In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the CIA sent Major Beckett to India on a secret mission on a "hire" basis, and a one-line approach was adopted. Beckett reported to Serrati, the intelligence liaison officer, who was responsible to Wesley, the CIA's deputy director of intelligence. It's just that Serrati is not an intelligence analyst, but a foreign-related agent, administratively subordinate to the operations arm of the CIA.

When he received the message from Serrati, Wesley also got the photos taken by the reconnaissance satellite.

Photographs taken from low Earth orbit from above show how powerful the explosion was. Even under ideal conditions, the power of the explosion is about 250 kilograms of TNT, which is equivalent to a 1,000-pound aerial bomb.

Having reached his conclusions, Wesley immediately called the White House and left the office with the evidence.

At the same time, the CIA's deputy chief of operations, Palmer, also received a secret report from Serrati from the classified line.

After receiving a sudden phone call, Palmer left his office and drove to the town twenty kilometers away.

There is only one coffee shop in the town, and the business is deserted with no other customers. Palmer ordered a cup of Blue Mountain coffee and chose a secluded corner.

About ten minutes later, a Lincoln sedan pulled up outside the coffee shop. Two bodyguards wearing sunglasses got out of the car first, and then a middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

As soon as the middle-aged man walked into the coffee shop, the waiter at the door showed a surprised look. "You...... You're Senator Miles......"

The middle-aged man's brows jumped a few times, and before he could speak, the bodyguard who followed pushed the waiter away.

Miles glanced at Palmer, who was sitting in the corner, and walked over.

"We shouldn't have met." Palmer seemed a little intimidated by the U.S. senator from New York.

"There's something. We have to talk to each other face to face. Miles sat down.

"Just received information. The Chinese J-10 is equipped with a new engine. Palmer pulled out his cigarette. When you light a cigarette. The hand trembled slightly. "Before our people arrived. There was a violent explosion in the wreckage of the plane. It is still impossible to determine where it was detonated. Or a natural explosion. ”

"I already know about it." Miles pulled out a long, black cigar. The bodyguard standing behind him immediately lit it for him. "I'm looking for you. Not for this thing. ”

Palmer's brow jumped. If not absolutely important things. Miles won't be there in person.

"We received very reliable information. Major changes are about to take place in Indian politics. ”

"What!?" Palmer almost screamed, "The CIA hasn't received any information, you ......"

"Do you doubt my intelligence sources?"

"No, it's not." Palmer controlled his emotions that were a little out of control. "I'm just a little surprised, what the hell is going on?"

"That's not what a veteran agent should be." Miles smiled faintly and said, "Rahul Gandhi has not only gathered most of the Congress MPs, but has also reached a secret agreement with MPs from other parties in the ruling coalition to initiate a motion to impeach Santos tomorrow." ”

As if expected, Palmer didn't look surprised.

"In addition to the House of Commons, Rahul lacks a necessary condition."

"Support from the military?" Palmer said a word.

"When threatened, Santos will put India into a state of war. Without the support of the military, it would be difficult for Rahul to remove Santos from power. So he'll be meeting secretly with Navy Commander Das and Army Commander Waterle tonight," Myers looked at his watch, about eight hours later. If the two men take refuge in Rahul, Santos will have to step down tomorrow. ”

"Darth and Waters aren't going to fall to Rahul, are they?"

Miles shook his head with a smile and said, "Who can say for sure?" But we must not allow such a thing to happen. ”

Palmer just nodded, not silent.

"To make sure nothing goes wrong, I want you to do something right away."

"What?" Palmer avoided Miles' gaze and knew it wouldn't be a good thing.

"In your capacity in the CIA, give an order to the CIA's secret unit in India, Major Beckett's special forces, to carry out a special mission."

"Assassinate Gandhi!?" Palmer was startled, "Miles, are you crazy?" ”

The senator from New York smiled faintly and did not rush to speak.

"The last two things we did have nothing to do with them have nothing to do with them, and we don't even know if China has any information about us. If we make another mistake, not only will we be finished, but the country will also be implicated. ”

"You're afraid of implicating you, aren't you?"

Palmer kept his mouth shut. He was really afraid of implicating himself, and Jonathan had already been fired for it, and if he had been in this muddy water, it wouldn't have ended much better than Jonathan.

"Roger, you should know that I'm not going to give anyone a second chance." Miles' gaze became unusually sharp, as if it had infinite lethality. "Any idea why I was able to get accurate intelligence before the CIA? If you don't, there will be a lot of people who will be happy to do it for us. ”

Palmel shuddered, a look of horror.

