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Chapter 1087 You bastard, don't underestimate Uncle Jin!

Coffee is second?

To grow bigger and stronger?

"Friend, once I'm healed, I'll definitely burn some paper money for you as start-up capital for your business. Please accept this small token of my appreciation."

Hmm? It seems like there's no paper money here in the Bald Eagle region...

Uncle Jin thought to himself with a wicked sense of humor, then realized that the bald eagle didn't seem to appreciate this kind of thing, and then he was still pleased with this lame joke.

So Uncle Jin subconsciously wanted to raise his arm to give himself a thumbs up, but this action immediately triggered a sharp pain in many parts of his body, making him gasp involuntarily.

"Ouch... Which genius in the family designed this weapon?" The pain made his inner grumbling even more intense. "It can sneak in, and it's so powerful. If I weren't lucky and quick-witted, my eighty-year-old mother would have been crushed by my child—I'd be incredibly unlucky!"

Uncle Kim recalled the initial battle damage report he saw afterward, which described the rockets as: lightweight, with extraordinary range and accuracy, and astonishing explosive power, far from being standard equipment of North Vietnam.

It must have been the work of that great Eastern power!

Because the alliance has always been rough and crude, it's impossible for them to have such clever ideas!

It's all Miller's fault, who died in the Western Paradise!

Uncle Jin cursed inwardly. If that guy hadn't been so sure that the area around the base had been cleared and there were only sporadic disturbances, he wouldn't have carelessly followed him to the vicinity of the relatively exposed helipad.

And then, he went to find the new weapons that had leaked from his hometown and got blown up. What the hell is this?!

Despite his complaints, he knew better than anyone that his trip to southern Vietnam was never about seeing helicopters or inspecting the distribution of Banlangen (Isatis root).

Even that fragment of intelligence about the attack on North Vietnam was just a minor matter he was verifying on the side.

Uncle Kim's real destination is Phnom Penh!

Three days ago, he received a top-secret notification from the U.S. Embassy in Phnom Penh: "Operation Xiangjiang," which was being carried out by Taiwan with the assistance of the CIA, had suffered a devastating blow within Taiwan, with the entire execution team wiped out and the plan completely ruined.

Enraged, the top authorities' first reaction was not to examine their own shortcomings, but to habitually shift blame—insisting that the plan was flawless and that the failure must have been due to an "insider" leaking intelligence to the mainland, and even blaming the CIA station in Phnom Penh.

Taiwanese intelligence officials fully utilized their talent for "proactive relocation," attempting to shift blame to "unreliable local collaborators" or "the pervasive infiltration from the mainland," and confidently asserting that it was merely an accident and that they still possessed the capability and determination.

In short: it's not that we don't work hard, it's that the enemy is too cunning!

While they may try to shift blame, in order to get the US to continue funding them, Taiwan has launched a series of new infiltration plans, including Pegasus, Sea Wolf, and Lightning Strike, making grand promises and just waiting for the US Congress's special funds to arrive.

Unfortunately, the cunning Taiwanese authorities will never know that the person responsible for reviewing their action plans and assessing the eligibility of their funds was none other than Uncle Kim, who was lurking at the highest level of the CIA's Far East Bureau!

Looking at these hastily put-together new plans from Taiwan, which may have even more loopholes than the "Xiangjiang River," Uncle Jin felt no emotion whatsoever; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

But Uncle Jin noticed a key point: the annual budget supporting these operations, amounting to $1.4 million, is disbursed over three years and managed by organizations such as the Asia Foundation. However, the specific use of the funds is subject to review and oversight by relevant CIA departments, especially the Far East Division responsible for coordinating intelligence operations against Taiwan.

$1.4 million over three years.

Spending so much money on this bunch of good-for-nothing traitors to carry out infiltration and sabotage against the mainland is giving them far too much credit.

What if we could control this budget ourselves?

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

Uncle Kim knew all too well how this money was being used: this special allocation was specifically designated by the U.S. Congress for Taiwan's secret operations against the mainland, and was overseen by the CIA Far East Division.

For Taiwan to use this money, it must submit a complete action plan, implementation plan, risk assessment, and performance forecast. After he, as the Far East intelligence chief, approves it, it will be submitted to the U.S. Congress so that the money can be disbursed in batches.

If there are consecutive major failures or if it is proven that there is no corresponding ability to carry out the operation, the use of this money may be temporarily frozen.

In accordance with the usual practice for special funds, the temporarily frozen funds will be subject to more direct "guidance" and "escrow" by a supervisor appointed by the Bald Eagle Congress.

This supervisor is usually a senior CIA official in charge of the region.

In other words, as long as it can be proven that Taiwan botched the "Xiangjiang Project" and that it was due to their own incompetence...

That money will then end up in Uncle Jin's pocket.

In order to get the money, Uncle Kim must go to Phnom Penh to find evidence of Taiwan's mistake.

But here's the problem: according to intelligence, the original execution site of "Operation Xiangjiang" was completely destroyed by unknown weapons, leaving no evidence whatsoever. This is probably one of the reasons why the Taiwanese authorities are so stubborn...

Anyway, there's no way to verify anything now that they're dead, so let them say whatever they want.

But can this stump Uncle Kim?

In the world of intelligence, isn't it often just a matter of "some people raising doubts, others echoing and supporting them, and then putting together a few reports that look plausible"?

So Uncle Jin went to Phnom Penh, and after some communication, he quickly gathered witnesses, physical evidence, and testimonies.

Why did it go so smoothly?

Hehe, don't forget, as mentioned earlier:

Two years ago, the Bay of Pigs invasion was a disastrous failure. The Bald Eagle leader shifted all the blame to the CIA, not only firing Director Dulles and other veterans, but also cutting a full fifth of the CIA's annual budget.

Of the one-fifth of funding cut, the bulk went to overseas operations, with the Asian region bearing the brunt.

The leader, who was overwhelmed with troubles and wished he could clear his head so all the troubles would fly away, scaled back his overseas secret operations and cut funding for the Asian region again and again. Except for South Vietnam, the other stations were barely able to maintain their daily operations and were so poor that they were practically green with envy.

When they heard that Mr. Kim intended to "investigate" the "efficiency" of Taiwan's use of special funds, and that this might affect the flow of subsequent funds amounting to tens of millions of dollars, these hungry CIA overseas personnel practically drooled.

Hmm? You're saying your amount is incorrect?

No, absolutely not. You can figure out the reasons yourselves.

What witnesses and physical evidence?

What evidence is there that the operation failed?

too easy.

Do you remember that old joke?

To test the investigative capabilities of various law enforcement agencies, a bald eagle released a rabbit into the forest to see who could catch it first.

The FBI dispatched 200 agents, cordoned off the entire forest, and conducted a house-to-house search for three days and three nights, but returned empty-handed, saying there were no rabbits in the forest at all.

The CIA only sent five agents into the forest, and on the second day, they dragged back a black bear that was trembling and had a vacant look in its eyes.

The leader asked, "Where's the rabbit I told you to catch?"

A CIA agent patted the black bear on the head and replied, "Rabbit? I didn't see a rabbit. But this bear has confessed everything."

It admitted that it was the rabbit, and also revealed 17 accomplices, drew a complete map of the underground rabbit burrows, and signed a counter-terrorism cooperation memorandum on the spot..."