People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Even soldiers are afraid.

One day, two days, three days.

It was like a nightmare, with comrades dying one after another…

I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore.

And so, seven days passed.

The army withdrew.

Jason Bourne quietly went out through the cave exit to observe the situation, and after confirming that the crisis had passed, he returned to the cave and waited for another half day.

As darkness fell, the group left the cave and walked away.

After walking for six or seven hours, the group arrived near a small mountain village, boarded a truck that had been waiting there, and ended their trek.

A blink of an eye.

The group arrived at a factory in a city about 500 kilometers away from Isfahan.

The CIA's target is this city.

“Everyone take a day off, and we’ll talk about the action plan tomorrow,” Jason Bourne said.

This is the CIA's target. Taking people out is Ding Xiu's group's job, but Jason Bourne will be involved. And because it is the CIA's target, the CIA has developed a very comprehensive evacuation plan.

in short.

Once we get our hands on the person, retreating shouldn't be a problem, and it won't be this difficult.

Ding Ze didn't care about any of that. He took a shower, removed the human-face mask, shaved, tidied himself up, and then lay down on the bed.

This whole ordeal was absolutely exhausting.

Damn it, this godforsaken place, Yilang, is too troublesome.

Get Mexico to send troops to fight them as soon as possible.

Ding Ze thought to himself with some irritation. Then, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and picked up his phone to call Janet.

After being out and about for so long, my phone was completely dead, and I just got a little bit charged.

Naturally, even though Ding Ze had sent a message explaining the impending power outage before it happened, Janet was still extremely anxious.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't cry. It's not easy to do anything in this godforsaken place. I've only just settled in," Ding Ze could only comfort him, without showing any impatience.

After some comforting, Janet felt a little better. "When are you coming back?"

"It should take a few more days. We have another mission to do tomorrow. It's a CIA mission. Once we finish it, the retreat will be easier. Don't worry too much."

How could Janet not worry: "..." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 187 The CIA Rescue, Return Flight

After chatting with Janet and offering her some comfort, Ding Ze hung up the phone, felt sleepy, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

In the blink of an eye, a new day begins, and the sun rises.

Jason Bourne brought breakfast.

Ding Ze and his group ate.

After finishing his meal, Jason Bourne didn't waste any time and quickly explained today's operation.

The target of the operation is a single person, a deep-cover CIA agent who has been working undercover in Iran for many years. He was recently arrested by Iran's secret police and is being held in a basement in the city.

Naturally, dozens of Yi Lang's secret special police officers were stationed on the floor of this basement, making it extremely well-guarded.

The CIA has designed many plans over the past period, but has not been able to finalize a specific rescue plan. Therefore, it has always been hesitant to take any rash actions, fearing that if the rescue fails, the secret police in Iran might transfer the undercover agent to another location.

At that point, a rescue operation will not only become more difficult, but will also take even longer.

Who knows if that undercover agent will be able to hold out until then?

That undercover agent was extremely valuable; he possessed crucial intelligence…

Jason Bourne spoke fluently without any expression, then took out a map, spread it on the table, pointed to a point on the map, and said, "The target is here, and the police station is right next to it. Once we start the operation, the police will take action immediately."

After saying that, Jason-Bourne asked Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, do you have any thoughts?"

Just an idea.

Just one.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette. "If you ask me, the only thing we can do is make them move. We'll take action on the way."

The CIA certainly considered this option as well.

Jason Bourne shook his head. “If we do that, we’ll have to deal with hundreds of police officers and secret service agents… The CIA can’t let that happen.”

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze felt he understood the meaning and asked, "May I?"

Jason Bourne's expression became slightly complicated, then he nodded. "That's what the chief told me."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Okay, I've had enough of this godforsaken place and I'm eager to get back. Let's cut to the chase and just tell me how the CIA plans to handle this."

Jason Bourne nodded. "Okay, we've settled on two plans."

"First, Mr. Ding, use your special methods to kill the secret SWAT officers in the target house and rescue the undercover agent without making a fuss."

"This is the most ideal solution,"

"Second, let's make some noise to get them to move their undercover agents. We can rescue them on the way... This way, our retreat time will be very short, but the risk will be very high."

Objectively speaking, Ding Ze felt that there was nothing wrong with the design of the two plans; if he were to design them, they would probably be the same.

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke. "What's the retreat plan?"

“The cargo ship will leave from the sea. As long as we can get to the dock smoothly and on time, it will be fine,” Jason-Bourne said, then asked Ding Ze, “Mr. Ding, what do you say?”

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pondered silently for a moment, then smiled. "The first plan won't work, because the Isfahan government already knows my methods of killing."

"If the same thing happens here again, I think we will have to face not just a few hundred people, but thousands."

"Let's take the second option; we'll rescue people on the way."

"Besides, after rescuing the person, how do you get to the dock by car? Can't you get a helicopter?"

Jason-Bourne shook his head. "We can get helicopters, but with so many of you, we'd need at least four, which would be difficult to manage, especially since this is Iran."

Ok.

This godforsaken place is troublesome no matter what you do.

“Alright, let’s go with the second option. You handle the details, and we’ll take care of the rescue,” Ding Ze said.

Jason Bourne nodded. "Okay."

Jason Bourne responded without saying anything more, put away the map, and quickly left to discuss the details with the CIA personnel who were somewhere in the factory.

Time flies.

Before you know it, it's noon.

Jason Bourne's reappearance explained the situation.

The biggest uncertainty in the entire operation was that they couldn't be sure where the undercover agent would be transferred until the agent was moved.

Ding Ze laughed, "We have Ida Hassan, can't we just make them move along the route we want?"

Jason Bourne heard this, looked at Ida Hassan who was standing not far away, and asked, "You can do it?"

Ida Hassan smiled confidently, “Of course, it’s easy.”

Jason Bourne smiled and said, "Okay."

It didn't take long for everyone to discuss and decide on the route, the best rescue point, the evacuation route, and other details.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Everything is ready; we're just waiting to move out after dark.

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it's dark.

The group quickly got equipped, left the factory, got into their vehicles, and dispersed to head towards the rescue point in different directions. Afterward, they quietly took cover.

Jason Bourne and Ding Ze acted together.

The other CIA agents went to the place where the undercover agent was being held.

Everything is proceeding smoothly and in an orderly manner.

It was past nine o'clock at night.

Thanks to the CIA agents and Ida Hassan's actions, the undercover agent was urgently transferred, just as Ding Ze and his gang had hoped.

One after another, military off-road vehicles, though outdated, still imposing, drove off.

Ida Hassan had long since taken control of the traffic system. He could easily change the traffic lights through the surveillance cameras, planning routes for the special police and the police cars that had already been dispatched.

Time passed by, second by second.

About fifteen minutes later.