"I'm afraid... yes!"

There was a loud bang, and Alandi suddenly moved the microphone away from his ear.

The director threw the phone. He threw the encrypted phone angrily.

Soon, the director grabbed the phone again and roared: "What's going on! What's going on! Damn bastard, tell me what's going on!"

As we all know, the director of the CIA is a mascot and a bridge for the White House to control the CIA. However, whether the director can really manage things depends on whether the deputy director is willing to cooperate.

The deputy directors of the CIA are the technocrats and the ones who do practical things.

The director finally convinced Naovi to serve the country and be willing to leave front-line work and be promoted to deputy director.

It's rare for someone to be willing to devote himself to the overall interests of the United States, to break away from or even betray the CIA interest group, but he died.

A representative figure, a figure who could lever the iron plate of the CIA, died, and his face was smashed.

Alandi really didn't know what to say. He had become a damn bastard, so he couldn't keep the position of director of the Middle East Division that the director had forcibly arranged for him.

Damn it, Alandi just wanted to say that he didn't send Naovi to do anything.

But the questions that should be answered still need to be answered.

Alandi could only say in a trembling voice: "It was the action of some people from the National Intelligence Agency controlled by Sharman. Oh, it is very possible that a killer organization called Sky Garden was involved, no! It was Sky Garden who was involved... uh...

Plot...to kill...Captain Naoway."

"Pay attention to your wording! What does killing mean? Naovi, died in an accident! Died in a car accident!"

After roaring, the director gritted his teeth and said: "Bullshit killer organization, can the killer organization pose any threat to our Captain Naovi! Damn it! Watch your wording!"

"Director, if it is not a killer organization, it can only be the National Intelligence Agency. If it is the National Intelligence Agency, will it be... more troublesome?"

The director took a deep breath, and then he said feebly: "Naovi came back to get the Cross of Distinguished Intelligence Service. How could he die at the hands of a bullshit hanging garden? No, even if he died at the hands of a damn sky garden,

He cannot die in the hands of a killer organization, nor can he die in the hands of some bullshit intelligence bureau. He must die in an accident!"

"Yes, Director, I know how to write the report."

The director sighed feebly and said: "But we can't let it go like this, Sharman... National Intelligence Agency, I will be in charge of them, but that hanging garden, kill them! Don't let them live, let this name disappear,

Let everyone disappear, disappear!"

Alandi couldn't help but straighten his waist and said loudly: "Yes, let the sky garden disappear! I will deal with the matter immediately!"

The director was silent for a moment and said: "Now, write the report, make it reasonable, and the most important thing is to make it nice!"
Chapter completed!