Chapter 1086 - 1084: Security Action Force
Lin Chuan was taken aback; he hadn't heard of this before.
Slyx continued, "The National Security Action Force reports directly to the president. It's a secretive organization, where members undergo rigorous training and then blend into various sectors of society as ordinary people. Their main responsibility is to safeguard national security."
Listening to this, Lin Chuan felt a bit dizzy. Logically, such a department and organization should fall under the National Security Action Force, but being directly under the president's orders, it was indeed mysterious.
"Isn't this pretty similar to the CIA agents?" Lin Chuan chuckled.
Slyx shook his head, saying, "Lin Chuan, you're mistaken. We're fundamentally different from CIA agents. Firstly, our status level is above that of agents, and secondly, we only take orders from the president."
Lin Chuan nodded slightly and said, "In that case, your organization should wield considerable power, right?"
Slyx shook his head again, saying, "We don't have much power, just like your Dark Soldier unit. We can only follow orders from the president and cannot overstep our boundaries."
Lin Chuan understood and said, "Ah, I see."
Slyx said, "Lin Chuan, now that you know my identity, I hope you won't easily reveal it to others."
Lin Chuan said, "Rest assured, I'm not the type to spill secrets. By the way, I have another question for you: how did you know I was part of the Dark Soldier unit?"
Slyx laughed heartily and said, "Every country's special forces have their unique training methods. I could tell from your attack style. For example, the famous Sea Lion Assault Team, when attacking, likes to use daggers, knives, and similar weapons, and they hold the knife in a special way, which is reverse grip. Your Chinese Dark Soldier unit is pretty similar to us; there are less than a hundred members, and you prefer not to use weapons when attacking."
Lin Chuan felt relieved; it turned out Slyx had deduced his membership from his attack style.
"What do you think about the Al-Qaeda members we attacked today?" Lin Chuan shifted the topic and looked at Slyx.
Slyx said, "From the situation of today's attack, the opponent is not an ordinary terrorist; they have a tight-knit organization, almost no different from a regular army. To completely eliminate them, you'd need to employ the military."
Lin Chuan nodded, indicating his agreement with Slyx's perspective.
Slyx continued, "Iraq's current situation is very chaotic, but it is still considered a sovereign nation. If other countries wanted to use military force to eliminate them, it would infringe on Iraq's sovereignty, so that's obviously impossible."
"According to you, as long as this group of Al-Qaeda members doesn't leave Iraq, there's no way to deal with them?" Lin Chuan mused.
Slyx said, "That's not to say there's no way. As long as the Iraqi government can deploy troops to eliminate these people, it would be justified."
Lin Chuan's mission to attack Al-Qaeda failed, a fact quickly learned by Everson. However, he did not get angry. Although Lin Chuan's mission failed, there were no casualties, so it was not much of a loss.
Everson called Lin Chuan personally, offered some words of comfort, and then asked if he had any other strategies to tackle these people.
Lin Chuan relayed Slyx's suggestion to Everson, who replied with a couple of "mm-hmms" and then fell silent.
After a night of rest at the Iraqi Embassy in the United States, the next day, just upon waking up, before even completing his wash-up, Lin Chuan suddenly heard a loud explosion. The building shook a few times, all the glass windows and doors shattered, making a cacophonous noise.
Before Lin Chuan could react to what had happened, followed by another explosion, the entire hallway was filled with thick smoke, the scene extremely chaotic.
Terrorist attack, Lin Chuan immediately realized, turning to run upwards.
As a member of the Dark Soldier unit, Lin Chuan knew that running downstairs at this moment could be fatal due to another potential explosion. Even without an explosion, the smoke from below is enough to suffocate.
As Lin Chuan ran up, he saw many people screaming and frantically running downstairs, so he couldn't help but stop them and shout, "Don't run to the ground floor, hurry up to the rooftop!"
However, at that moment, everyone was panicking, and no one heeded Lin Chuan's call. Seeing his call ineffective, Lin Chuan had no choice but to ignore them and run to the rooftop.
His life was important; there's no way he'd risk it for these American people.
Once he reached the rooftop, Lin Chuan saw, oh wow, some were even faster than him—the assault team members and Slyx were already standing on the rooftop.
After the second explosion, no more explosions followed. Lin Chuan stood on the rooftop, looking down. Below was chaos, many injured people screaming, and the scene extremely disorderly.
