Although Simon didn't immediately understand why Song Heping would give him his coordinates and ask him to report them to Pence.
He vaguely felt that this guy must be up to something cunning again.
In his opinion, Song Heping was too cunning.
Dealing with him requires real caution.
Otherwise, it's very easy to fall into a trap.
But soon he understood.
"You want to use me as a pawn to lure Pence to attack you? This is a setup, isn't it?"
"A setup?"
Song Heping laughed heartily.
"These are genuine coordinates. Do you think I can give you fake coordinates and fool the CIA's preliminary reconnaissance confirmation process?"
Simon was slightly taken aback.
Indeed.
According to the CIA's operational procedures, after obtaining information about a target, confirmation is required. Preliminary reconnaissance is necessary, with photographs taken for comparison, and a matching rate of 90% is needed to justify action.
"Would you be so kind?"
He didn't believe Song Heping would help him for no reason.
"Old friend, don't be so wary of me. I'm actually quite good to my friends, especially with your high value to me. How could I let the investigation team take you away to rot in jail? I'll even help you get promoted. Who knows, you might occupy Pence's position someday, right?"
Song Heping's words exploded in Simon's mind like a bomb.
It was as if he was suddenly enlightened.
His thoughts became extremely clear, and even the blood in his body started rushing.
A thing called ambition started stirring in the depths of his heart.
Indeed...
At the very least, I'm a station chief now.
And being sent to Illiguo as a station chief was a reflection of certain abilities.
But he wasn't Pence's man.
Back then, Jasper, who joined the CIA at the same time, received Pence's favor and was promoted back to headquarters to take on a supervisory role.
Now, with Kelly in the operations department turned into a vegetable, her position remains vacant.
It's heard that the agency's high-level officials are willing to select station chiefs with outstanding abilities from overseas intelligence posts to replace Kelly.
Especially those station chiefs in war-torn regions, where the hardware conditions are no problem.
But it's said that Pence has already recommended Jasper for this position to the director.
Jasper...
Why him?!
Posted in Mexico for two years as a deputy chief, essentially wandering in his country's backyard for two years, then transferred closer as Pence's assistant, clearly preparing for future promotion to a supervisory role...
It's just because of Jasper's deep family political background and Ivy League education that he gains more favor from Pence.
And what about me?
A rustbelt rural guy.
I thought that by working hard I had made it out of my hometown, studied hard, and finally got recruited into the CIA, progressing from intelligence analyst to field agent to overseas station chief.
I came up step by step on my own.
But suddenly I realized that no matter how hard I worked, I couldn't catch up with someone else's background.
Some people are born in Rome.
And I'm just a workhorse.
Before, Simon had already lost hope for his future.
Being posted in Illiguo for so many years, it seemed like the higher-ups had forgotten about him, and no one came to replace him.
Yeah, it's so dangerous here. Who in their right mind would want to come?
Song Heping's words were like a strong stimulant, suddenly activating the restless genes within him.
Indeed.
Song Heping can use me, and I can use him.
He can ask me for intelligence, and I can ask him for intelligence.
Isn't it just mutual use!
"Okay, I'll do as you say, report your coordinates in five days, and I'll come up with a story for the source of the specific intelligence."
"Hmm, that's more like it. Sell my intelligence to Pence, who would suspect you're a mole then?"