HCB Chapter 118 Are the world's two major powers targeting Zhang Chi?
Chapter 118 Are the world's two major powers targeting Zhang Chi?
On the other side of the ocean, in Langley, Virginia, Donovan, director of the White Eagle United States Strategic Intelligence Agency, had just escaped from a thrilling crisis of dismissal.
At that time in the United States, the Director of the FBI, Hoover, was like a ferocious beast in the intelligence community, monopolizing all power. The Office of Strategic Services, which also had the mission of intelligence gathering, naturally became a thorn in his side.
In order to defeat the OSS in one fell swoop, during a routine undercover search of the French Embassy in DC by OSS agents, the FBI, like traitors, tipped off the French Embassy and openly arrested OSS agents.
The conflict between the two intelligence units broke out directly and was brought to the attention of the president.
Unexpectedly, the president was inclined to disband the Office of Strategic Services for personal reasons and let Hoover take charge of all intelligence agencies.
Fortunately, Donovan himself was as alert as a cunning rabbit. The moment he smelled danger, he found a heavyweight ally for himself - the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the highest military agency of the United States.
The latter firmly believed that the United States must have an agency dedicated to conducting secret work against the enemy (the Bureau of Investigation was mainly internal), so the Office of Strategic Services quickly reached cooperation with the military, and this close cooperation would continue for many years.
Even in the future, various elite special forces such as SEAL Team Six, Delta Force, and Rangers will begin to do dirty work for the CIA anonymously like ghosts.
However, at present, the newly born Strategic Intelligence Agency is like a fledgling. It still needs to carefully collect relevant intelligence in accordance with the requirements of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and demonstrate its unique value as soon as possible.
"So, we need to contact these yellow and brown guys to discuss the John issue?" Donovan's most capable subordinate, Jason, the head of the Intelligence Department, was confused. "When did those old men in the Pentagon start thinking so far ahead? Shouldn't they just focus on how to win?"
"Actually, this is what the superior wants. Before the Cairo Conference, he needs to know what cards we have against the Johns." Donovan pointed to the sky and explained in detail to his men, "If we control these Southeast Asian colonies, we will control the core of this giant colonial empire."
"So I need to contact each of these high-ranking officials currently serving in the perjury brigade in the small book, as well as the leaders of the independent resistance forces?"
"That's right. Those high-ranking officials who perjured themselves were all released from the dungeons of the John people by the Fuso people. Even if we drive the Fuso people away, they will not be willing to return to the rule of the John people."
At this point, Donovan took a sip of coffee, then frowned because of the bitter taste. He shouted outside the office: "Mrs. Ford, your coffee is too bitter. Please give me three more sugar cubes and a small cup of milk!"
During the war years, the military, factories, and government agencies all recruited women to work in large numbers, and even intelligence agencies such as the Office of Strategic Services were no exception.
Mrs. Ford, the orderly who was in charge of serving tea, quickly came in pushing a tea cart. She quickly replaced the coffee with milk and sugar for Director Donovan and Director Jason.
Of course, as a nightingale, she also glanced through the confidential documents that Donovan spread out on the table without leaving any trace.
"Dr. Mo, General Aung San Suu Kyi, General Chi Zhang, Gandhi, Nehru..." Mrs. Ford quickly wrote down the names, then smiled at the two slightly bald middle-aged men in the office, stepped out of the office with her long legs in nylon stockings, pushing the tea cart.
Donovan stared at the other person's swaying back for a long time, until Mrs. Ford closed the office door, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.
Feeling a little uncomfortable, he first fiddled with his tie, then adjusted his trousers and pulled up his belt.
Noticing his leader's embarrassment, Jason, the director of the Intelligence Department, spoke up at the right moment: "Ever since Mrs. Ford came along, the guys in the bureau have been working harder every day. It's just that the paper towels in the bathroom are running out a little too quickly, hahahaha!"
Hearing this, Donovan couldn't help but laugh along.
A hearty laugh eased the awkwardness, and Donovan returned to serious business. "As for the leaders of the independent resistance, they're fantastic. They have guns! Once they take up arms and control the territory, it will be impossible to get them to lay down their weapons once the Johns return to the colony."
After all, the so-called colonial empire is to use guns to force money from other people's pockets into your own pocket.
The problem is, how can this work when other people also have guns? After all, bullets don't know who you are, whether you are Japanese or Japanese.
"So my job is to give bigger promises to those perjured high-ranking officials? And then give more guns to the leaders of the independent resistance army?" Jason quickly understood what his director meant. The adult needed the intelligence agency to pave the way for the post-war situation.
"Yes, I named this plan Operation Stumbling Block, but of course it is a secret mission." At this point, Donovan's face suddenly changed and he became extremely serious.
"If you and your people are arrested, whether it's the Johns, the Fuso, or anyone else, we will not recognize your identities or the existence of this mission."
"I understand, but what about the funding? What about the weapons?" Jason asked hurriedly. He knew how poor the newly established Strategic Intelligence Agency was.
At this time, the OSS was not yet the CIA that would sell awakening agents everywhere and make money crazily in the future. Therefore, it was still living a hard life, trembling under the tyranny of Director Hoover.
"That gentleman specifically approved a sum of money, and the army will also provide a batch of weapons. There's no written record of the money and weapons, and no one will investigate their whereabouts without congressional approval..."
"Oh oh oh..." Jason suddenly realized after hearing the director say that no one would investigate his whereabouts, "So should we stay..."
"Holy shit, just do it, how the hell can you say it out loud?" Donovan cursed.
"Okay, get back to work." Donovan waved his hand, signaling Jason to leave. "I recommend you start with General Zhang. He's the most powerful, and he has some unclear connections with General Stevenson of the Army and those expatriates from Qian Country."
"I understand. Give him some ambition, some promises, some money, and some weapons. We will bury a big landmine in John's back garden." After saying this, Jason put on his windbreaker, put on his top hat, and turned away in a dashing manner.
Seeing his confidant leave, Donovan immediately shouted outside: "Mrs. Ford, please give me another cup of coffee and help me wipe the table!"
Bald middle-aged men are under a lot of pressure, so what's wrong with wanting to see more long legs?
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A few days later, a description of the United States Strategic Intelligence Agency's "Tumblestone" operation reached the Kremlin. The Iron Leader, who had always been very sensitive to keywords such as tropical, ice-free port, and the South, immediately skimmed over the report.
Zhang Chi's name entered the other party's field of vision for the first time.