell me what happened to make you so sad early in the morning?" Putting down the newspaper, he noticed the serious expression of his capable subordinate, and the expression on Henry's face gradually became serious.

"... Our informant in Venezuela received intelligence that a batch of Russian-made weapons had recently landed at the Port of La Cruz and been transported by truck to Venezuela. The clue was suddenly disconnected." Putting the two reports on the table, Bell De said in a solemn tone.

"Russian-made weapons? Venezuela?" After hearing this information, Henry was slightly stunned.

Does Russia have any core interests in South America? They haven't even settled the problems in their own neighborhood, and are they still thinking about South America, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away from Moscow?

Are you kidding me? This is not the 1960s or 1970s.

"Can the origin of this shipment be traced?" Henry asked in a low voice after pondering for a moment.

"We are tracing where this shipment originated from. The latest development tracked so far is an import and export port in Greece, but it is very likely that this shipment never landed in Greece and was just labeled Label with the official Greek customs seal.”

"It doesn't matter where you start, but hopefully it's not from Koro Island."

Cursing in a low voice, Henry glanced at another report on the table and put aside the question that he couldn't figure out for the moment.

"Report to me immediately if you have the latest progress. Also, keep an eye on the recent overseas trends of Star Ring Trade... Put this issue aside for now. I noticed that there is another report."

"Yes," Baird nodded solemnly, "Another bad news. Just this morning we received news that Agent Braddock, who was sent to Colombia last month, began to lose contact early yesterday morning. "

"Lost contact?" CIA Director Henry Wilmot frowned, "Can you confirm his current safety status?"

Baird shook his head.

"We found no signs of a struggle at his residence, but when our men arrived, he was missing."

"There are no signs of fighting? How is this possible?!" Henry said in surprise.

Agent Henry Braddock has heard that he, known as the CIA hound, has been engaged in investigative activities abroad for more than ten years. His name can be remembered by the director of the CIA, so it is conceivable that at least he is not an ordinary person.

Eliminate an experienced senior CIA agent without encountering any resistance.

Even if it is possessed by 007 and Tom Cruise, it is impossible to be so easy, right?

"I also think this matter is quite strange. With Agent Braddock's strength, it is impossible for him to be kidnapped without resistance." After a pause, Baird said with an ugly expression. "Currently, we have contacted the Colombian police through the embassy and launched a search for the whereabouts of Agent Braddock as a missing American citizen. However, so far, we have not obtained any effective intelligence from Colombia. "

"It's useless to count on the Colombian police. They can't even solve their own problems." His brows knitted together. After thinking for a moment, Henry looked at Baird and asked, "What mission did Agent Braddock perform before he disappeared?" What is it?"

"Trace a batch of drugs imported from Florida, as well as a drug lord active in Colombia and Panama." Baird replied immediately.

Drug lord?

Henry was dumbfounded again.

If he had been tricked while tracking KGB agents or ghost agents, he would have understood the situation as excusable.

However, how could a mere drug lord have such ability?

What a ghost today, why are weird things happening one after another?

Henry subconsciously looked at the calendar on the corner of the table, his eyebrows knitted together tightly.

Heck, today isn’t April Fools’ Day…