Chapter 26 Chapter 24 Flight

The journey back to the plane was fast and smooth. The governor left, and most of the people who had been standing by the side of the road to greet him had gone back to work.Ren leaned on the luxurious leather seat, feeling exhausted from the previous tension. Hey, how am I doing?Watching Indiana receding rapidly out the car window, he asked.He amused himself at the thought of driving fast on the outskirts of town without getting a ticket. Very good, really.Carly.Weston answered first, sounding like a teacher. I used to be a teacher.said the president.If I'm lucky, maybe I'll be a teacher someday.

A speech like today's is okay, but if it's a different audience, you're probably going to need a little passion.Van Damme said. Take your time, Carly advised the Chief of Staff, you must learn to crawl before you can walk. The same is said in Oklahoma, right?the president asked. Minor tweaks, but not much.Just remember, you're not in Indiana anymore, it's the State of the Shortfoot (another name for Oklahoma), not the State of the Mountain People (another name for Indiana).The idea of ​​the speech remains the same, it's just that the basketball is replaced by a football.

They had two senators killed in that incident, but one representative survived, and he'll be on the podium with you.Van Damme told him. How did he survive it?Ren asked casually. Probably rest at home that night.Van Damme replied curtly that you will announce a new compact for Tinker Air Force Base to consolidate some companies into a new location.That means about five hundred new jobs, and the local media will be happy. class.Goodree doesn't know if he's the new national security adviser; if so, he has limited experience for the job, but at least his presidency has deep grounding in foreign affairs, which makes him more More like a senior secretary than a consultant, but he didn't mind.In his short time at Langley, he has learned a lot and made rapid progress.Because he knows how to organize intelligence and has the political sensitivity to classify important things into categories, he got the national intelligence officer card at a young age.He especially likes working directly for President Ryan because Goodrek knows he can talk straight to the boss, and the name Ryan still comes to his mind even though he doesn't use it anymore and lets him know what he's thinking .For Dr. Goodree, this is another learning experience, and one that is invaluable for someone who dreams of one day becoming CIA director by virtue of merit rather than politics.

On the wall opposite the desk is a clock that shows the position of the sun around the world.The clock had been ordered the day he arrived, and to his surprise, it arrived overnight without going through all the official procurement procedures.The surprise was pleasant, and the clock he had found while working in the CIA operations center was a quick reference, much better than the average wall clock.Your eyes can automatically tell the time anywhere in the world by simply looking where it is in the afternoon. The NSA is used to providing regular briefings on events around the world.The duty center is run by senior military men who are superior to him in technical points of view but less political.The U.S. colonel in charge of the NSA duty center every afternoon doesn't bother everyone with trivial matters, because those things are handled by low-level personnel; when the colonel signs something, it usually means that it is worth looking at. .It was just after noon Washington time.

Gudre glanced at the flashing signal about Iraq.He looked up at the clock on the wall. The sun had gone down, a time for some people to rest, but others were just about to start work.In order to complete the task perfectly without interruption, the work will continue all night, so the next day is a new and completely different day. Oh boy.Gudrey said in a low voice.He looked at the document again, then turned the swivel chair, picked up the phone, and pressed the speed dial button. Secretary's Office.A woman's voice in her fifties answered. Goodree looks for Foley. Please wait.After a while, hi Ben.

Hi, Chief.He felt that it was inappropriate to call the director by his first name because he might return to work at Langley this year.Have you got this document from me?The document he just took off the printer was still slightly warm in his hand. Iraq? right. You must have seen it twice, Ben.I just told Bert.Visco, please leave him out of this matter.They both thought that the CIA's Iraq was bad and the State Department guys were pretty good. This is very urgent for me. Yes.Edward.Foley replied, oh my god, they're moving so fast over there.Give me an hour, maybe ninety minutes.

I think the president needs to know.Gudre said in a voice that concealed a sense of urgency. Does he need to know everything?class.The CIA director said again. What, Chief? Jack doesn't blame you for your patience, we'll just have to wait and see what happens anyway.Remember, we can't throw all the information on him, he doesn't have time to read it all, what he wants to read has to be concise.That's your job.Edward.You spend a few weeks figuring it out, Foley explained, and I'll help you.The CIA director continued, reminding Gudre that he was still very junior. Well, I'll be patient.The phone hung up.

