"The fun is going to be big!"
It was the first time that Long Zhan saw Jason get so angry. Commander Eric was so frightened that he immediately blamed him, and at the same time he had to sigh.
The first sergeant major is a bull!
And Jason was indeed very fierce. He didn't even take off his equipment and went straight to the CIA's Afghanistan headquarters office in Larkin.
"The actions of a battalion-level task force actually made him change his mind and allow me to authorize the attack..."
"Bang~"
Bertin, the CIA's top leader in Afghanistan, was drinking a small beer and talking proudly to his deputy about stopping this operation. As a result, the door was kicked open from the outside.
Jason, wearing a heavy combat vest, rushed in angrily, pointed at Belding's nose and asked: "Why did you cancel my operation?"
"What? I don't understand what you mean?" Belding was still pretending to be dumbfounded.
Jason would not give him face. He walked over and slapped the desk, making the pens and folders on the desk jump.
He yelled: "I took 20 people on the helicopter and the high-value target has been locked. Why did you unilaterally cancel the operation?"
"Gentlemen, this is Master Chief Jason Hayes, an outstanding assaulter. Just like the goal he showed just now, he is powerful and ferocious. It's a pity that the money for damage to public property will be deducted from your salary."
Belding was not afraid of the angry Jason at all, and was still laughing and chatting leisurely.
The two deputies who were also in the office were frightened by Jason's terrifying aura. They stood up nervously and leaned aside carefully.
They looked worried that Jason would turn into a violent orc and catch them and beat them up.
Jason leaned over and stared at Belding, and said in a low tone: "Don't talk to me in this tone. People like you are not qualified."
"Calm down, Master Chief!"
Belding felt Jason's anger. Although his expression still looked calm, the smile on his face had faded.
"You want me to calm down?"
Jason's hand on the table swept left and right, and all the files, including the laptop, were swept to the ground like garbage.
Ding-ding-ding, rolling all over the floor.
"Gentlemen, please go out first and remember to close the door."
Belding realized the seriousness and asked the two adjutants in the office to go out first, and put down the beer bottles he had been holding.
He said expressionlessly: "I gave the order to cancel the operation, but the decision was actually made by the Joint Special Operations Command.
I can also tell you the reason very clearly, because the high-value target you want to arrest is a protected senior informant.
The Joint Operations Command had no direct evidence to support it and could only temporarily cancel the operation. "
"You said the CIA was protecting Ganny?" Jason felt like he was hearing fantasy.
"Not us," Belding said.
"Who is that?" Jason pressed.
"DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration)."
"DEA?"
Jason smiled, a ridiculous smile: "The Drug Enforcement Administration let the most brutal killer in eastern Afghanistan and one of the world's largest drug traffickers serve as an informant. Are they crazy, or is the world crazy?"
"Gunny proved himself valuable, so he became an informant," Belding explained.
"valuable?"
Jason was completely speechless and said sarcastically: "Are you using us to get rid of your opponents? Or is Team E's sacrifice also part of your plan?"
"You should understand that you have no right to know this." Belding used the confidentiality agreement as an excuse.
"Bang~"
Jason kicked the desk, causing the solid wood desk to almost tilt.
“Moussa Ganin killed six Level 1 combatants, six of my brothers, and those were my brothers, and you told me I couldn’t arrest him because he was a DEA informant. Do you think that’s reasonable? "
Every cell in Jason's body was radiating anger, and he couldn't understand what was going on in the minds of these people who sat in the office and gave advice every day.
Is the life of a first-level combatant so unbearable in their eyes?
"I understand the seriousness of this matter. Their sacrifice is a huge irreparable loss not only for you, but also for the entire war zone. But there are people who want to protect Ganni, and there is nothing I can do."
Belding told the truth this time and was not prevaricating like before.
Even as the top person in charge of Afghanistan, he is only a CIA employee, and he has no control over political matters.
To the political elite who stood above him, he was just as much a pawn at the bottom as Jason.
Jason realized that this matter was very deep. It was useless to use Belding in front of him. He tried to control his anger and said: "No, you can do some things, such as approving my action plan."
"I can't support you based on your speculation..."
"It's not a guess..."
"I know!"
The two interrupted each other while arguing, and Belding said seriously: "I know that the Insu farm burned by Team E belongs to Ganni, and I know that the money hidden on that farm was used to hire a gang of killers.
But is this enough? Not enough, not enough to catch the DEA's most senior informant in the country.
Let me tell you, Jason, I need more direct and strong evidence before I can help you get the Drug Enforcement Administration to give up its protection of Ganny. "
Belding has revealed all his background and made it clear that this matter can only be done this way.
On one side is the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration, which has a huge system and power around the world, and on the other side is DEVGRU, the only one in the United States with combat privileges.
As a CIA executive, Belding could neither offend nor help either.
And Jason knew what the Drug Enforcement Administration was, and it was clear that the culprit for the cancellation of this mission was not the CIA but the Drug Enforcement Administration.
Realizing that there was no point in continuing, there was no way the CIA could offend the DEA to help him.
"It's admirable that you stick to your principles so much, you coward."
Jason was angry and helpless, leaving a mocking comment, slamming the door and leaving.
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