Chapter 660: Raging Waves of the Red Sea (Part 10)

"What's going on with the farmer and worker movement that has recently emerged in Mexico?" At the station of the Metropolis CIA, Kayla walked down the stairs with fast steps and said with great dissatisfaction: "You can't even keep an eye on such an important matter. Do you know how much blame I will receive for this?"

The subordinate behind her wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said: "Our agents were clearly watching very closely, but the leader on the opposite side was elusive, and we don't know where he popped out from..."

"The news says he has cooperation with drug dealers... My God, now our intelligence has to rely on watching the news!" Kayla rolled her eyes and said: "Emergency mobilization of manpower to stop them, does this still need me to emphasize?"

"But... all our manpower in South America is buried in drug trafficking organizations, which is inconvenient for action. If we transfer people from the East Coast, it will be difficult to integrate. Now I have already mobilized a batch of agents staying locally to look for the traces of that group of people." The subordinate replied.

"By the way, the DEA on the West Coast will cooperate with our work. Let's relax the work on drug enforcement for now and solve this matter with all our strength. The pressure from above is too great!" Kayla sighed and said: "We all know how important Mexico is. It can have no sense of existence, or rather, it can only have no sense of existence, and absolutely cannot be chaotic."

"By the way, when you find that group of people, don't act rashly. I heard that the leader of the other side is not simple. If you startle the snake, and let them disappear again, at the end of the year, the two of us will resign and get out together."

After Kayla finished speaking, she walked into her office quickly, threw the key ring in her hand on the table, sat in the chair, exhaled a long breath, and rubbed her eyebrows with some worry.

Not long after she was free, the subordinate knocked on the door again and entered, saying: "Boss, there is a call from above, do you want to take it?"

Kayla stood up from the chair again, walked to the office opposite, picked up the phone, and said: "Hello?... Yes, we have been monitoring continuously. Do we have to enable him so early? But he hasn't even... Alright, I know, I'll try it."

Hanging up the phone, she turned around and said to the people in the office: "Now, bring me all the information about that person named Clark Kent. The above wants to enable him."

"Enable? But he hasn't joined us at all!" The subordinate who just walked in said with some surprise. Kayla rubbed her eyebrows and said: "Yeah, Congress always feels that everyone is naturally one of us. They feel, how hard can it be to brainwash an innocent college student?"

Soon, an agent with a beard walked in and said loudly: "What's going on? Enable Clark? Whose stupid idea?"

"A few days ago, we found that Clark seemed to have noticed our batch of monitoring personnel. We were planning to hibernate for a few days. Now you actually say you want us to communicate with him face-to-face??"

That big guy with a beard put his hands on his hips and said: "Not to mention whether we can persuade him, what if he goes berserk? What about the safety of Metropolis? What about the safety of the agents under my command?"

"Owen, calm down." Kayla walked up, patted the big guy on the shoulder, and said: "You have to know that the boss of the intelligence bureau is facing great pressure now. No one expected the situation in Mexico. We didn't even get any intelligence..."

"Who approved? Who organized? Who executed? From Mexico to Moscow, what exactly happened in between? We know nothing. This can already be considered a major mistake..."

"But that was clearly the mistake of the group of people responsible for Moscow! They even took down the highest leader, how could they not know who the organizer of this movement in Mexico is?"

"Latest news, boss..." Another female agent walked in, holding a document and said: "People from the CIA station in Moscow sent news that this might be a violation of regulations by the KGB. Their leaders don't know about this news, and even didn't expect the occurrence of this movement at all..."

"How is this possible? Which country's intelligence agency dares to... without orders... Alright, I think, they might dare to. A group of patients dreaming in the daytime, can you find out which bureau of the KGB took action?"

"This is very difficult to find out. Although a part of our people have infiltrated the KGB, but... the personnel work of this organization has always been a difficult point in intelligence breakthroughs, and there is almost no clue."

Kayla took the document and looked at it in detail. It didn't convey any useful information.

