At the sa ti.
All the embassies stationed in Myanmar received a public notice, which was brief, as the subsidies were all going to Myanmar enterprises, involving other countries only in the matter of ’Foreign Exchange Reserves’.
The notice emphasized.
This action.
Is mainly to promote economic developnt, reduce tax statistics costs, among other high-sounding phrases. This did not cause much stir or suspicion, and countries quickly accepted it.
Disagree?
That’s a joke.
What reason is there to oppose?
There’s no restriction on exchanging Asia Dollars for other countries’ currency, it’s rely an extra step, almost no cost. As for what Ling wants to do, they don’t care.
Non-Great Powers.
Don’t have the ti to think so much.
...
Naypyidaw.
U.S. embassy.
"What?"
Bluem saw the notice, utterly perplexed. Naturally, he didn’t believe what was written, he had thought Ling wanted to push Asia Dollar; this wasn’t surprising, since Ling had always been doing so, but this ti was different.
Urgent.
Too urgent.
The cost and the harvest don’t match at all. It must be Ling’s decision alone, by now, there’s no one in Myanmar who can overturn Ling’s power, if Ling wants to do sothing, there’s nothing they cannot achieve.
Frustrated.
That’s the feeling.
He, the newly appointed diplomat, had been here for a few months, gradually learning to be a ’salted fish’. At this mont, he deeply understood the helplessness of his predecessor Annesley, Annesley wasn’t incompetent.
The opponent was too strong.
Almost with no weaknesses.
Money.
Ling is rich enough to rival a nation.
Authority.
Ling is at the top of their field.
Now.
Ling in Myanmar is impossible to find an opponent even with a telescope, typically in such elective countries, you can stir up second or third in command, even the military, to counter those not aligned with the United States.
However.
His predecessor and he proved with facts.
This trick doesn’t work in Myanmar.
No.
It’s not usable at all. Every high-level person who had close contact with them quickly cut ties, avoiding any private etings as if seeing plagues.
This makes his work difficult.
At this mont.
Thinking of another thing, Bluem felt like swearing.
Damn.
Professional agents trained, your ass, this morning received a call again from Burse Security Departnt, asking him to bring docunts to identify, saying they’d accidentally caught five CIA mbers.
Once identified.
If not serious, they can be taken away, but banned for life from entering.
In the few months since arriving.
Went for ID at least eight tis, Bluem felt he had lost face, but fortunately, never serious, after all, agents’ task was primarily intelligence, not disruption.
As for tax reduction.
Bluem now doesn’t care at all.
Upset mood.
After identifying.
At night, went to the consulate to have tea with UK embassy’s Annesley, who also went salty long ago.
Habit.
It’s truly a great power.
...
Four-thirty.
Bluem went to Naypyidaw’s outskirts—Security Departnt detention center, after multiple checkpoints, the car went inside, Bluem wanted to laugh, the Myanmar official institution he visited most, turned out to be this.
So ironic.
Could there be anything more absurd?
Beside.
Was the embassy’s CIA stationed representative; every embassy had one, now calmly looking outside the window, used to it. He had been doing this job during Annesley’s days.
Therefore.
Number of visits exceeded thirty.
Likewise.
Angry inside.
Angry at their own people for not being strong. The people trained with effort, elite, were being caught like mice, all lifted out, placed on the table, they had to co identify themselves.
Also angry at the opponent’s strength.
Frankly.
Could you give CIA so dignity; we are not finding it easy either.
"Hey, that mango tree is ripe."
"Really ha."
"Wonder how it tastes."
"Should be fine."
"That banana tree should be picked soon."
"Yeah."
"..."
At this point.
The two exchanged glances, both bitterly smiled.
Paralysis.
Visited too many tis, rembered what kind of fruits the trees had, whether to cry or laugh hysterically, after so many visits, they actually found it sowhat pleasant.
No way.
We are opponents.
"Hey, how many people this ti?"
"Five."
"What were they doing?"
"Software."
"How long did they stay?"
"Arrived the night before yesterday."
"..."
Bluem deeply sighed, can’t you persist one more day? Arrived the night before yesterday, had a sleep, likely caught yesterday, interrogated, contacted him this morning, probably so.
Hell.
One day.
Couldn’t last one single day, why co? Myanmar one-day tour? Plus, travel route is interesting, airport---hotel---detention center---airport. Have so professionalism, right?
Two minutes later.
A giant concrete building.
High walls.
High-pressure defense nets.
Nurous soldiers.
From outside, looks intimidating, once inside, with multiple checkpoints, Bluem knew that breakout was nearly impossible, as the detained are under more than ten ters underground.
No way.
A movie is a movie after all.
"Please."
"Okay."
Without extra words, took the elevator down three floors, first visit assud it’d be dark and damp, but reality showed it wasn’t like an underground detention center.
Clean.
Warm.
Air was fresh.
Soon.
t the five people.
"Are they your people?"
"Yes."
The representative weakly responded.
"Alright, sign here." The detention center supervisor handed over an agreent, the content was simple, acknowledging as Aricans, engaging in harmful internet activities without causing harm.
Special pardon.
anwhile.
These five will be permanently restricted from entry.
"Okay."
The representative signed the na, not a word on the docunt ntioned CIA, agent, intelligence, only stated these Arican citizens had behavior harming online safety during their stay in Myanmar.
No true falling out.
Otherwise.
The representative wouldn’t dare sign, even if announced, the United States could say it was ensuring protection for a few ’technology enthusiasts’ Arican citizens, justifying the release guarantee, being righteous.
Only.
No face-saving.
After signing.
"When to leave, arrange yourselves." The supervisor stated.
"Okay."
The representative nodded.
These people would be deported back to their country, but they’d bear the cost of deportation; how to return is arranged by the U.S., Myanmar will escort them to the exit, like the airport.
Of course.
Before leaving.
Each person’s $100,000 ’guarantee’ fee.
Not a cent less.
"Goodbye."
Bluem said.
"I hope not to see you again." The supervisor twisted his lips.
"..."
Bluem also hoped not to co again, but knew, the United States isn’t a country that easily gives up, the CIA got frustrated here, they definitely wouldn’t stop, eting again is certain.
Afterwards.
The two left the detention center.
"Frankly, is your CIA out of people?"
On the road.
Bluem couldn’t help complaining.
"..."
The representative was at a loss for words.
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