A few minutes later, the sound of sirens filled the air, and then he saw a dozen police cars arrive at the scene.
When the police arrived, it indicated that the danger had greatly diminished. Lin Chuan waved his hand and shouted to the assault team members, "Quick, follow me to rescue people."
Everyone followed Lin Chuan into the building, where the thick smoke was almost suffocating.
Lin Chuan led all the assault team members to search floor by floor from the top. By the fourth floor, they had already rescued a dozen injured people.
The further down they went, the thicker the smoke became. Lin Chuan noticed that among the dozen injured people, several were already unconscious. He immediately carried one on his back and shouted to the others, "Everyone, hold on, let's get these injured people out first."
After saying that, he ran down to the first floor with the unconscious injured person. Slyx also carried one and followed Lin Chuan, while the twenty assault team members behind each carried someone, regardless of whether they were injured or not, and quickly ran downstairs.
Once outside the embassy building, Lin Chuan immediately felt the suffocating sensation in his chest disappear, and he was a bit dizzy, so he quickly put down the injured person.
Within a minute, Slyx and all the assault team members rushed out of the building, and a few, slightly weaker in strength, collapsed onto the ground after putting down the people they were carrying.
An explosion occurred at the embassy gate, killing two soldiers guarding the entrance. The blast injured many passersby.
The second explosion happened approximately three minutes after the first. The explosion at the entrance caused extreme chaos at the scene, allowing someone to take advantage of the situation and trigger a second explosion inside the embassy building.
The ambassador of the Iraqi embassy in the United States, George, around fifty years old, walked over with a sooty face, shook Lin Chuan's hand, and gratefully said, "Thank you for helping to save many people."
Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Mr. Ambassador, there's no need to be so polite. It's the least we could do."
Far away in Washington, United States.
The night in Washington was not so bustling, and there weren't many pedestrians on Lincoln Street in the city center.
Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed across the sky from a mall in the center of the street, followed by dark red flames rising into the sky along with thick smoke. The shockwave shattered all the windows within dozens of meters, creating a spectacular scene.
Upon hearing the explosion, people around rushed out of their houses, causing the entire street to descend into chaos.
As the director of the CIA, Everson was accompanying his wife and playing with his darling grandson when the phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone, and upon hearing about the explosion on Lincoln Street, he dropped his grandson, hastily threw on some clothes, and walked out. Before he could reach the door, the phone rang again.
This call was from George, the ambassador of the Iraqi embassy in the U.S., informing Everson of the terrorist attack on the embassy.
Everson felt overwhelmed upon hearing this. Just as he put down the phone, it rang again, annoyingly.
"Everson, can you tell me what happened with the explosions on Lincoln Street and at the Iraqi embassy?" The call was from President Omama, who sounded displeased.
"Mr. President, I just received the news myself. I'm on my way to the scene," Everson explained.
On the phone, Omama's voice grew angry, "Your CIA is responsible for the national security. Now, two explosions have occurred in succession, and you didn't have any information on this?"
Everson didn't know how to respond to Omama, hesitating and unable to speak clearly.
Omama waited a moment without hearing Everson's response, and started losing his temper, "What's the CIA doing? Is the nation maintaining a bunch of useless officers? I want a clear investigation on this, and I need your report on my desk before the start of business tomorrow morning."
"Don't worry, Mr. President, I will get to the bottom of this." Everson had just said that when he heard a click as Omama hung up the phone.
Chastised by Omama, Everson's darling grandson came running over, clinging to his leg and calling out "Grandpa" repeatedly. With nowhere to vent his anger, Everson pushed his grandson aside and shouted, "Don't cling to me, go play somewhere else."
His grandson burst into tears, and his wife rushed over, picked up the child, and said to Everson, "You old coot, why are you taking it out on our grandson?"
Everson had no time to bicker with his wife, quickly dressed and went out the door, instructing the driver to head toward Lincoln Street.
By the time Everson arrived at the scene, the entire street was cordoned off by the police, and fire trucks were busy extinguishing the fire, while some officers were helping to place injured people onto ambulances.
The explosion site was mostly under control. After getting a brief understanding of the situation, Everson immediately rushed back to the CIA.
At the CIA, agents had already pulled up all the surveillance footage from around the explosion site and were carefully reviewing it.