Spy Wars: I have space, but I choose to work alone

Ma Liang's words made Colonel Johnson feel a little embarrassed, and he could only smile awkwardly.

"Cough cough~"

Ma Liang cleared his throat and asked unhappily:

"Where was I just now? I forgot about it when you interrupted me."

Colonel Johnson didn't dare to say anything at this time. He realized that no matter whether this Jason Bourne was driving or talking, he always held the gun in his right hand.

"I remember now. China is an agricultural country. The food pressure in the southwest is very high. China is preparing to solve the food shortage by hunting and cultivating wasteland."

"We are in urgent need of a batch of 7.92mm single-shot hunting rifles and bullets, as well as explosives for reclaiming wasteland. We are short of oxen, so China is preparing to import a batch of crawler tillers. We are also learning from our American big brother to spray pesticides with airplanes and introducing a batch of "pesticide-spreading" airplanes. Of course, in order to facilitate contact with the people reclaiming wasteland in the mountains, we are also preparing to introduce a batch of civilian radio communication equipment..."

"Well, for international aid and humanitarian concerns, America can send a group of volunteers to China to help the Chinese people open up wasteland and hunt! This is a common international practice. What can we say?"

Johnson was a little dazed as he listened to Ma Liang packaging one "shameless" request after another as "legitimate reasons" in various ways.

"Why does it sound reasonable?"

After a while, he came back to his senses. This shameless old agent said awkwardly:

"Is this okay? Isn't it too shameless?"

Ma Liang shook his head firmly and thought:

"This is just the beginning. If you knew how much the five major gangsters on Blue Star went through to sell arms in later generations, you would be so surprised that your heart would not be able to bear it."

It was only because isolationism was too prevalent in America at that time, otherwise Ma Liang would have had a more exciting idea.

For example: We have been fighting against pirates for 16 years (there are pirates in the strait, right? I will help you to fight them, starting from ten years!)

Found laundry detergent in your house (this little thing is real! That’s all! Die! War criminal against humanity!), international peacekeeping...

But in the end, Johnson had to admit that what Ma Liang said made some sense, but was somewhat immoral.

"I will report your idea to my superiors. I can't make the decision on such a big matter. It will take some time." Colonel Johnson finally compromised.

Ma Liang nodded indifferently.

Colonel Johnson saw that he had reached a preliminary cooperation intention with Ma Liang. He was also curious about Ma Liang's background. He held back for a moment and asked tentatively:

"Mr. Jason, would you mind telling me what organization you belong to? Of course, it's OK if you don't want to tell me. I'm just curious about what kind of organization can cultivate talents like you."

Ma Liang hesitated for a moment, thinking that since there is already a Yaksha organization in the country, why not set up a mysterious organization to scare these foreigners and make them afraid to do anything to him?

Just like this time, in order to connect with Colonel Johnson who was already wary and prepared, Ma Liang secretly used various means to monitor Johnson for almost ten days.

If it were so troublesome to meet people every time, Ma Liang would be exhausted to death.

After thinking for a while, Ma Liang turned to Johnson and said solemnly:

"Of course. In order for us to reach a cooperation, I can tell you that I come from an international organization called World Police. The goal of our organization is to maintain world peace."

Hearing this obviously fake name of the organization, Colonel Johnson's face was filled with:

Do you think I'm stupid?

I believe this kind of lie?

Do you really think I'm a fool?

Even if you said you were from the Military Control Commission of the Celestial Empire, I would believe you 30%. But now you tell me you are from the world police organization, and your goal is to maintain world peace?

However, the situation was stronger than the person, and Colonel Johnson, who needed help, did not dare to say it in person. He just nodded in a serious manner and praised against his will:

"Your organization's goals are truly ambitious! I admire them!"

Ma Liang did not explain either. He thought that making up a high-sounding organization for himself would better explain the source of the top-secret information in his hands.

After the two confirmed the other details of the transaction, just when Colonel Johnson wanted to discuss the location and method of the next meeting with Ma Liang, Ma Liang stopped the car and said to Colonel Johnson with an apologetic look:

"I'm sorry, Colonel Johnson, I've delayed your leisure time tonight. Please get off the car!"

Colonel Johnson wanted to say something, but Ma Liang had already raised the pistol in his hand and flicked it, so Colonel Johnson had no choice but to get out of the car obediently.

Before Colonel Johnson could say anything after getting out of the car, Ma Liang drove away quickly into the night.

"Fake!"

Colonel Johnson, who was abandoned on the roadside, was about to kick a street lamp in anger. Just as he stretched out his foot, a gentle female voice in not very fluent English sounded behind him:

"Honey, why did you come so late today? I've already heated up my food several times!"

"As soon as I heard the car, I knew you were coming!"

When Colonel Johnson heard this voice, which used to make him forget his troubles, it was like being struck by lightning, and he froze in place.

He looked back in disbelief, and then he realized through the dim street lights that he was standing at the door of Elena, a poor White Russian aristocratic woman whom he had settled and supported.

"Honey, why do you look so bad? Do you need to rest?" Young woman Elena looked at her sponsor with concern.

But at this time, Colonel Johnson had no intention of paying attention to the young woman Elena. There was only endless fear in his heart.

He remembered Ma Liang's last words:

"I'm sorry, Colonel Johnson, for interrupting your leisure time tonight!"

Johnson purchased this place secretly in the name of the young woman Elena without telling anyone, and he only comes here once every Saturday night.

Only he knew this secret. Every time he came, Colonel Johnson would do a good job of concealment. He usually came at seven or eight o'clock in the evening and left at five or six o'clock in the morning.

It is certain that no one knows about this place.

"How did he know? Not only did he know the location of this place, he even knew that today was the day for me to come here."

Colonel Johnson no longer had the arrogance of the richest country at that time, and he fell into deep self-doubt.

“Is there really a powerful intelligence organization called the World Police?”

After hesitating for a few minutes, Johnson sent the young woman Elena into the house first, and he went into the room and picked up the phone.

In less than 30 minutes, four cars braked suddenly and stopped at the door, and a dozen strong young men and women rushed into the house with pistols.

Finally, under the escort of his men, Colonel Johnson arrived at a secret safe house that had never been activated, started to activate the radio, and began to report to the headquarters on the latest developments of the transaction with Jason Bourne.

Ma Liang also began to guide the national government to increase borrowing and raise interest rates, so as to seize the precious window period from 39 to 41 as much as possible and enhance its own strength as much as possible.