Spark

"One weather balloon, you want to change the situation in the whole of Africa? Stop kidding me here!"

In the office of the May Society, Houston roared angrily.

"Weather balloons! That thing, one of the cheapest spike missiles can blow it to pieces!"

"What do these Chinese people think? Are they planning to use this kind of thing to fight against us?"

Hearing his words, the assistant on the side sighed helplessly.

Then he opened his mouth and replied:

"This may sound absurd, but it has to be said that their strategy is effective."

"The first batch of weather balloons has been transported to Khartoum and quickly launched, which gives Khartoum officials the first opportunity to spy on the movements of the revolutionary front."

"You know, before this, their intelligence collection was either by spies or bribes, and 'air reconnaissance' was like a dream to them."

"Now, the Revolutionary Front has put forward new requirements for us. They require us to provide more high-altitude combat equipment to deal with the opponent's weather balloon reconnaissance."

"Otherwise, they will delay the scheduled combat operations for 10 days, because they believe that the failure is doomed to fight under the constant surveillance of the other side."

"How is it possible! The equipment we give them is the strongest in Africa, let alone in Sudan!"

"What's more, we also provided them with intelligence support!"

Houston interrupted the assistant and continued angrily:

"This group of cowards, they want benefits, but they don't even want to pay the price!"

"How can there be such a good thing in this world? Even if it is us, we can only rely on constant adventures and gambling!"

"Probably our previous assistance gave them the illusion."

The assistant sighed.

"In addition, this so-called 'weather balloon' strategy has a deeper meaning."

"Based on Africa's current technological level, even a powerful country like Egypt does not have complete high-altitude radar monitoring methods."

"That is to say, they don't know whether they have balloons on their heads, and they don't have the ability to counter them."

"If you want to put yourself on the same starting line as the enemy, there is only one way: if the other party buys balloons, you also buy them."

"Continuing to develop, the whole of Africa will fall into a 'balance of terror' in the information field."

"In extreme cases, information on military activities on this continent is even completely made public."

"Then, war may become the last choice - because no one can win a war with crushing strength without having an information advantage."

"Our strategy may be difficult to implement even if the Revolutionary Front really wins Khartoum."

Until then, Houston finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

He fell silent, the half-burned cigarette in his hand was shining with a dim red light, and he didn't even notice that the ash had dropped on the desk.

After a long time, he put the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Then he opened his mouth and said:

"Then, our strategy is only the last one."

"Continue to invest in Darfur, and let the Revolutionary Front occupy Khartoum before China's weather balloon strategy takes shape!"

"It's expensive to do that -- we're even really going to be supplying them with high-altitude drones."

"Then give it to them!"

Houston said firmly.

"Not just drones, even if they want real fighter jets, we can give them!"

"As long as we can win Khartoum, everything will be worth it."

"Otherwise, not only will all the investment in the early stage be in vain, but what awaits us in the future will only be a complete collapse."

"We have no way out. At this table, we have lost too much."

"The only chance for a comeback is to bet to the end."

Hearing Houston's words, the assistant opened his mouth subconsciously.

He keenly felt that Houston's current state was very wrong.

He was like those gamblers who lost their eyes in Las Vegas, even if there was only the last chip left in their hands, they would desperately press on it.

Didn't he know he was going to lose?

No, he knew the risks better than anyone.

After all, before that, he had already lost so much.

But what can he do for a gambler who has reached a desperate situation?

Any normal strategy can't make up for the losses that have been done.

Only continue to gamble. If you win, then everything can start all over again.

If you lose, go to the abyss calmly.

The assistant's eyes changed. He actually didn't want to gamble with Houston.

However, the interests of the two are too deeply bound, and if they leave at this time, they will not get any benefits.

Thinking of this, he said:

"Understood."

"I will formulate a detailed strategy to improve our chances of winning as much as possible."

"I hope we can win. If we lose, Mr. Houston, I hope you can bear the consequences of failure."

The Houston application nodded solemnly.

He fully understands the seriousness of this so-called "consequence".

What is the consequence of his predecessor, that Paine?

He was no longer in Texas.

——

No, he's still in Texas, but it's underground in Texas.

