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Chapter 203 - 191 Write More Elegantly
Chapter 203: Chapter 191 Write More ElegantlyMiddle East Strategic Re
Arandy, who had just been disdainful of dealing with the investigative team, now collapsed into his chair.
His mind was in chaos, as if it had been hammered.
Why was his mind so chaotic, so chaotic that his head ached?
Arandy covered his forehead with his hand and, after staring blankly for at least two minutes, finally grabbed the phone, his trembling fingers dialing a number.
"Sir, I have to report to you some unfortunate news. Captain Naaoi is dead!"
When he uttered the word dead, it seemed Arandy finally dropped a heavy burden. He had to utter this word decidedly, to the extent that he did not care whether it was inappropriate to directly say dead.
The slightest hesitation, choosing a more euphemistic term, and Arandy feared he wouldn’t dare say the word at all.
"What? Who? Naaoi? Dead? Who is dead? Organize your language, what are you babbling about?"
"Sir, Captain Naaoi is dead. He has just died in a conflict with the National Intelligence Bureau."
"Uh, are you sure?"
"I’m sorry, sir, but I fear I can be sure."
"Have you seen the body?"
"Not yet, but it’s about to be delivered."
Silence, a deadly silence.
Naaoi was dead, but it wasn’t just Naaoi who had died, he was the highest-ranking official to die an abnormal death in over sixty years at the CIA.
An ’abnormal death’ was certainly a euphemism; more directly, he had died in battle.
Lan Adi’s hand holding the phone started to tremble uncontrollably, because the longer the silence from the director, the bleaker his future seemed.
Although the director still did not know why Naaoi had died, he would soon find out, and Arandy dare not conceal the truth about this matter.
Finally, the director said softly, "No matter how he died, it was an accident. I don’t care how many bullets he took; Captain Naaoi died by accident... from a stroke! He had a bad temper and was getting old, a stroke is normal."
With a loud bang, the director abruptly moved the phone away from his ear.
Arandy couldn’t hold onto the phone any longer; the receiver fell onto the desk.
Frantically retrieving the receiver, Arandy struggled to say, "I’m sorry, sir, I’m afraid that won’t work..."
"What won’t work?"
"Captain Naaoi died from a blunt instrument to the face, which means he... he... he..."
Arandy started stammering again.
"The director in surprise said, "His face was smashed?"
"I’m afraid... yes!"
With a loud bang, it was now Arandy who abruptly moved the receiver away from his ear.
The director slammed the encrypted phone; he was furious.
Quickly picking up the phone again, he yelled, "What’s going on! What the hell is going on! Damn it, tell me what exactly is happening!"
As everyone knows, the CIA’s director is a mascot, a bridge for the White House to control the CIA, but whether this director could really manage depended on whether his deputy directors were cooperative.
The various deputy directors of the CIA were the real technical bureaucrats, the ones who got things done.
It was not easy for the director to persuade Naaoi to serve the country, willing to leave frontline work and be promoted to deputy director.
Rarely did someone sacrifice for the greater good of the United States, willing to break away from, even betray, the interest group that is the CIA, but now, he was dead.
A representative figure, someone who could leverage the unyielding CIA, was dead, his face smashed.
Arandy didn’t know what to say anymore; he had become the "damn bastard," and there was no way he could keep his position as the director for the Middle East.
Damn it, Arandy just wanted to say that he hadn’t sent Naaoi to do anything.
But he still had to answer what was asked.
Arandy could only say tremblingly, "It was done by some people at the National Intelligence Bureau controlled by Shaman. Oh, very likely, an assassination organization called Sky Garden participated, no! Sky Garden was involved in the... conspiracy... to kill... Captain Naaoi."
"Mind your language! What do you mean by ’killed’? Naaoi died by accident! Died in a car accident!"
After shouting, the director grit his teeth and said, "Bullshit assassination organization; what threat could an assassination organization pose to our Captain Naaoi? Damn it! Watch your language!"
"Director, if it’s not the assassination organization, then it must be the National Intelligence Bureau. If it is the National Intelligence Bureau, could that be... more problematic?"
The director took a deep breath, then weakly said, "Naaoi was coming back to receive the Cross for Outstanding Intelligence Work. How could he die at the hands of some damned assassination organization called Sky Garden? No, even if he died at the hands of a damned assassination organization, he cannot die at the hands of the damn Intelligence Bureau. He must have died in an accident!"
"Yes, director, I know how to write the report now."
The director sighed deeply and weakly said, "But we can’t just let it go like this. Shaman... the National Intelligence Bureau, I will take care of them. But that Sky Garden, eliminate them! Don’t let them survive; make that name disappear, make everyone disappear, disappear!"
Not able to help himself, Arandy straightened his back and loudly said, "Yes, make Sky Garden disappear! I’ll get started on this matter right away!"
After a moment of silence, the director said, "Now, write the report, make it reasonable, and most importantly, make it look good!"