Simply put, the leaders in Moscow didn't know how this movement happened, so according to reasonable speculation, it might be the KGB acting alone, but specifically which bureau did it, there was no clue, which was equivalent to finding nothing.

"The initiation of a movement cannot be achieved overnight. First, they need a guide of thought, and they also need an executor with execution power, and this person is best to have rich guerrilla experience, adapt to the local environment, and at the same time, there must be special people to pass intelligence to them during the process, letting them avoid searches..." Kayla analyzed. Everyone present knew these things.

Having played against the KGB for so many years, the CIA's level was not bad. They all understood the truth about how the KGB developed one movement after another, but the effect was always surprisingly good, and this time was no exception.

"More importantly, they must grasp a timing, and that massacre gave them this timing. I suggest dividing into a small group to focus on investigating this massacre case. If we can get evidence that they planned this massacre case, then Moscow will be completely disgraced." Kayla narrowed her eyes and said.

"If we can't get it, can we forge it?... Alright, the KGB is not a vegetarian either. If it is exposed, the consequences will be more serious." The bearded man touched his big beard, didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

After the others left, Kayla walked toward the exit of the station. Before leaving, she said to the subordinate following her: "I have to contact the DEA again. You all cheer up. If there is another call from above, just say I am too busy to answer the phone."

"Rest assured, boss, we all understand." The subordinate made a reassuring gesture, stood in front of the door, and watched Kayla leave.

Kayla drove to the hospital and met the female doctor before. The female doctor locked the doors and windows and drew the curtains according to the practice. Just after doing all this, the two asked in unison: "What exactly is going on with the movement in Mexico?"

After speaking, both showed surprised expressions, and then said at the same time: "It wasn't you who did it?!"

"Of course it wasn't me!" Kayla said: "In the position I am in now, how could I risk doing this kind of thing? I confirmed with Lira, it wasn't the comrades on the West Coast either."

"That's strange. There is no news on the East Coast either." The female doctor took a deep breath and said: "You should also know that guiding this kind of movement requires rich struggle experience. Such people can't be found in the KGB either. Who could it be?"

"The news I got here is that even the leaders in Moscow don't know who exactly it is. The CIA suspects that it might be the boss of a certain branch of the KGB acting alone." Kayla frowned and speculated.

"Who is so bold??" The female doctor said very surprisingly: "Doesn't he know that the representative assembly is in a few days?"

"This is precisely what I am worried about. I worry that this might be a trap. They want to cause some trouble on the day of taking office, but the problem is, I can't see what they want to do." Kayla said worriedly.

"The most important thing now is that we have to counter-infiltrate. If Moscow calls to ask what is going on, how should we answer?" The female doctor asked.

"Those who ask like this are mostly CIA spies. Just tell the truth, we don't know who it is either." Kayla rubbed her eyebrows and said: "Internal and external troubles, internal and external difficulties, and still able to cause such a movement, I really want to know, which bureau does such talent come from?"

"Alright, don't worry. Your anxiety disorder is going to be serious again." The female doctor glanced at her watch and said: "5 minutes are up, you go down to get the medicine, we will see you next time."

Kayla sighed and then left. Afterward, she went to the drug enforcement team of the Metropolis Police Department and talked to Lira of the West Coast DEA again. Until returning to her own apartment, Kayla felt full of exhaustion.

But she knew she couldn't stop yet. There were too many things to investigate. She began to connect all the clues to deduce what was going on, but all kinds of clues were too complicated, like the stars in the sky, without any connection, and there was no way to deduce.

Thinking of this, Kayla suddenly remembered a familiar person. Whenever she had all kinds of confusion, this person would always rely on his rich experience to answer all kinds of doubts for her.

Kayla picked up the phone and called Alfred.

The time now was still early, so Alfred hadn't gone to tell Aisha a bedtime story yet. He received the call. After hearing Kayla's complaint, he asked with some confusion: "You mean, you don't know who did it either?"

"That's right. I suspect this is a trap. But if it is a trap, I don't think there is such a professional person within the CIA who can launch such a movement. Or rather, if he has this level, then he must be our comrade."