It took only a minute for Gudre to re-read the announcement from the National Security Agency when the phone rang again. Dr. Goodley. Doctor, this is the Office of the President.A senior secretary said, there is a Mr. Gloverko on the presidential line, can you take it? OKHe replied, thinking oh fuck! I am class.Goodrey. I'm Groveko, who are you? I'm the acting national security adviser to the president.I know who you are. Goodrey?Ben could hear him searching his memory for the name.Ah, you're that fledgling national intelligence officer.Congratulations on your promotion. His hand is quite impressive, although Gudre knows that on the Russian's desk, there is a document that can meet his needs.

Yes, someone has to answer the call, Mr. Minister.Gu Deli also came to such a hand with him.Although this answer is not sonorous enough, but there is something in the words.Is there anything I can do for you? You know me and Ivan.Ermitovich (i.e. Rennes) agreement? yes sir i know. very good.Tell him that a new nation is about to be born, and its name may be the United Islamic Republic.By then it will include what is now Iran and Iraq, and I suspect it has the potential to expand much larger. How reliable is this information, sir?Better be polite to him, it will make him feel great. Young man, I will not report to your President if I feel unreliable.However, he graciously added, I understand you have to ask.The source of the report has nothing to do with you, but the reliability of the source is enough to give me the confidence to disclose this information, and there will be more information in the future.Did you get similar instructions?

This question made Gu Deli dumbfounded on the spot, staring blankly at the table.He hadn't been given any instructions on this; yes, he knew that President Wren had discussed cooperation with Glofko, and that both had decided to work together, and he had spoken to Foley about it, but he hadn't been told What was the limit to report back to Moscow, and he didn't have time to call Langley for instructions.At this juncture, he had to make a decision, and there was only a blink of an eye. Yes, Minister.Your call comes at a good time, and Chief Foley and I are discussing the development of the situation.

