Chapter 1379
Suspicious Background
Chapter 1379 Suspicious Background
"Have you found the information?" Song Heping asked.
“Just received it, boss.” Henry’s voice was tense and low. “I got some different information through an old friend in MI6. Mysore’s story might not be what you told me before.”
"Explain it more clearly," Song Heping said, intrigued.
“McSoor was very pro-American during his time in the United States, but the key turning point was 2014.”
Henry continued in a low voice, "The civil war in Syria was raging at the time, and the United States wanted to overthrow the Hafez regime. According to declassified documents, the CIA recruited Masour in March 2014, giving him a new identity and mission."
Song Heping's breathing paused slightly. "What mission?"
"Let him return to the university in Iligo to teach, and then infiltrate the 1515 organization as a religious convert, using his chemical expertise to manufacture chemical weapons for 1515. But this is not to help 1515. The original plan was to use these chemical weapons on the battlefield, and then have them filmed by organizations such as the 'White Helmets' to frame the Cyrian government forces and create a pretext for military intervention."
Song Heping felt a chill run down his spine.
This explains why Lamont skipped the 2013-2014 period.
"Maseul agreed?"
“He initially agreed. At the time, he was dissatisfied with the Hafez regime and believed that the United States was the savior of democracy.”
Henry continued, "But things went wrong. According to reliable intelligence, after spending more than a year in 1515, Mesour really did convert, well... he disappeared and cut off all contact with the CIA."
"Does that mean... he betrayed us?"
“It’s almost certain,” Henry said. “After cutting off all contact with the CIA in early 2016, he truly became Baghdadi’s confidant. Worse still, he knew all the details of the entire frame-up plot, how the CIA planned it, how the White Helmets cooperated, and how the Western media hyped it up. These were all bargaining chips that could be used for blackmail.”
Song Heping looked out the window.
A Humvee drove out of the base, and the machine gunner on the roof looked around warily.
Now he understands.
This is not a manhunt for the messenger; it's a cover-up.
It's not about finding Bakdadi at all.
The goal is to ensure that Maisul will never be able to speak again.
"The Americans have consistently accused the Hafez regime of using chemical weapons on the international stage. If Mesour is captured alive and these details are revealed..."
Song Heping thoughtfully considered the significance behind this intelligence.
“That would be a diplomatic disaster. Not just the CIA, but the entire U.S. Middle East policy would be questioned.” Henry continued, “So what Duke said about ‘killing if necessary’—that’s not an alternative, it’s very likely the primary option.”
He paused, then asked, "Is there any other evidence?"
"There are photos. Photos of Mesour meeting with a CIA contact in Turkey in April 2014. There are also records of money transfers from Swiss accounts to Mesour's family accounts, which continued until the end of 2015."
Henry paused for a moment: "Boss, this is a very deep pool. The secrets that Maisour knows are enough to bring down many people."
Song Heping remained silent.
He now understood the flicker in Lamont's eyes during the briefing, and why the process of Mesour's transformation was downplayed.
This is not a lack of intelligence, but a deliberate concealment.
“Keep investigating,” he concluded. “Especially the current situation of Masour’s family, and where he might be hiding. Use all available resources.”
“Understood. Boss, you also need to be extra careful. What if the Americans find out you're investigating these things…”
"I know."
After hanging up the phone, Song Heping stood by the window for a long time.
Night had completely fallen, and the base's searchlights were turned on, beams of light piercing the darkness and sweeping across the ruins.
The sniper on the rooftop was changing shifts; he heard faint footsteps and the metallic clang of weapons clashing.
There was a knock on the door, three times, a pause, then two more knocks.
Milos's code.
"Come in."
Milos came in with a cup of coffee and closed the door behind him.
He didn't speak, but asked with his eyes.
Song Heping nodded, then made a "safe" gesture.
Milos nodded and placed the coffee on the table: "The deployment plan is ready. The entire battalion will be divided into twenty detachments, each with 20 men, covering all designated routes. We will depart before dawn."
"Okay," Song Heping said. "You'll be in charge of the operation. Contact me anytime."
“No problem,” Milos said. “But there’s one issue that needs to be confirmed. If the target is spotted, according to the Americans, can it be shot and killed?”
Song Heping shook his head: "No. If we find Maisuer, we should try to capture him alive. If the situation becomes critical, we should at least spare his life."
"Why? Duke's orders are very clear."
“Because something’s not right.” Song Heping lowered his voice: “Maisour has a secret, and we need him alive to find out. Remember when carrying out orders: capture him alive is the priority.”
Milos's expression turned serious. "Understood. I will pass it on."
After he left, Song Heping's phone rang again.
This time it's Jiang Feng.
“Boss, the situation in Titrick is complicated.” Jiang Feng’s voice sounded tired, with mechanical noise in the background: “When we were clearing that building, we found a hidden room in the basement. The door was blown down, but we dug it open.”
"What did you find?"
"Most of the documents were burned, but a few pages remained." Jiang Feng paused, followed by the sound of pages turning. "Chemical formulas, experimental records, and some incomprehensible symbols. The team's chemical expert looked at them and said it looked like they were developing a new type of nerve agent, but the formula was incomplete and lacked a key catalyst."
