997: Chapter 982: Intelligence Analyst 997: Chapter 982: Intelligence Analyst Gao Yang looked at Yake, who moved efficiently during the assault and cover operations, clearly differentiating himself from others.
For now, let’s call the recruited personnel Satan’s extramural staff.
These people came in all shapes and sizes from various places and had undergone different military training.
It was difficult to find even two people with identical tactical movements, which made it tough to spot anything particularly special about Yake in such a diverse group.
If there were any differences to note, it was that Yake’s movements seemed to be smaller and more discreet.
After watching for a while, Gao Yang frowned and said, “The information didn’t state that Yake was from that UK unit, only mentioned ‘Shadow Unit,’ but some of his standard moves have traces of SAS.
I tend to think he’s from SAS.
You said he’s from an intelligence agency, how did you determine that?”
Number Thirteen smiled and said, “You’re looking at tactical moves, but Yake’s actions carry the shadow of an intelligence agency.
However, what I mainly notice is the ‘scent.’ Those from the dark world carry a different scent from others.
He’s obviously not an assassin, so a person with the same scent as us could only be from an intelligence agency.
Of course, this is just speculation; the reality might be different.”
Number Thirteen used a very special word, ‘scent,’ which of course didn’t refer to body odor.
After smiling, he continued, “This person is unlikely to be a frontline spy responsible for gathering intelligence because he has received military training, which is virtually impossible to hide from discerning eyes.
So those who really need to infiltrate and gather intelligence generally don’t receive military training unless he’s placed in a military setting.”
After finishing, Number Thirteen waved his hand and said firmly, “This man, having received military training and bearing the scent of an intelligence agency, is very likely from an agency’s operational force that uses force.
I don’t know if analyzing intelligence in a UK office requires military training, so you could ask Yake whether he’s just an armed member of the intelligence department or a versatile agent.”
Glolov waved his hand and said, “Just call him over and ask.
If he’s only from an operational team that kills, forget it.
If he really understands intelligence work, then give him a pay raise and a new job.
It’s that simple.”
There’s no point in guessing, just call him over and find out everything.
Gao Yang took the walkie-talkie from Glolov’s hand and called loudly, “Toad, have Shadow come over, I need to see him.”
Yake soon came over, carrying a rifle and walked casually to stand in front of Gao Yang, then asked in a gentle tone, “Boss, any issues?”
There was no need for initial intimidation anymore, and sufficient respect for an experienced soldier was necessary.
Gao Yang saluted and said cautiously, “Yake, which intelligence agency are you from?”
Yake gave Gao Yang a slightly surprised look but then shifted his gaze to Number Thirteen and smiled, “Is this the reveal?
Then where are you from?
Let me guess, KGB?”
Number Thirteen shook his head and said, “No.”
Yake shrugged and said, “Not KGB?
You carry the stench of KGB.”
Number Thirteen coldly said, “We’re not the same, so don’t bother guessing.
Just tell him where you’re from.”
Yake shrugged and said to Gao Yang, “Since I haven’t told you, it means I can’t say.
If you think the presence of an old spy is inappropriate, I can leave.
Honestly, I’m just here to make money.”
Gao Yang smiled and said, “Don’t misunderstand; I just want to know if you understand intelligence work.
I need someone skilled in that.”
Yake glanced at Number Thirteen and laughed, saying, “Don’t you already have a candidate?”
Number Thirteen coldly said, “I told you, we’re not the same.
Stop guessing.”
Yake spread his hands and said in a resigned tone, “Okay, since there’s a colleague here, there’s no need for secrets anymore.
Yes, I’m from an intelligence agency.
I didn’t intend to hide that.”
Gao Yang smiled and said, “Then do you understand how to analyze intelligence?”
Yake curled his lip and said, “Although I was later assigned to the operational team responsible for killing and such, I underwent long-term specialized training.
So what do you think, do I understand?”
Gao Yang clapped his hands and said, “Great, help me analyze intelligence.
Now you’ll start working in an office; no more fighting.
Hmm, I’ll double your salary.”
Yake frowned and made a face at Gao Yang, saying, “Your team of mercenaries, what intelligence is there to analyze?
Besides, isn’t the Syrian Military Intelligence Bureau providing intelligence?
Why bother analyzing it yourself?
You’re just mercenaries; isn’t it tiring?”
Gao Yang spread his hands and said, “I need to make my own assessments, not let others tell me where to find my targets.
So I need to have my own brains.”
Yake sighed, “Well, it looks like I need to be the brain now.
Actually, I’ve never played this role before.
I’ve always been the hands, sometimes the eyes, but I never thought someone would need me to be the brain.