I, yes, Dr. Goodley, I think your communications staff are still as efficient as ever; it's a pity that your human resources are not commensurate with their performance, which is a pity! Ben didn't even dare to react to his words, even though the sharp words made his stomach cramp.Gudre has always respected Ryan, and now he remembered that Ryan often expressed his admiration for the person on the other end of the phone.Be nice to big shots, boy.Stop playing tricks.He should have said that Foley had called him. Your Excellency, I will speak to the President within this hour and pass on your information to him.Thank you for your timely call, sir. Good luck today, Dr. Goodree. United Islamic Republic, Ben looks at the blotter on the desk.There used to be a United Arab Republic, which was an alliance between Syria and Egypt. The reason why these two independent countries that are fundamentally incompatible in nature established an alliance was purely to defeat Israel, and Israel opposed This launched an effective counterattack.To be more precise, the United Islamic Republic is a political declaration as well as a religious declaration, because Iran is not an Arab country unlike Iraq but an Aryan country of different peoples and languages.Islam is the only major sect in the world that condemns all racial discrimination in its holy scriptures and declares that all races are equal before God (a point that is often ignored by the West).In this light, Islam is by nature supposed to be a unifying force, and the new nation will live up to its name.Gudrei looked at the clock on the wall again. It was also night in Moscow, and Glofko always worked very late.Ben picked up the phone and pressed speed-dial again; it took him less than a minute to wrap up the call. Either way, we can trust him on this one.Saji is a master at countering, I think he kind of pissed you off, right?asked the CIA director. I was a little annoyed by him.Goodley admitted. It's always been like that, they just like to play the status game.Don't be distracted by it, don't fight back, it's better to ignore it.Foley explained, well, what was he worried about? A bunch of republics ending in stan.Gudre blurted out without thinking. well said.said another voice. Visco? Yes, I just came here.Gudre had to repeat what he had said to Foley; perhaps Marie Fu was there. This thing is tricky for me.Goodley said. Same for me.Wesker said over the speakerphone, let's discuss it and I'll call you back in fifteen to twenty minutes. Do you think Benjaco will contact us?After some noise on the phone, Edward said they must have had a rough day. The irony at this time is that the Russians were not only the first to contact the United States, but they were also the only ones who could call directly into the White House, which gave them an advantage over Israel.But this kind of pride will not last long. Maybe Israel is facing the worst moment now, but Russia is just having a good day, and the United States will suffer soon. It would be unreasonable to deny them an opportunity to pray.Cruel as they are, criminals as they are, they still have the right to pray, even if it's just a short prayer.A learned mullah (Editor's note: the title of Islam, which is usually used to refer to religious leaders, religious school teachers, people who are proficient in the law, priests, and chanting, etc.) Announcing their fate in an uncharitable tone, he quoted the Koran, telling them that there was still a chance to reconcile with Allah before they could see Allah with their own eyes.Everyone complied and whether they believed it or not is another matter, Allah judges for himself, and the mullahs did their duty and every prisoner was escorted to the prison grounds. The entire process, like a production line, was timed just enough for the three clergy to give each condemned prisoner three intervals in which to take them out, tie them to a post, shoot them, drag the body away, and repeat the process.Each execution lasted five minutes, and prayers took fifteen minutes. The general who commanded the 41st Armored Division was an exception.He was bound with his hands in the presence of the priest, and he was taken out of the cell by soldiers who had saluted him a week before and trembled nervously as he walked by.He's resigned to his fate, but won't give the bastard Persians he's ever faced off in the border swamps an iota of satisfaction, though in his heart he's cursing to God the cowardly bosses who fled abroad and left him .As he was handcuffed to a post, he thought maybe he should kill the president himself and take over the country.The general took the opportunity to look back at the wall, he wanted to measure the shooting skills of the executioners.He was seconds away from meeting Hades, and yet he still managed to find a strange tinge of humor in it; he snorted contemptuously.He had worked hard to be a loyal but apolitical soldier, faithfully and uncompromisingly carrying out orders, whatever they were, without the full confidence of the highest levels of the country; that was his reward.A captain walks up with a blindfold. can i have a cigarette The captain nodded expressionlessly, he had already become numb after killing ten people in the past hour.He took a cigarette from his pocket, put it in the general's mouth, and lit it.When he was done, he said something he felt compelled to say: Salaam alaykum (peace be upon you). Yes, young man, do your job and see if it's loaded, eh?The general closed his eyes and let out a long, pleasant puff of smoke.What a joke his doctor told him just a few days ago that it was unhealthy!Looking back on his military career, he marvels at how he survived the 1991 U.S. battering of his division.Yeah, he's had more than one brush with death, a race humans can only delay but never win; it's meant to be.He took another long puff of smoke.The soldiers began to aim their guns, all of them expressionless.Well, killing people makes people insensitive, he thought.What was supposed to be cruel and terrifying became a job Although