"What else?"
"This," Jiang Feng sent a picture.
Song Heping zooms in on the image.
It was a half-burnt badge, the metal edges melted and deformed, but the central design was still recognizable.
An eagle clutches an olive branch and arrows, below which is the Latin inscription "E Pluribus Unum". The official emblem of the United States State Department.
"Are you sure it was found at the scene?"
“One hundred percent. Buried under a pile of rubble, it would be impossible to find without a metal detector,” Jiang Feng said. “I’ve already hidden it away and made sure the Ilgarian military didn’t see it.”
"You did the right thing," Song Heping praised. "Any other discoveries?"
“There’s a diary that was half burned, written in Arabic. Our people are working hard to recover it, but so far we can only make out a few words.” Jiang Feng read aloud: “'Agreement,' 'betrayal,' 'revenge,' 'the serpent’s lair.' There are also some numbers, like coordinates, but we haven’t cracked them yet.”
"Send me the coordinates. Continue to restore that diary, using all available methods."
"clear."
"Clean up all traces." Song Heping pressed on again: "Especially that badge and those fragments, hide them all and take them back."
After hanging up the phone, Song Heping paced back and forth in the room.
The fragments began to come together, but the resulting pattern was unsettling.
CIA recruits Mesour for a frame-up operation, Mesour defectes, Americans now want to silence him, State Department badge appears in chemical weapons lab...
If his guess is correct, then this is not just an operation to hunt down terrorists, but a purge involving high-level secrets.
Maisul knows too much.
On chemical weapons, on the frame-up plot, on the covert U.S. operations in Syria.
Now everyone wants him.
Live to see people, die to see corpses.
At 2 a.m., Song Heping still couldn't fall asleep.
He opened his laptop, connected to an encrypted network, and began searching for reports related to the 2014 chemical weapons attack in Syria.
Western media almost unanimously accused the Syrian government, citing videos and photos from the "White Helmets" organization as evidence.
However, reports from some independent investigative bodies have raised questions, pointing to inconsistencies at the attack site and discrepancies between the types of chemical weapons and those in the government forces' stockpile.
Song Heping found key details in a UN investigation report that had been ignored by mainstream media.
In a sarin gas attack in northern Syria in 2015, the symptoms of the victims differed slightly from the known characteristics of sarin poisoning.
The report cautiously stated, "The possibility that a modified formulation or mixture was used in the attack cannot be ruled out."
Improved formula.
This is exactly what a chemical expert like Messour can provide.
The sound of an engine starting could be heard outside the window.
Song Heping walked to the window and saw that Delta Force was preparing to depart.
Three modified MRAP (Mine Resistant Ambush Protected) vehicles drove out of the industrial area, without using headlights and relying solely on night vision equipment.
The convoy disappeared into the night, like ghosts swallowed by darkness.
Major General Duke stood at the building entrance, watching the convoy depart.
Then he looked up and stared precisely at Song Heping's window.
Song Heping did not look away.
He nodded slightly to the other person.
Duke nodded slightly as well, then turned and went into the building.
He turned off the computer and lay down on the cot.
The mattress is very thin; you can feel the springs underneath.
There was a long crack in the ceiling, stretching from the corner to the center, like a front line marked on a map.
An explosion could be heard in the distance, not from a firefight, but from a deeper, more muffled roar.
It could be a car bomb or an improvised rocket.
The nights in Mosul are never peaceful.
Song Heping closed his eyes, but remained in a semi-conscious state.
This is the battlefield sleep technique: the body rests while the mind remains alert.
He heard footsteps in the corridor, snippets of conversation in the stairwell, and the changing of the guard command in the distance.
Then, at 3:17 a.m., he heard an unusual sound.
It was so light that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind.
It was the sound of metal rubbing together, coming from the ceiling ventilation ducts.
He kept his breathing steady and opened his eyes a crack.
He slowly moved his hand under the pillow and grasped the grip of the Glock 19.
The vent grille was gently pushed open, and a small black object fell silently onto the carpet. It was a USB flash drive, wrapped in tape.
The grille closed again, and the sound of footsteps faded into the distance within the pipes, disappearing into the depths of the building.
Song Heping paused for five minutes, then got up and picked up the USB drive.
A line of small print was written on it in marker: "You'll definitely be interested."
Looking at the back, there's a line of numbers written on it.
He plugged in the USB drive, and the computer recognized an encrypted folder.
Password hint - Please enter the correct password.
Song Heping thought for a moment, took the piece of paper, and entered the numbers on it.
The folder is open.
It contains only scanned documents.
CIA internal memos, action plans, communications records, and photographs.
He glanced through the pages quickly, his heart pounding.
Memorandum title: "Approval document for Operation 'The Seeder'".
Launch date: June 3, 2013.
Synopsis: Recruit and infiltrate chemical experts into the 1515 organization to assist in developing chemical weapons capabilities and orchestrate attacks that can be attributed to the Sirian government forces.
Operation leader: H. Deans.