So, I just need to provide suggestions, right?”
Gao Yang nodded, “That’s right.”
Yake shrugged and said, “Office work with double the pay, why would I refuse that?”
Number Thirteen suddenly asked, “Why did you become a mercenary?
As far as I know, it shouldn’t have been possible for you to become one.”
Yake helplessly spread his hands, “Okay, if I don’t clear this up, it seems I can’t work in an office.
Yes, intelligence personnel don’t usually retire and become mercenaries, but there are always exceptions, right?”
Yake snapped his fingers and pointed to his right eye, “My right eye is practically blind, and my right hand can’t even lift slightly heavy things because I’ve been through a bombing.
Then I was forced to retire.
Given what I’ve learned, moving from the field to an office, providing technical support or going through files with the youngsters wouldn’t be bad.
However, well, all that ended after I gouged out the right eyeball of our commander.”
Number Thirteen frowned, “Eyeball?”
Yake sighed, “What we fear most is having a pig-headed boss.
Unfortunately, I had one, so I gouged out his eyeball as revenge, and then I got locked up for five years.
After I got out, I left the United Kingdom and became a mercenary.
That’s it, don’t ask too many details.
In this line of work, some things can be said, and others can’t.
I hate those pig heads, but I can’t harm my colleagues, right?”
Gao Yang laughed, “Good, I don’t need to know the details.
I just need you to understand intelligence work.
Come with me now.”
Yake leisurely said, “Well, if you want me to analyze intelligence, there must be some intelligence for me to analyze, right?
You can’t expect me to give useful suggestions based on my imagination alone.
Also, you need to tell me your objective.”
Gao Yang said solemnly, “Of course, my objective is to find and kill the leader of IS, and also a squad from the Iron Madonna is our target.
The problem now is, we don’t know where they are.
I have intelligence from the front lines, and also intelligence and analyses obtained by the Military Intelligence Bureau, but I can’t judge what’s valuable and what’s not.”
Yake forced a smile, “The Iron Madonna?
You didn’t say it was going to be a fight with the Iron Madonna.
But never mind, I’m office-bound now anyway.
As for IS, whether we can locate their leader is up to luck.”
Yake grew increasingly confident as he spoke, waving his hand and saying, “I need a lot of things.
Information just from the front lines and the Syrian Military Intelligence Bureau isn’t enough.
I need comprehensive data—from IS’s operational patterns to their background—everything related, so I can possibly deduce something from subtle activities.
So, if you want my help, you’re looking for a lot.”
Gao Yang laughed, “I’m not afraid of trouble, just afraid of not finding the right people.”
Yake, intrigued, asked, “Then tell me why you’re doing this.
I thought you were hired by Syria, but it doesn’t seem like it now.”
Gao Yang thought for a moment and said, “It’s a personal vendetta.”
“A personal vendetta?
You’re just a mercenary, aren’t you?
What personal feud could lead a tiny mercenary group to go up against a huge organization?
Isn’t your personal feud a bit too big?”
Gao Yang smiled and responded, “Yes, this personal feud is a bit too big.”
Yake, unimpressed, said, “You’re incredible.
For a personal vendetta, you’ve got a base in Damascus’s most important military airport, for a personal vendetta, a major, a captain, and a lieutenant colonel revolve around you, airplanes at your disposal, the Military Intelligence Bureau delivering intelligence thrice a day, and all you are is a tiny mercenary group.
Buddy, this joke’s not fucking funny at all.”
Gao Yang, unable to help himself, replied, “You observe quite thoroughly.
Believe it or not, this is really just a personal vendetta.”
Yake gestured dismissively and said, “Say whatever you want, I guess it’s better I know less.”
After finishing speaking, Yake looked at Number Thirteen and asked, “You’re really not from the KGB?
Could you be from the BND?
No, that’s not right.
Perhaps you’re from the French Foreign Intelligence Service?
You look like it.”
Gao Yang chuckled, “Why don’t you say he’s from the CIA or Mossad?”
Yake shook his head, “Not Mossad, definitely not.
CIA maybe, but it doesn’t quite fit.
He looks like he’s from Europe.
Are you really not KGB?”
Impressed by Yake’s astuteness, Gao Yang admitted, despite Yake having vision in only one eye, it did not prevent him from having sharp insights.
Number Thirteen, tired of being questioned, coldly said, “BND.”
Yake looked enlightened, “I knew it was the German Federal Intelligence Service.
After the reunification of East and West Germany, the BND took on some aspects of the KGB.
Hmm, wait, the German rookies picked up some stuff from the KGB but they’re still rookies.
Are you really from the BND?” (To be continued.
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