it took a few days for everything to be put in order, they were now settled in different parts of the town. No sooner had this been done than the generals and their entourage began to worry again.They all believed that such a dispersal would lead to them being picked up one by one and sent back to Baghdad.It doesn't matter, each of them has only one or two bodyguards, and they are useless except to drive away beggars when they go out.They met often, and each general was assigned a car, mainly to arrange the next escape.As for whether to continue to flee together, or start to go their own way, it is still debated.Some thought it would be safer and more cost-effective to buy a large piece of land and develop it there; others thought it would be better if they never saw each other now that they were out of Iraq.Their small disagreements had long buried their rift as their new situation softened their relationship.Each of them has at least 40 million in property, and one of them has a deposit of nearly 300 million in a Swiss bank, which is enough to live a happy life in any country in the world.Most of them chose Switzerland, which has long been a safe haven for those who have money and want a quiet life, although a few wanted to see the East.The king of Brunei needs someone to reorganize his army, and three Iraqi generals want the job; and the local government is starting to discuss whether to hire a few advisers to guide the ongoing military operations against minorities in the south, and the Iraqis just happen to be Has long-term experience in dealing with the Kurds. Sudan is pretty much a desert country known for its scorching dry heat.Since it was once a British protectorate, the Sudanese capital has a hospital for foreigners, with a large number of British staff in the hospital.Although its equipment is not the best in the world, it is still much better than most hospitals in Saharan Africa.The doctors at the hospital were mostly idealistic young men who had come (as had been the case for a century) with romantic visions of Africa and the practice of medicine.Despite the hardships they've had here, they've done their best; generally speaking, they've been pretty good. The two patients arrived within less than an hour of each other.First came a little girl, accompanied by her anxious mother.She was four years old and had always been healthy, save for a mild bout of wheezing, which her mother said exactly, should not have happened in the dry climate of Khartoum.Where did they come from?Iraq?The doctor doesn't understand politics, and he doesn't care about politics. He is twenty-eight years old and has just been licensed as a physician. He is short and his light brown hair is starting to thin out. The point is, he hasn't read anything about that country and a major epidemic. disease announcement.He and his colleagues had been told about the Saibola virus, but only lightly. The patient's body temperature was thirty-eight degrees Celsius, which is nothing for a child, and it's at least that high at noon in this country.Blood pressure, heart rate, and respiration were all normal.She looked listless; well, it might just be jet lag. Some people are sensitive to jet lag, McGregor explained, and the new environment can make a child physically uncomfortable.Maybe it's just a cold, nothing serious.He wears gloves not because he has a special need, but because his medical training at the University of Edinburgh has etched them into his mind.The girl didn't seem to be in great pain, her eyes were a little swollen, her throat was slightly irritated, but nothing serious, she might be fine after a night or two of good sleep, and she didn't need to prescribe any medicine.The mother took the child away.The doctor decided it was time for a cup of tea.On the way to the break room, he took off the gloves that had just saved his life and threw them in the trash. Thirty minutes later, another patient came in, a male, thirty-three years old, with the appearance of a killer, full of doubts about the medical staff in Africa, but very friendly to the European staff.Clearly the man knew Africa, McGregor thought, and was probably an Arab businessman.do you travel a lotrecent?Oh, that's probably why.Be careful when drinking the local water, that's what gives you an upset stomach.So he, too, went home with a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of stomach medicine, also available at the pharmacy.Now, McGregor has worked all day and it's time for him to get off work. Mr. President, Ben.Gudrey called.A sergeant told him. What's the matter, Ben?Ryan said. We've got reports that a lot of bigwigs in Iraq are going to be executed; I'm faxing the report to you.Both Russians and Israelis confirmed this.At this moment, another air force sergeant came over and handed Ryan three pages.The first page just said Top Secret For The President Only Even though three or four correspondents had already seen it.At this time, the plane was just about to land at Tinker Air Force Base. I just got it, let me have a look.He scanned it first, then looked back carefully.Well, who will be left? Visco said none of those people were worth mentioning.All the top Ba'ath Party commanders and senior commanders who did not escape were spared, and the rest had little status.The disturbing part is from the palm bowl Who is this Major Sabah? I added it myself, sir.Gudre replied that he was a spy from Kuwait, and our people said he was very astute; Visco also thought so.Things are moving in the direction we feared, and fast. How did Saudi Arabia react?At this moment, VC｜25A was passing through the clouds, and Ryan shook slightly.It looks like it's raining outside. There is no movement yet, they are still discussing countermeasures. Well thank you, great job Ben, please keep me updated. I will, sir. Ren hung up the phone and frowned. in trouble?asked Van Damme. Iraq is changing so fast; they are executing people.The president handed the report to his chief of staff. Changes in the situation in Iraq always give people a