"Third."
Du Er suddenly stood up, placing his hands on the table, leaning forward, creating a great sense of pressure: "Once assembled, you will personally deliver the ultimatum to 'Musician Defense'! Give them 48 hours to disarm, evacuate all mining areas and military bases! Surrender all illegally held heavy weapons and equipnt! If..."
A fierce light flashed in Du Er's eyes, "If they dare to resist, even fire a single shot! I authorize you, General Lumar, to use all necessary force to completely annihilate them! No survivors! I want everyone to know who is the true ruler on Sena's land!"
"Yes! Mr. President! Total annihilation! No survivors!"
Lumar's voice was powerful, carrying the unique coldness of a soldier and the excitent of impending slaughter.
"But assembling so many troops takes ti."
"How long?" Du Er asked.
Lumar thought for a mont, then provided a ti: "Four days, it will take four days!"
"Alright, four days it is. After four days, I want to see the designated troops reach their predetermined positions!"
He stood at attention again, saluted, then turned and strode out of the office to carry out the bloodstained order.
"Yes! Mr. President!"
Lumar replied with great confidence: "I guarantee tily arrival at the designated location!"
After speaking, he turned and left.
The office returned to silence, leaving only Du Er's heavy breathing and Weber's rhythmically reassuring tapping fingertips.
"Mr. Weber."
Du Er sat down again, his voice carrying a hint of unnoticeable guilt: "I hope your 'eyes' are always watching. I don't want any surprises."
"Rest assured, Mr. President."
Weber adjusted his gold-rimd glasses, and the blue light behind the lenses flickered briefly, "We are a top intelligence agency, and every move of 'Musician Defense' is under our scrutiny. Any disturbance, you will know imdiately."
He stood up, tidied the flawless hem of his suit, then smiled: "Victory will surely belong to Sena, to you."
Almost simultaneously as Lumar left the presidential office with murderous intent, across the ocean, in Langley City, Virginia, on the top floor of the CIA Headquarters.
The newly appointed Deputy Director Simon stood in front of Director Vincent's spacious desk, striving to make his expression appear calm and professional, but his slightly clenched knuckles and slightly fast speaking speed betrayed his inner tension.
"Director, this is the latest situation summarized by our Africa division."
Simon gently placed a thin, "confidential" brief on the smooth desk in front of Vincent.
"Comprehensive signals intelligence (SIGINT) and limited human intelligence (HUMINT) show that the new president of the Sen Republic, Du Er, under the instigation of MI6 senior adviser Weber, is secretly mobilizing his elite forces to gather at the northern mining area controlled by 'Musician Defense'. The scale of this mobilization is not small, with Special Forces participating, and the operation is quite covert."
Vincent leaned back slightly against the spacious leather chair, his hands crossed over his abdon, not imdiately reaching for the docunt.
His sharp gray eyes calmly observed Simon, as if weighing the weight of his words.
"The British finally couldn't hold back?"
Vincent's voice was deep and steady, giving no hint of emotion.
"Trying to pluck the ripe fruit of 'Musician'? The legacy left by the allegedly deceased Song Heping?"
"Yes, Director."
Simon quickly responded, his tone carrying a touch of deliberate analytical emphasis: "The British evidently believe that after Song Heping's death, 'Musician Defense' has fallen into a leaderless state, making it the best ti to strike. They want to use Du Er to completely eliminate 'Musician's' influence in Sena, monopolize the economic benefits of Sena's minerals. anwhile, Du Er also wants to use this opportunity to establish his authority, consolidating his position gained through a coup."
He paused, observing Vincent's reaction, then cautiously added: "Interestingly, it seems 'Musician Defense' has also sensed the danger. We have monitored unusual activity at several secret logistics transit points near the Northern Darfur and Sena border, with frequent personnel movents, as if they are fortifying positions and stockpiling supplies. It seems a direct confrontation between these two sides is inevitable."
Vincent's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, a habitual action when he was thinking.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly spoke: "The British... and a grudge with a group of rcenaries."
A slight twitch seed to pull at the corner of his mouth, forming a sardonic arc: "Simon, do you think we should intervene?"
Simon's heart skipped a beat, a barely perceptible joy flashing in his eyes.
This was the question he had been waiting for.
"Director, I personally believe there is no need."
He answered decisively, making his explanation sound well-considered: "Firstly, this is essentially a private grievance between the British and 'Musician Defense', and an internal affair of the Sena New Governnt. Our forced intervention lacks legal and moral justification, which could easily trigger international controversy, especially strong backlash from London. Secondly..."
He deliberately emphasized his tone.
"Letting them fight is not a bad thing for us."
Vincent showed a satisfied smile.
Simon noticed this slight change and imdiately pressed his advantage: "In recent years, the British have been using the residual influence of the Commonwealth to actively operate in Africa, especially West Africa, trying to rebuild their sphere of influence, which inherently poses a potential challenge to our interests in Africa. If they trip over this hard bone of 'Musician' this ti, suffer losses, or even expose their intelligence and operational shortcomings in Africa... it will provide us with an excellent opportunity. We can intervene in the Sena situation to 'maintain regional stability', 'prevent humanitarian crises', 'combat illegal ard forces', and 'fight terrorism' for more legitimate reasons, thereby justifiably increasing our presence and influence in Sena and the entire West Africa region. This is much more profitable and honorable than directly intervening in a conflict unrelated to our core interests."
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