When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

The pen wrote and drew on the name until the entire name was covered. Hanks was not sure what method to use to make these Israelis uncomfortable.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to look, nor that he can’t find it, but rather that there are too many things to look for.

Many of these things are tied to America's interests. If we just throw Israel out, it will make the Israelis uncomfortable. But if they are too tied to America, throwing them out may backfire.

These are all top secret information. If they were lost on my own territory, I would be derelict in my duty and would inevitably be scolded by Americans.

It is also not conducive to making money in the future.

Very annoying.

He covered his head with his hands and turned his head desperately for a long time. Suddenly, Hanks' eyes lit up. He hurriedly got up from his chair and walked quickly to the intelligence department of the headquarters.

Because he suddenly thought of a piece of information he had just obtained.

That intelligence included actions that were unique to the Israelis, and America did not get involved.

Moreover, the things recorded in that intelligence are such that even America, who has done so many evil things, would not do such things.

A few minutes later, Hanks went into the intelligence department's office and explained his purpose. The intelligence officer then found a very thin piece of intelligence among the mountain of documents.

Hanks felt like he had found a treasure with this information.

He walked into the sunlight with the document, and in the sunlight he could see the words on the document clearly.

[According to intelligence captured by the information department, Israel plans to install bombs on some smartphones, and then sell these phones with bombs to other regions, especially the Middle East, to deal with people who oppose Israel...]

In the document, intelligence personnel used brief but detailed text to record the relevant equipment manufacturers and relevant Israeli intelligence personnel.

I even got a separate design drawing.

After reading the document, Hanks seemed very happy. He shook the document in his hand, turned around and said to the intelligence officer beside him:

"Send this document back to Washington. By the way, if you are not careful, this document will be seen by others. Do you understand?"

The intelligence officer was a smart man and had been Hanks' subordinate for many years. He naturally understood what Hanks meant.

He took the document and nodded his head: "Sir, I want to take a vacation."

"Approved!"

The simple words made the intelligence officer smile. He skipped away with the documents and disappeared in front of the office door.

The intelligence was quickly transmitted back to Washington through the American military's intelligence system, but an accident occurred during the transmission process. When checking one of the dedicated mailboxes, the intelligence officer entered a wrong letter.

Sent to the wrong email address.

This mailbox is not an ordinary mailbox, but a network mailbox controlled by the America Central Theater Command, which is exclusively used by the Russian intelligence department to transfer some unimportant intelligence.

Moscow, Russian Foreign Intelligence Service.

Director Miraflovich frowned as he looked at the intelligence before him, subconsciously feeling that there was something fishy going on.

Holding the paper with the information written on it, he looked at the person in front of him and asked softly:

"Before you received this email, did you receive any phone calls, or did any strange people say anything strange to you?"

"Think about it carefully. This information is valuable, but it is also problematic."

Opposite him was a young Buryat man, who did not have the simple and honest character common among Buryats, but was instead more cunning.

The young man frowned, thought hard for a long time, and then shook his head gently:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Milavrovich, I haven't left the office for more than ten days since I received your mobilization order."

"The people I met were all my colleagues and acquaintances. You asked me to find something different about them. Sorry, I can't find anything."

The young man's words made Miravlovich very annoyed. He picked up the paper full of words in front of him again, stared at the words, and read them one by one.

After reading these words for the second time, he lost his patience, grabbed the paper, slapped it on the table, and shouted:

"Vasilia, come in!"

Along with this shout, the office door was pushed open, and a young man in a neat military uniform walked into the room quickly, stood in front of Miravlovich, raised his hand and saluted:

"Sir! Please give your orders!"

The paper was pushed across the table by Milavlovich and in front of Vasilya, and then there was his voice giving instructions:

"Vasilia, your task now is to find a suitable factory, take photos of the contents recorded on this paper, and then put them online."

"If the Israelis want to cause trouble, then we will help them."

Vasilya did not agree with Miravlovich's ambitions, and did not even take a step forward.

After waiting for a while, he pushed the paper back to Miraflovich:

"Dear Director, there are no mobile phone manufacturing factories in our country. It is harder than climbing to the sky for you to ask me to take fake photos like this."

The sudden words made Miravlovic stand there in a daze. He looked at the person in front of him with disbelief. As he looked, he saw the other person nodded slightly, confirming the matter.

This nod of the head was like a heavy hammer, hitting Miravlovic's head hard.

He held his head with both hands, and his whole body slowly bent down, like a shrimp.

The other two people in the room could faintly hear his sobbing.

After sobbing for about 10 minutes, he raised his head and pushed the paper forward again:

"Post it on the dark web and let the whole world know."

"Understood!" Vasilyya left with the order. Less than 30 minutes after leaving, the information appeared on the dark web.

France.

Paris.

Christmas is approaching, and Paris, the city of romance, is immersed in the festive atmosphere from top to bottom. Of course, those who celebrate the festival also include the entire French city.

However, things did not go as planned. Their idea of ​​celebrating the festival was shattered by the information from the dark web.

A group of people from the Security Bureau gathered together, their eyes lingering over the intelligence on the table and their colleagues around them.

If the intelligence is true, then the smartphones used by the colleagues present may have been equipped with bombs.

Even if there is no bomb installed, when you replace your phone in the future, you may buy one that already has a bomb.

The suspicious looks made the group of people who were originally gathered together distance themselves from each other and look at each other with caution.

The director of the Security Bureau saw all the actions of his subordinates. He wanted to express his opinion, but after thinking it over, he found that he had nothing to say.

If this is true, the European Council will deal with it, and so will the French top leaders.

After all, these gentlemen whose work efficiency is slightly faster than that of a snail are more afraid of death.