"And it's not up to us to do it ourselves. All Beckett has to do is install a transmitter in the exact location, and you don't have to worry about the rest. ”

Palmer frowned slightly, not understanding what Miles meant.

"I'll give you accurate information in four hours, and Beckett's troops must complete their mission in two hours." Miles glanced at his watch, "If all goes well, someone will help us get rid of Rahul." ”

Palmer was startled, and suddenly thought of something. "You...... Are you trying to borrow ......?"

"That's enough." Miles stopped Palmer, "You only need to use the senior authority of the Deputy Commissioner of Operations to tamper with the orders issued by Wesley, and I will arrange the rest, understand?" ”

"Isn't this going to be ......?"

"Well done, two years later you will be the director of the CIA, and if you don't do well, this will be the last time we will meet."

Palmer knew that Miles wasn't joking, and he knew he couldn't afford to mess with the group Miles represented.

"The bill has been paid for you, next time I will treat you to a real Blue Mountain coffee. Half an hour after I'm gone, you leave. With that, Miles stood up, "After Jonathan was fired, you became the target of our training. ”

After patting Palmer on the shoulder, Miles left the coffee shop.

Palmer didn't feel at ease at all, because he knew that he was caught up in a huge conspiracy.

At this time, Wesley had just walked into the Oval Office of the White House, and Japel was instructing a document.

"Klaas, don't let anyone bother us." Instructing the secretary, Japell nodded to Wesley, then turned off the listening device.

"I just received information that the Chinese J-10 fighter jets have what we need."

"Got the real thing?"

Wesley shook his head. "Our guys arrived a few minutes late and didn't get the physical thing. The preliminary analysis showed that China dispatched special forces to rescue the pilots who had fallen into India and blew up the wreckage of the fighter planes. ”

Jappel put down the pen in his hand. "What do you mean......"

"The operational forces need a higher level of authority." Wesley put the documents he had brought in front of the president, "The air battle is mainly focused on the skies over Indian-administered Kashmir, and our troops are deployed in Chandigarh and cannot reach the crash site in time. They need to be deployed to Kashmir in advance and given freedom of movement. ”

"Will this cause the troops to lose control?"

"Major Beckett was a very good soldier in fourteen years of service in the Marine Corps and seven years with us. His men are all the best special forces and know what to do and what not to do. "Wesley kept his eyes on the president and didn't shy away from the president's gaze." In order to get the physical object, we must give them sufficient authority to move, and we must not restrict their hands and feet. ”

Japel nodded slightly, pondered for a while, and said, "Need my authorization?" ”

Obviously, this question does not need to be answered at all. If he didn't need presidential authorization, Wesley wouldn't have made a special trip.

When Wesley got the written authorization, Serrati walked into the Prime Minister's Office.

After listening to the "story" told by Serrati, Santos was stunned, but only half of it was performed.

Prior to Serrati's arrival, Santos had learned from Macri that Rahul Gandhi had met with leading members of the Congress Party and had been in contact with representatives of other parties in the ruling coalition. Unbeknownst to Santos, Rahul Gandhi had secretly approached the military's top brass in an effort to gain the military's support.

"Your Excellency, you still have ......," Serrati glanced at her watch, "less than seven hours." ”

"Could the information be wrong?" Santos came to his senses.

"Do you doubt the information we provide?" Serrati smiled coldly and said, "After seven hours, whether you want it or not, you must pack your bags and leave the Prime Minister's Palace. ”

This sentence stabbed into the wound in the depths of Santos's soul.

When he was young, in order not to act as a stepping stone for the core members of the family, Santos chose to escape reality by joining the army. Now he has nowhere to run, and he can't tolerate Cheng Rahul stepping on himself to reach the pinnacle of power.

It will not be tolerated, absolutely not tolerated.

"Your Excellency, you only need to provide relevant information, and we will do the rest, and you don't need to interfere."

"What will happen?" Santos looked up.

"The result?" Serrati sighed, "Don't you understand?" Your Excellency will not only be able to continue to live in the Prime Minister's Office, but will also be embraced by the people and become a national fighter of India. Provided, of course, that your speech is prepared this evening and appears on the television screen in time. ”

Santos gritted his teeth and picked up the phone microphone.

Serrati walked over, and when the call came through, he pressed the speakerphone. Santos glared at the daring intelligence liaison officer, but there was nothing he could do.

"I'm Macri......"

"Macri, I'm Santos, and I need the information you've gathered."

"Intelligence?"

"The information I told you to gather last time."

Macri was silent for a moment on the phone. "Okay, I'll be here in fifteen minutes."

After hanging up, Santos let out a sigh.

Now, he had no other choice