"This is a bit strange." Alfred's speaking speed was very slow, without any tension, but successfully smoothed out the anxiety in Kayla's heart. He said: "But don't you think this is a good thing?"

"If even you don't know who he is, then the CIA and the spies the CIA has ambushed in Moscow don't know even more. Isn't such an unknown person the best guide?"

"As for your worry that it is a trap, it is not unreasonable. After all, the CIA is always very cunning and accustomed to deception. But if you think about it carefully, you will find that using this kind of movement as a trap, the price is really too high."

"They really launched a movement in Mexico. No matter what the purpose is, it is equivalent to lighting a fire in their own backyard. Even if the people in Congress are stupid, they can't be stupid to this point. Now, the attitude of Congress and the CIA high-level should explain everything. They should already be very panicked, right?"

After Kayla's mood gradually calmed down, she also felt that what Alfred said made sense. Regardless, this movement had already been carried out. If it was really something the CIA did itself, they were no different from lifting a rock and hitting their own feet.

"No matter what kind of trap to set, no matter who this trap harms, burning one's own backyard, this price is really too high. No one will do this."

Mexico is very important to the United States. They will not allow any possibility of redization here. Using this method to set a trap is a fantasy for them. And just as Alfred said, they are very anxious now, which also shows that the situation is beyond their control.

"That's right. They are so anxious now that they want Clark Kent to settle this matter. We haven't even contacted Clark face-to-face, and they want to enable

"Clark?" Alfred read the name with some confusion, then continued, "Then how do you intend to handle it?"

"Of course, by bluffing our way through it. We'll just say we couldn't persuade him, or simply claim he has severe resistance and we didn't dare to force him." Kara was quite practiced; after all, the most important thing for a KGB agent embedded in the CIA to learn is how to bluff their way through work.

"Do you have any understanding of Clark?" Alfred asked.

"We have been watching him 24 hours a day, and have figured out all his living habits and daily routines..."

"No, I am referring to his personality," Alfred said again.

"Personality? He's just an ordinary college student, hmm... like one of those small-town youths from the countryside, relatively simple, kind-hearted, and likes to help others."

"Have you ever thought about actually letting him go to Mexico?" Alfred asked.

Kara was silent for a good while before saying, "Wouldn't that be a bit too risky? What if he really helps the CIA..."

"That kind-hearted, very simple small-town youth you speak of—after witnessing the essence of the workers' and peasants' movements, would he really help the CIA?" Alfred asked a very fatal question, and Kara found it hard to say for sure.

Compared to Kara, Alfred understood Clark's personality better. He knew that this so-called simple small-town youth actually possessed a very clever brain and a heart of compassion like a saint.

He was not stupid, nor would he be easily deceived by certain appearances, and now was the time for him to begin contacting and understanding this world.

"Kara, I remember I told you a long time ago that if you have not seen it with your own eyes, have not experienced it yourself, and cannot empathize with the suffering of the poor at the bottom, then reading any amount of theory in school is useless."

"I hope that more kind-hearted people can see the suffering that truly exists in this world. Even if these people do not lean toward us, they can at least become kind people willing to help others, can't they?"

Kara took a deep breath and said, "... Perhaps you are right, Alfred. I ended up on this path precisely because I saw the terrible working conditions of certain workers in Eastern Europe and the tragic state of those impoverished by illness."

"I have almost forgotten these things; work has become my everything. Solving one problem after another, completing one goal after another—this has diluted my original ideals..." Kara said with some sadness, "Perhaps it is very difficult for me to return to how I was before."

"This is human nature. If everyone could never forget their original ideals, then things would not have turned out the way they are today." Alfred's tone held no disappointment; perhaps he had long since been disappointed to the core.

He could view this problem so objectively, calmly, and clearly, simply because he was no longer in the thick of it, but had become a bystander.

Kara was silent for a long time, but in the end, she made up her mind. She said, "Fine, we will try to guide Clark to go there and take a look. I hope his kindness will allow him to experience this suffering. Even if he cannot become a comrade, he can at least become a good person."