very unreal feeling.The NSA report included a list of names.If it was in the office, Wren would look at these pictures of people he had never met, but not now, because he was about to land in Oklahoma for a non-political political speech, and the list of People who are facing death are likely to have passed away.Those people 7,000 miles away are about to become dead souls, and Lane learned the news from a distant radio interception. All of this feels illusory and real.It must have been the distance and everything around him: a hundred or so senior Iraqi officials were shot. Would you like a sandwich before you get off the plane?Except when it comes to foreign policy, the duality is amused.No, not funny at all. What are you thinking?asked Van Damme. I should go back to the office.Ryan replied, this matter is very important, and I need to keep track of its progress. wrong!Van Damme shook his head immediately, you are no longer the National Security Advisor, someone will do this kind of thing for you.You're the president and you have a lot going on, and it's all important.The president can never be obsessed with just one thing, and he can't stay in the office all the time. People outside don't want to see this situation, because it means that you don't have the ability to grasp the big picture, but you are controlled by things.Look at Jimmy.How badly Carter screwed up his second term.This kind of thing doesn't really matter that much. Probably not.Lane objected.At this time the plane landed. All that matters now is your speech in the state of the short-footed.He paused, then continued: This is not only benevolence that begins at home, but also political power.Just start here.He pointed out the window, where the plane was slowly coming to a stop in Oklahoma. Ren watched, but what he thought of was the United Islamic Republic. It was quite difficult to enter the Soviet Union in the past. The National Security Council’s Border Guard Agency was responsible for patrolling border guards and sometimes inspecting minefields and fortifications to control people’s entry and exit. However, these facilities have been abandoned for a long time now. The current checkpoints The main function is to allow those border guards to accept bribes from smugglers.Today, smugglers truck their goods into the country, once ruled by an iron fist from Moscow, which is now a conglomerate of semi-independent republics, most of which are economically independent.With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, smuggling, which had been controlled under Communist rule, was now difficult to stop and impossible to tax. Corruption of border guards is actually from top to bottom, and they will naturally tell their superiors when they share the spoils.So the envoy just sits in the car and waits while the driver lets border guards pick a portion of the load from the back of the truck.And these soldiers aren't greedy at all, they just can't fit the stuff in their trunks (their only concession to this illegal activity is to only do it at night).Afterwards, the relevant documents were all stamped, and the truck restarted and headed for the border road, which was probably the only decent road in this area.More than an hour later, the truck drove into a large town that used to handle the truck trade, and made a short stop. After that, the special envoy got out of the car, walked to a private car, and continued his journey.All he carried with him was a small bag containing a change or two of clothes. The president of the semi-autonomous republic claims to be a Muslim but is actually a speculator.A former high-ranking Communist official, of course he often denied God to ensure his political future, but when the political situation turned, he publicly showed great enthusiasm for Islam, although privately he had no interest at all.His faith, if it may be called so, was his worldly life of ease.He lived a comfortable life in his private luxurious palace, where former Soviet Communist leaders once lived.He drank and had fun here, hugged left and right, and was strict with the rule of the republic.He controls the regional economy so tightly (he is not competent at all under the Communist Party's training), and he does not allow the growth of Islam, which he thinks will give his people a false appearance of personal freedom (at this point In fact, he clearly misinterpreted the very nature of Islam which he professed to believe in).Like all presidents before him, he thinks he's popular and the envoy knows that's just a bunch of idiots' fantasy.At this time, the special envoy came to the simple home of a friend, a local religious leader; this friend was a simple and indifferent person, he was calm about most things, and only occasionally got angry on issues of principle. Beloved, even those who are atheists respect him, there is no one who does not like him.He lived for fifty-five years and was persecuted by the Communist Party, but he never wavered in his belief.He was really well suited for the task at hand, and he was surrounded by his closest friends. It is sad to see the life of the faithful living in such poverty.The envoy spoke up. It has always been like this, but we have been able to practice religion freely today.How can material wealth be compared with religious belief?The religious leader said in a teacher-like tone. Of course, the Envoy agreed, but Allah also wants His faithful to live in abundance, doesn't He?It was agreed that everyone in the room was a scholar of Islam, but there was hardly anyone who did not like abundance. Most of all, my people need schools, good schools.The leader replied that we need good medical facilities. I am exhausted trying to comfort the parents of children who died young.I don't deny that we need a lot. All this is easy to get if you have the money.The envoy pointed out. But it has always been poor here.We have resources, but never used them properly, and now we have lost the support of the central government at a time when we can control our own destiny, and that stupid