And the mistakes he once made were actually not worth mentioning in front of him.

It's just that several opportunities have been missed and Huaxia has developed several times.

And what about myself?

If he fails again, it is equivalent to feeding huge benefits to the mouths of the Chinese people.

If someone really wants to target himself, even if he is convicted of treason, that is also possible

How did Penn die?

A shot of sleeping pills, and he passed away pain-free in his sleep.

I am afraid that my next term will not be so "gentle" to me.

Maybe, before getting rid of themselves, they will try their best to torture themselves, trying to force out the details of their "collusion" with Huaxia.

Ironically, he didn't betray him at all.

Just plain stupid.

A pang of sadness rose in Houston's heart.

He lit a cigarette again, and under the smog, the expression on his face kept changing.

No matter what, this will be his last gamble.

If he wins, his achievements will be enough to be recorded in history.

At that time, I will take the initiative to resign, and then return to the farm to enjoy my old age.

How about planting something?

Houston's thoughts drifted away.

soybeans? corn? ——

These two things seem to be less profitable than in previous years, because Chinese people have also started to operate the South American grain market.

Damn, it's Chinese again!

Houston vaguely felt that a shadow that could not be dispelled seemed to have shrouded his head.

This shadow is about to engulf himself, and even his country.

On the other side, after several days of preparation, Liu Guangyu finally found a chance to leave the base.

When a new batch of equipment arrived, the entire base fell into chaos and bustle, and he took advantage of the opportunity to find the driver he was already familiar with, and asked him to take him to the Fasher Bazaar to purchase some equipment he needed. daily necessities.

"Mohammad, you know, the shampoo I brought is gone, and the toothpaste is gone."

"I'm a clean person—although the conditions here are tough, it's just the bare minimum."

"Do me a favor, I'm just going to do some shopping."

Hearing his words, Mohammad hesitated.

"But Khalifa's order is ... no one is allowed to leave the base at will."

"That's just to prevent you from causing trouble - don't worry, if there is any problem, I will explain it to him."

"You know, I'm Khalifa's friend, he won't blame you for such a small matter."

Hearing Liu Guangyu's words, Mohamed nodded hesitantly.

In fact, he was not a guard monitoring Liu Guangyu, but an ordinary driver.

For him, the order he received was just "do not leave the base at will", and there was nothing else.

But what made him feel extremely contradictory was that even with this order, some officers would still let him drive them out for various reasons, and Khalifa never blamed him for this.

Maybe, just like what Liu Guangyu said, the essence of this order is that you don't want soldiers like yourself to cause trouble?

Looking at his expression, Liu Guangyu knew that his plan had been more than half successful, so he continued to persuade:

"Didn't you tell me last time that you wanted a mobile phone? There are mobile phones for sale in the second-hand market, so you can just buy one. Consider it a gift from me."

"Really?"

Mohammad asked in surprise.

You know, the price of a mobile phone needs to be hundreds of dollars. For a big soldier like him, unless there is a large-scale combat operation, it is impossible to make that much money.

"of course it's true."

Liu Guangyu replied without hesitation, and then continued to add:

"It's just a small amount of money to me—you're my friend, and a little gift is nothing."

Having said that, Mohammad finally nodded.

Liu Guangyu's spirit was lifted, he hurriedly urged Mohammad to get into the car, and then the two of them drove all the way to the periphery of the base.

The camp of the Revolutionary Front in El Fasher is a large base. From their own residential area to the outskirts of the urban area, they have to pass through three gates, and identity checks will be carried out at each gate.

This was originally a hurdle that was absolutely impossible for me to pass, but today is different.

The coming and going vehicles drained the energy of the guards, and Mohammad was originally driving a pick-up truck for loading and unloading goods. The guards just glanced at him casually before letting him go, and they didn't even notice what happened behind him. Liu Guangyu of the seat.

Everything went extremely smoothly, and within half an hour, Liu Guangyu arrived at the chaotic market.

He told Mohammad to park the car and the two walked into the market together.

He first found the mobile phone store, and the mobile phones randomly placed on the counter immediately attracted Mohammad's attention.

"How about it, do you like it?"

