Marvel Plane Trader Chapter 158

  Chapter 158 Blood and CIA

   "Boss, Mr. Dix is ​​here!" Josie was enjoying afternoon tea in the manor on Long Island, New York.

  Because there are a lot of things in New York recently, such as the location of the United Nations and other special matters, so he has always lived in New York.

   In this regard, Margot actually wanted to bring his family to accompany him.

   But because of the Leviathan incident, New York is not very peaceful, so Josie didn't let them come over, but just went home every now and then, anyway, it was just a matter of a few hours of flying.

   "Dix, sit down, let's eat a little together." Josie greeted Dix after hearing the words.

   "Thank you, boss, this is what you want!" Dix sat down cheerfully, and then respectfully placed a box on the table.

  Although Dix is ​​already the number one gangster in the United States, even the mayor of New York City and the senator's grand masters have to sell him three cents.

  But he still puts his position right, and puts his position very low in front of Josie, never overstepping it.

  Because he knows very well why he was able to get to where he is today.

   "Good job, didn't you encounter any trouble?" Josie opened the box and saw a small blue metal ball lying quietly inside.

   This is a stolen piece of Howard Stark's collection, which the Strategic Science Corps recovered not so long ago.

"No, this Strategic Science Corps is much more lax than I imagined. Haha, I just bribed the pipeline company, and it's easy to send people in to get things. It's just the intelligence department, that's it!" Dix couldn't help laughing, "But it's also thanks to Ms. Carter's information about some Strategic Science Corps."

   He was naturally joking. Peggy Carter could not have given him the internal intelligence of the Strategic Science Corps.

  But because of the cooperation between the two parties, in order to avoid interference from the Strategic Science Corps, you Peggy Carter provide the personnel information of the New York Branch of the Strategic Science Corps, is it not an exaggeration?

   As for the mafia, as long as they have basic personnel information, they can do a lot of things.

   It was easy to get what Josie wanted.

   "That's good. You must clean up your hands. This thing is related to your long-term **** of the American underworld." Josie weighed the ball and said with a smile.

   "Oh? So powerful? But isn't this thing used to cut off the city's power supply? What good does it do me?" Hearing Josie's words, Dix couldn't help being a little confused.

  Because according to the information he got, this ball is a strategic weapon.

  Although it has no actual lethality, it can cut off the power supply of the entire city.

   That's right, this thing is a super electromagnetic pulse bomb.

   I have to say that Howard Stark is indeed a super awesome scientist, and the things he created are basically things that can be called cross-century.

   "Hehe, if it's a genuine product, the function is indeed to block the city's power supply, but this thing is not!" Josie smiled slightly, and then pressed the button under Dix's nervous gaze.

   With a sound from Katz, this thing did not explode, but was opened directly from it, and accompanied by a gust of cold air, a small test tube filled with dark red liquid popped out.

   "This is... blood?" Dix was a little surprised, but he still couldn't connect this tube of blood with his rule of the underworld.

   "That's right, this is blood, but it's not ordinary blood, it's Captain America's blood!" Josie took the test tube and said carefully.

   "What? Captain America's blood?" Dix suddenly widened his eyes.

  Vito, who was standing not far away, also cast his gaze over. After all, he is also a beneficiary/victim of the imitation super soldier potion, so he is naturally more concerned about matters related to this aspect.

"That's right, the blood of Captain America is the only finished product of a super soldier. Although he is unwilling to be a research object, he can't change the fact that he is an asset of the US government, so he left a batch of blood samples before he disappeared. , a total of 12 bottles, and Howard Stark, who made the first contribution, got one of them." Josie fiddled with the potion, put it back into the ball and said, "To be honest, it means that the US team sacrificed, Otherwise, when the war is over, I think he should become a large blood bottle, for the ruling class of the country, compared with a hero, these bloods with infinite possibilities are obviously more valuable, what do you think?"

  Dix nodded. He is no longer that gangster who only knows how to rob. He has learned a lot from his underworld career in the past few years.

"Thank you, Dix. With it, I believe that my research institute will soon be able to develop a truly perfect super soldier potion, and you will have a copy of it!" Josie put away the things and promised Dix road.

  Of course, his so-called research institute is undoubtedly Big Brother Yuri.

