Richard succeeded!

He led a group of mobs that were not even considered to be an army. He relied on three old drones that were twenty years behind in technology to defeat another group of enemies who were also mobs with the ancient tactics of the end of the last century!

Seeing those stupid guys outside the city running around under missile bombing, Richard felt the pleasure of controlling the fate of others at this moment. Yes, not only dominating one's own destiny, but also controlling the fate of others. Those idiots didn't even think about turning off the headlights when they escaped from the attack plane's pursuit.

Of course, even old antiques and gadgets such as infrared imaging are still available for 20 years behind in technology. It is useless to turn off the headlights, which will only increase the risk of traffic accidents when they run away.

"Great, we should take advantage of the victory!" The colonel who was hesitating a few hours ago whether he should choose a decent way to die was even more ecstatic at this time. The pressure he was under in this position Richard could not imagine.

"Survey with the victory? Are you sure?" Looking at the incompetent man dancing, Richard sneered from his nose.

"You mean..." The cold snorted as if the cold water poured on the colonel's head made him awake from his ecstasy. He suddenly realized that the victory was not his own but the intelligence officer who came from afar. If the other party wanted, his life and death would be in the middle of the other party's mind. His actions just now could even be called offense to some extent. This victory made him even commanding his army in front of the intelligence officer a usurpation.

"Think about it carefully, I hope you haven't forgotten where your victory came from." Richard nodded with the colonel's awakening speed.

"Of course it is your wisdom and the support of the United Kingdom." The Colonel flattered at the right time.

"It's good that you understand this." Richard's expression was a little more comfortable. "Then let me ask you, if you completely kill your opponent and make Benghazi completely your territory from now on, do you think MI6 will still care about you as much as you are now?"

"This..." The colonel was stunned. This sounded a little strange. Why did he feel that the intelligence officer sent by the MI6 department was helping him put himself in his shoes from his perspective to consider how to calculate the MI6 department's boss?

"To be honest, what else can I say when it's time?" Knowing that the other party was wondering that he was testing him, Richard took out a cigar from the colonel's cigarette box and lit it.

"You are right. If there are no enemies posing a threat around me, then MI6 will support me less and less. After all, the order given to me in London is to control the surroundings of Benghazi. If I want to fight, they will not come to support me, and I will bear the consequences." The colonel suddenly seemed to understand something and sat opposite Richard nervously.

"What's the way they are to attack Benghazi guys?" Richard asked again.

"The result I found out was related to the United States, and they themselves had never concealed their relationship with the United States. It would be better to say that because the United States did not value them much, these people also promoted a lot of support and assistance that did not exist at all in order to increase their value." The colonel immediately replied, and he still knew a lot about his old rivals who were of equal importance.

"Do you want to completely control Benghazi and get external support?" Richard asked with a smile.

"Of course I thought about it, I dreamed of it!" The colonel thought to himself that there was such a good thing?

"As long as you are willing to do me a favor, plus a little bit of almost non-existent price, I can help you realize this dream." Richard smiled warmly, but in the eyes of the colonel, the smile was like a devil who seduced mortals to sign a contract.

"Can I... listen to the details first?" The colonel was still moved, but the ups and downs of countless warlords in North Africa over the years have always reminded the colonel not to think too well. There is no free lunch in this world. I have to ask everything clearly before making a decision.

"Of course, if we don't explain all the details clearly to you, our career will not be done." Richard's smile became more and more kind, making the colonel chill all over.

A few hours later, Richard boarded the drone back to London.

"Yes, young man, he did a good job, clean and neat style, with the style of my youth." The old director showed no stinginess that he admired Richard. Those middle-level managers who were barely in corpse positions may not like capable lower-level agents, but the old director, as the general manager, must leave a group of people who can do practical things as a guarantee for MI6, so as not to fail if one day the war really starts again, his MI6 will not do anything.

"Director, you promised me some things." Richard simply made the local conditions.

"Of course, of course." The old director pressed his hand down and signaled the other party to remain calm. "I know you really want to take revenge on that idiot John. I can give you this opportunity. From now on, you are the head of the North African expatriate. The direct docking person in the North African office is on an equal footing with John. What do you think of this arrangement?"

How about it? You old slippery guy!

Richard saw through the old director's plan at a glance. In addition to restraining the increasingly irresponsible director, the other party's arrangement also had another meaning to squeeze out the alien that could no longer be tolerated by the headquarters. You must know that when screening information for that operation, Richard had often seen the distribution of the power of MI6 in North Africa. Compared with the Federation and the United States, there were only two or three kittens. He was exiled to a place where birds do not lay eggs and rabbits do not poop. Maybe John would also like to thank the old director for helping him vent his anger!

"Why, you don't like it?" The old director's face still had a smile, but his voice became obviously cold. He didn't like disobedient subordinates.

"Mr. Director, I want some more challenging work." Knowing that refusal would inevitably anger the director, but Richard took the initiative. He was willing to go to Benghazi and he was willing to go to Benghazi. Who is afraid of who now?

"Oh, young man." The old director sighed and shook his head. "I do have a more challenging job here, but I'm afraid you won't agree."

"You haven't said what the job is." Ignoring the almost explicit warning of the old director, Richard insisted on going all the way to the dark.

"Paris, our MI6 department has injected a lot of wedges into the Irish gang in Paris in the past. Do you know this?" The old director put on reading glasses and glanced at him, then pulled out a file bag from the cabinet on his right hand.

"The first time I heard it." Richard didn't lie, it was really the first time he heard it.

"It's been so many years ago, of course you haven't heard of it." The old director smiled. "I was very young when this plan was implemented, and by chance I almost sent it to Paris to be a gangster, otherwise I might not be the one who sat here and talked to you."

"Since so long has passed, our arrangement in Paris should have expired, right?" Such a long time ago, it is not called an undercover agent. Richard's large number of documents exposed to him clearly realized this.

"Yes, it has indeed failed. The second generation of agents did not obey our arrangements at all, but we must have a solid security base on the European continent, and Paris is the only available window." The old director threw the file bag directly to Richard, and the words "top secret" on it made Richard's scalp tingle.

"You want me to connect this line again?" Richard gasped. This was indeed a deadly task. It was much more difficult than cooking a group of local civilians who were not much better than bandits in Libya.

"You? You don't have this ability." The old director sneered contemptuously, "Open the bag and see, and then you decide how to go about your future."

"This is..." Richard saw a profile of characters, with very detailed content. This person was named Mitchell, and he was the core figure among the descendants of the second generation of agents in Paris and one of the current leaders of the Irish Gang.

"There is only one way to reconnect to this line, which is to make a headquarters agent directly turn into Mitchell. Do you think you can do it?" The old director stared at Richard, whose face changed several times, and asked in an unquestionable tone.
Chapter completed!