Liu Guangyu asked.

In fact, the phones that make it to this place are anything but the latest, and the best are Nokia models from a few years ago.

Being able to make phone calls and play Snake is already considered powerful, and if you add a color screen, it will be an absolute top match.

For Mohammad, though, that was enough.

His eyes kept wandering between the mobile phones, and a greedy look gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Can I choose myself?"

He turned to Liu Guangyu and asked.

"Of course, either one will do."

Liu Guangyu saw through his thoughts at a glance, and answered without changing his face.

"You can choose for a while. I'll go next door to buy toothpaste. When I come back, I'll pay you."

"no problem!"

Mohammad replied immediately.

This was exactly what he wanted.

After the Huaxia man leaves, he can collude with the boss, raise the price, and knock him out for a good sum of money

Hearing his answer, Liu Guangyu had an imperceptible smile on his face.

He turned and left the "mobile phone shop" and walked towards the "black market for weapons" with satellite phones.

After walking into the store with ease, bypassing the front door and entering the yard of the real business area, Liu Guangyu photographed two things on the counter.

One, a wad of dollar bills.

The other is a pass for the camp of the Revolutionary Front organization El Fasher.

"I need to make a call."

he said to the boss.

The boss knew Liu Guangyu's identity as soon as he saw the things on the table. He took the money and got a satellite phone on the ground. Liu Guangyu didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately climbed to the roof and dialed the number of the contact person of the Blue Helmet Camp.

It took two minutes for the phone to be connected. After hearing a familiar voice, Liu Guangyu immediately said:

"I'm Liu Guangyu, and I have an important intelligence report."

"Time is limited, let me speak first."

"First, the target of the Freedom Front is likely to be Khartoum, and there will be large-scale combat operations in the near future."

"Second, the military assistance from the US has been upgraded, and heavy weapons have arrived in North Darfur."

"Third, follow-up assistance will continue to be upgraded. It is said that there may be fighter jets."

"Fourth, my target is suspected to be exposed, and the situation is not safe. If I lose contact later"

"boom!"

Before Liu Guangyu finished speaking, a burst of gunshots suddenly sounded.

He looked down and saw Khalifa's half-smiling face.

"Liu, I have always regarded you as a friend."

He looked at Liu Guangyu and said.

"But you betrayed us. I think you should pay for your actions."

"Come down, don't make yourself too ugly."

Liu Guangyu took a deep breath, he had already seen the densely packed muzzles behind Khalifa.

It's over.

Unexpectedly, even this successful departure from the base was a trap.

It seems that the opponent's work in the intelligence field is not as weak as he thought.

This time, I really fell.

In the ten years of fighting in the battlefield, he actually imagined his own ending many times.

But when this moment actually arrived, it seemed to make him a little dissatisfied.

——

This is too plain.

There is no vigorous effect as I imagined.

Liu Guangyu heaved a long sigh, and climbed down the roof carefully.

Khalifa drew a pistol and pointed it at his forehead.

"This is my judgment on you, Liu."

"I will do it myself."

Liu Guangyu looked straight into his eyes, waiting for the moment when the trigger was pulled.

He is very strange, why is he not afraid?

Numb maybe?

but not

It's as if there is a strange intuition telling myself, "not today".

"not today".

Can't you die?

The next second, a man's voice came from the satellite phone that hadn't hung up yet.

A man, speaking with an Arabic voice.

"Let the man across from you answer the phone."

At this moment, both Khalifa and Liu Guangyu were subconsciously stunned.

Afterwards, Liu Guangyu handed over the phone to Khalifa.

The latter took the phone suspiciously and put it next to his ear, and the man's voice continued to ring through the receiver.

"This is the Huaxia Blue Helmet Camp."

"Put down your pistol."

"That's right, it's the golden pistol with the goshawk decoration in your hand."

"Very good, well done."

"Now, tell your men to drop their guns too."

"You are a general, and you probably heard some news from Hamidi?"

"You should know what to do."

"I just want you to remember that."

"We're watching you."

"all the time."

Khalifa jerked his head up.

He looked at the sky above his head, and there was nothing there.

However, unprecedented fear suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.