Before relying only on Vito, the defective super soldier blood, Yuri combined the orc technology of the Red Alert world to create a highly practical beast-like combat potion, and now with the genuine super soldier blood, What kind of surprise will he bring Josie?

  Josie is looking forward to it.

   "Thank you boss, I'm already looking forward to that day!" Dix thanked with a heavy nod.

   Few men can refuse the temptation to become a super soldier.

  And as Josie said before, if he becomes a super soldier, he will be able to better control the Mafia in the future.

   "By the way, how is Carter's recent investigation going?" Josie asked as he put away his things.

"She's still quite wary of me, but judging from some details, she should be pretty good. Yesterday, she said she was going on a business trip to Europe. I don't know exactly where she's going!" Dix shook his head. road.

   "Europe? That's it, I understand!" Josie was taken aback when he heard this, and then the smile on his face became even wider.

   Basically everything that should be obtained has been obtained, and it is time to close the net.

  Two days later, a C69 military transport plane slowly landed at the Newberg Military Airport in New York.

  Carter and two other agents of the Strategic Science Corps came out of the plane, together with a bald middle-aged man in a prison uniform.

   This man is called Ivchenko, a hairy psychiatrist, and a prisoner rescued by Carter and the others from a Leviathan prison in Poland.

Just about a week ago, relying on the information provided by Dix, Carter successfully tracked down another agent of Leviathan, Demidov. A message was received on board.

   After Carter deciphered, this message pointed to the Leviathan base somewhere in Poland.

  So the Strategic Science Corps thought that evidence of Howard Stark's treason might be found there.

  As an intermediary, Carter helped the Strategic Science Corps contact the Roaring Commandos still stationed in Europe, and the two sides cooperated to sneak into that base.

   However, apart from a little girl killer and some hairy bear guards in the base, Ivchenko is the only harvest left. For this reason, both the Strategic Science Corps and the Roaring Commando lost a member.

   It's just that Carter at this time doesn't know what kind of character the Ivchenko he rescued is.

   But it's okay, as long as Josie knows.

  Just as Carter and his party were about to walk out of the airport, a large group of people in black surrounded them. The leader was none other than Josie, and beside him was a middle-aged white man in a suit.

   "Josie? Why are you here? And you are..." Carter asked, frowning.

"I'm sorry Carter, but please let me introduce myself as the director of the CIA's management department, and this is the new director of the CIA, Major General Fletcher!" Josie greeted and introduced the people around him. people.

   "Wait, CIA? What is that?" Carter looked puzzled.

   This is not surprising, because during World War II, although Roosevelt established the predecessor of the CIA, the US Strategic Intelligence Service, the abbreviation is OSS.

  It was only with the end of World War II that Truman abolished this department.

  But after withdrawing the OSS, Truman soon regretted it, because he found that without the OSS, he could not deal with all kinds of messy intelligence from various departments and military intelligence agencies on his own.

  So there was the idea of ​​re-establishing a new agency to coordinate and check these intelligence, thus forming a new Central Intelligence Agency (CIA).

  Before, Josie proposed on the board of directors to get rid of the FBI's Hoover and replace him with his own people.

   But this proposal was not approved by the council.

So Josie thought of the CIA that was in the duckweed stage, so he approached Truman, and through his relationship in the Department of Defense, the establishment of the CIA was brought forward by a year, and it was implemented—the real establishment of the CIA was started in 1947. .

   And Josie's idea was also assisted by two allies in the council, Hugh Jones and Alfred Malik.

In the end, the first director of the newly established CIA fell on Major General Fletcher, an acquaintance, and Josie, as a special consultant to Truman, became the CIA's four divisions—management division, intelligence division, operations division, and technology division. the director.

  The main responsibilities are responsible for the CIA's communications, logistics, security, finance, medical services, personnel, training and education, and data processing.

   In other words, the Management Office is the CIA's main housekeeping department.

  Major General Fletcher is average, but as a member of the organization, obedience is his greatest advantage.

  So in fact, Josie, the director of the management department, is the controller of the newly established CIA.

  During this time, Josie was secretly busy with matters related to the establishment of the CIA.

  The newly established CIA obviously needs a very suitable credit to establish its own status-and what is more suitable than Leviathan?

  So he could only silently say sorry to Carter, and then cut off this great achievement from the Strategic Science Corps.

  (end of this chapter)

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