president is indulging in sensuality.If he had been a man of faith, we might have made this land prosperous long ago.He was a little angry, but also more sad. resources, plus some foreign funding.An entourage who is more experienced in economics gave a pertinent suggestion. In Tehran, it is believed that now is the time for believers to heed the call of the prophet.My teacher Da Yelan is earnestly exhorting the need to regain faith.After the special envoy finished speaking, he took a sip of tea, and his calm voice was like that of a teacher.We have the wealth bestowed by Allah.Now that moment has come.While we have grown rich, you have been persecuted for your faith; we have an obligation to give you back and welcome you back to the church to share in our wealth.It was suggested by my teacher. Glad to hear that from you.He answered cautiously.He thought about it very carefully, and Communist rule taught him that he had to, but the direction in which he had to think was obvious. We unite all Muslim peoples and fulfill the desire of Prophet Muhammad.Although we have different countries, different languages, and different skin colors, we have the same religion and we are all voters of Allah. so? So, we want your republic to join our country, then we will be one family.We will bring you schools and provide medical assistance.We will help you to run your country so that more muslims will benefit and we will be brothers as Allah wants. The Iranian visitor's proposal surprised them as much as seeing an alien.There are many differences between the two countries and between the two peoples.Not only are the languages ​​and cultures different, there have been wars between them for centuries, and bandits and robberies are common.In fact, apart from their religious beliefs, they have nothing in common at all.Moreover, the Russians have occupied their land for a long time since the Tsarist period. Apart from language, their culture, history and heritage have been deprived, and faith is their only uniting force.Now that everyone in the room is seriously thinking about it, it would be even better if material prosperity could be promised.Now that the Soviet Union was dead and its successor paralyzed, those frontier peoples who had fallen out of favor were left to their own devices. They just need to do one thing to make it happen and Allah will decide. Although I don't like the way you guys dealt with the Boston Hawks last October.Ryan smiled to the NCAA football championship team from Oklahoma, but your tradition of excellence is part of the American soul. The audience again applauded enthusiastically.Ryan was very satisfied with this, his smile lit up the entire venue and he waved his right hand; through the broadcast screen, it can be clearly found that he is different from his initial appearance. He's a quick learner.Ed.Kirti said objectively. Don't forget, he has a great mentor.The former vice president's chief of staff reminded his boss that Van Damme was a strong character.Our initial actions have drawn their attention, Ed, and Van Damme must have warned Wren sternly. He did not say their actions had no impact after that.The press had initially written an editorial, but after consideration, it was not published as an editorial because the media rarely admits mistakes.And the news from the White House press room, if not praising Wren, would not use defamatory words.As long as Arnold.With Van Damme in the White House, there would be no disorganization, and the entire Washington establishment knew it. Wren's cabinet appointments changed everything, but then the officials got down to business.Adler is a political figure who has made his way to the top in his own right. Over the years he has befriended many diplomatic journalists who have put him on the map, and he never misses an opportunity to extol Wren's diplomatic expertise. .George.Although Winston is a wealthy man outside the political circle, he has already conducted a secret and comprehensive understanding of the entire Ministry of Finance, and has information on financial experts from all over the world, and he can consult them at any time.The most surprising thing is Tony.Britannon's entry into the Pentagon; in the past ten years, he has been an active outsider, he promised to clean up the Pentagon to the death; with the approval of the president, he will do his best to root out corruption and corruption.These guys aren't particularly charismatic or central to Washington, but damnably, they're quietly wooing the news media in the best possible way, behind the scenes.Most disturbingly, an agent told Kielty today that the Washington Post is preparing a major report on Wren's time at the CIA, and that it will be run by Bob.Holtzman writes Holtzman is a journalistic genius who, for some reason, just loves Wren and has the means to get inside information.If this report is presented to the people of the country, the influence of both Holtzman and the "Post" will increase, and his exposure in the media will be greatly reduced; in this way, he will completely lose influence. , and his political career will end more ignominiously than before.A historian might ignore his personal indiscretions and focus instead on his ambitions, and then investigate his entire political career, questioning everything he did, looking at him with a different loathing than he used to, saying he had All good deeds are done on purpose.Kirti not only saw his political career coming to an end, but never again. You left out Carly.Kirti grumbled as he watched the speech. One of her speeches can make little people look like presidents.The chief of staff agrees that this is where the danger lies.Wren just had to act like the President to win the election, and whether he was real or not he certainly wasn't real, Kilt always reminded himself.Why is he the president? I never said he was stupid.Kirti admitted.He had to be objective because this was no longer a game, it was bigger than life. Start soon, Ed. I know.But he has to work on bigger goals, Kilt thought.