Approving authority: Middle East Special Operations Committee.
In the final approval section, Song Heping saw a familiar name—Vincent Crawford.
"Ok?"
He was a little surprised.
That was the former CIA director, Simon's old boss.
Scroll down, and you'll see a few more names.
But one name made Song Heping's pupils dilate—Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton.
"Fuck me!"
He couldn't help but exclaim inwardly.
That woman!
Song Heping was no stranger to her.
Former Secretary of State.
Look at the start time of the mission; it was just one month before she stepped down.
The action plan details the time, location, and types of weapons to be used for the three operations.
One of the annotations stated: "Live video was provided by the White Helmets organization to ensure international media coverage."
Communications log: Encrypted communications between Masour and his CIA contact.
In a message from June 2015, Masour wrote: “Yesterday’s attack killed 47 children. This is not what we agreed to. I am quitting.”
Reply: "After you complete your final mission, we will arrange your evacuation."
The last mission was on August 21, 2015.
Location: Suburbs of Damascus.
That was the incident widely reported by Western media as "the Syrian government forces using chemical weapons."
Photo: Maisur shakes hands with Lamont at the Turkish safe house.
Date: April 2014.
There's another one: Mesour in the lab, surrounded by equipment provided by the CIA.
The label on the box was clearly visible: "United States Army Chemical Materials Bureau".
The last document made Song Heping hold his breath.
It was a threat assessment report dated January 2016: "The asset 'Chemist' is out of control and has full details of 'Sower' operations. Extreme measures are recommended to eliminate the risk."
The suggestions section includes options such as "Accidents", "Battlefield Kills", and "Permanent Detention".
The final choice is circled: Battlefield kill.
Approval signature: Major General Duke.
Song Heping copied the file, compressed it, and sent it directly to Henry. Then he picked up his phone and asked Henry to keep the information confidential.
Afterwards, he pulled out the USB drive, went into the bathroom, and burned it with a lighter.
The plastic melted, emitting a pungent odor.
He flushed the ashes down the toilet and sat back down on the bed.
Now he knows the truth.
Messour is a monster created by the CIA, and now they're going to destroy the evidence.
But he was hired by these guys to help carry out this cover-up.
But who just threw the USB drive into their room?
It must be someone from within the base, and someone of a high rank.
What is his motive for providing himself with these things?
"This is really a headache..."
Even someone as intelligent as Song Heping couldn't help but scratch his head at this moment.
It seems that the person who provided this information probably wanted to know the truth behind the operation.
Moreover, he knew that once he obtained these things, he wouldn't be content to be someone else's pawn, and he would definitely take action.
Who is he?
If this person wants to bring down those big shots who were ultimately approved on the action list, why not just publish these documents directly?
If you just throw it out on the dark web, the media will naturally notice it and make a big deal out of it.
Should it be entrusted to oneself?
What are you doing?
Suddenly, he remembered something, picked up his smartphone, opened it, and logged into the website.
Soon, he saw the picture above.
That's right, it's an election year!
FUCK!
This is a political game.
The other party provided the information to me, not because he couldn't disclose it, but because it was just information and lacked concrete evidence.
What he wants is Mesour.
Maisul is a living testimonial.
The rest are all documents, and if Maisul dies, these documents will be completely unverifiable.
But what if Masour were still alive...?
Ha ha.
That's a much bigger issue.
Who wants Maisul to die?
Who would want to use their own hands to keep him alive?
Time slipped away unnoticed as I pondered these thoughts.
The sky outside the window began to lighten, the darkness before dawn was at its deepest.
Milos's troops are about to set out, spreading out along the border to find someone who knows they are about to be silenced.
Meanwhile, Delta Force is heading to Buddy to capture a teacher who knows the secret.
Song Heping had a premonition that things wouldn't go smoothly.
He stood up and began to check the equipment.
Handguns, daggers, bulletproof vests, communication equipment, night vision goggles, and first aid kits.
Each item is carefully inspected to ensure it is in optimal condition.
Then he sat down at the table and began to write a letter.
It wasn't an electronic document, but handwritten, using secret codes.
If something happens to you, this letter will be delivered to the designated person.
After he finished writing, he hid the letter in the lining of his belt.
As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the sand and dust, shining into the room.
A new day begins.
The hunt continues.
But in this game, the line between hunter and prey is becoming blurred.
Everyone is tracking others, and everyone is being tracked.
The truth, however, is like a mirage in the desert—it appears clear, yet it can never be touched.
Song Heping pushed open the door and headed towards the stairs.
People were already walking in the corridor, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and fried bacon.
An ordinary day begins in an extraordinary place.
He walked down the stairs, each step firm and vigilant.
Outside the building, Milos was assembling his troops; engines roared, soldiers checked their equipment, and talked in hushed tones.
War never ceases; it merely takes on different forms and continues in different places. This time, the battlefield is not just deserts and ruins, but also a more dangerous realm—a land shrouded in the shadows of secrets, lies, and betrayal.
Song Heping took a deep breath and stepped into the morning light.
The exciting stage has begun.
Next, who will be the prey?
Who is the hunter?
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