By then, the actions of these gentlemen will be more efficient and more deterrent than mine.

Thinking of this, the director of the Security Bureau raised his hands and snapped them a few times, drawing the attention of everyone present to himself, and then he said loudly:

"Want to go for a drink?"

"Let's go!"

Provence, France.

It is already winter, the frost has killed the lavender flowers, and only a thin layer of snow remains.

In the luxurious hotel estate in downtown Provence, Pablo looked at the information handed over by his subordinates, pursed his lips, and rarely refrained from cursing.

But the expression on his face was really bad, and Albert and Ken next to him, looking at the expression on his face, all showed happy smiles on their faces.

"Pablo, tell us what's up with you and make us both happy."

Faced with the teasing of the two, Pablo didn't waste any words and just handed over the information in his hand. As the two men saw the words on the information clearly, the smiles on their faces disappeared, leaving only bitter smiles.

After the bitter smile, Albert scolded him:

"Are you an idiot?"

"Pablo are you a pig? Calling you a pig is an insult to pigs!"

"Why would you do this kind of thing even secretly? If you're going to do it, do it well. I want to know why others can always get the information every time you do something."

"Can you guys be more secretive?"

"How about being more secretive, even a little bit? How about finding a spokesperson? Wouldn't it be good to let the spokesperson take charge of these businesses?"

"The intelligence now points out that it is Israel that is causing the trouble, and it points out that it is the Jews. What do you want me to do?"

"I have worked hard to invest in countless electronics industries in North America and some industries in East Asia. I finally caught the vent of information and communications, but you just stabbed me in the back."

"You pig! You are a complete pig! You are worse than a pig!"

After a long curse, Albert grabbed the wine glass on the table and smashed it to the ground. He turned around, picked up the clothes on the chair, walked out of the room without looking back, and disappeared into the corridor.

Ken, who stayed behind, took a look at Pablo, who was stunned, and quickly left with his clothes.

He really didn't want to stay with this idiot. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would be infected by this idiot and become as stupid as him.

He got into his car and waited until it started before he took out his cell phone, found Albert's contact number, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered. Albert's curse came again from the phone that had just been answered:

"Is he an idiot? Has he become a complete idiot after being president for so long?"

"Has he no brains?"

"Can't the people under him be replaced?"

“…”

Ken put the phone aside and waited until the cursing stopped before he picked it up again and asked:

"What do you plan to do in revenge, Mr. Isaac?"

This question made the person on the other end of the phone completely silent. Only the sound of the vehicle moving forward and the man's breathing came softly through the microphone.

After a long time, Albert's inquiring voice came from the phone:

"What method do you think should be used?"

"You speak first!"

"You speak first!"

“Hang up!”

Beep, beep, beep——

Holding the hung up phone and looking at the name on the screen, Ken couldn't help but curse as an idiot.

After cursing, he held the phone in both hands, tapped the screen with his fingers, and started sending messages to his subordinates.

[Pour some chemical solvent into the Rhine River...]

[Please burn Ukraine and Russia’s granaries in the Black Sea...]

[Give those officials a heads-up and ask them to lower the tariffs on foreign agricultural products...]

[Burn the Israeli ships storing food as well...]

While he was busy, Albert, who had already returned to another hotel, was also busy.

"Have you collected the information about American real estate that I asked you to collect?"

"Very good. Only rude people would think of using guns to solve problems all day long."

"A true master should hide in the dark, pluck the keys in silence, and play the music that destroys the world!"

"You said you didn't understand what I said?"

"To find ways to get the Federal Reserve to print more money, and then convert that money to put more Americans in debt."

"Finally, have you seen those mansions in Los Angeles? Go set them on fire, no matter if they are in the civilian areas or the wealthy areas, burn them all down and burst this bubble for me."

"Do you understand?"

"If you understand, get out of here!"

After scolding his subordinates, Albert turned around and walked to the window. Standing by the window, he looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window and murmured in a low voice:

"Pablo, Ken, I will definitely become the new elder!"

"As for you two pieces of trash, just continue to be pieces of trash."

On the other side of the city, Pablo, whom Albert called a waste, had boarded a private plane and flew from Provence to Israel.

After several hours of flight, the plane landed in Tel Aviv.

As soon as he got off the plane, he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night, Mossad Director Robert.

Looking at this old friend, Pablo walked over quickly with his arms open. When he was about to get close, he suddenly swung his open arms and punched Robert in the handsome face.

This punch was very hard.

With a click, Robert's two big teeth flew out, followed two graceful parabolas, landed on the runway, and disappeared without a trace.

After punching the man, Pablo's anger was slightly relieved, and his face became easy-going and elegant again.

He took a few deep breaths, grabbed the collar of the person in front of him, pulled him in front of him, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Where is the person I asked you to find? Did you find him? Also, I don't want anything to go wrong during this operation. If anything goes wrong again, I will kill you myself, piece by piece, cutting off your flesh and blood."

Under the threat of life, Robert nodded repeatedly and said:

"Mr. President, I can guarantee that the person you are looking for this time definitely meets your requirements. He is a sniper from the Delta Special Forces. He was injured in an operation and is about to retire."

"But the official in charge of decommissioning lost his file."

"He has become a jobless vagrant without a passport or a nationality, and is currently living at Heathrow Airport in the UK."

"I just wander the streets with a guitar all day long, and I can't go anywhere."

As he spoke, he waved to his subordinate standing in the distance. The subordinate quickly ran over, bent over, and respectfully handed over the briefcase in his hand.

Raising his hand to take the briefcase, Robert took out a file from the briefcase and handed the file to Pablo with a flattering smile.