American Scandal King

Chapter 313 I Can Take You to See the Boss
Two hours later.

George John Tenet stood in the monitoring room with a gloomy expression.

George Tenet, once the director of the CIA and later the Secret Service, was the man George W. Bush relied on most. But today, he was destined to disappoint the president.

Saddam has escaped!!!
He actually ran away!
This is a shame for the entire CIA and even the entire United States!

The surveillance footage is still there. Through the surveillance playback, we can see that it was Saddam himself who miraculously picked up the key with a belt, then opened the door and ran away.

The question is, how come eight agents all fell?

George Tenet's assistant said, "The doctor checked, they were all poisoned by anesthetics. It was on the hot dogs."

George Tenet's face was livid: "How did the question get put there?"

The assistant said helplessly, "We're checking. The hot dog stand across the street has been operating on this street for five years. He's a local American and there's nothing wrong with him. We didn't find any narcotics on his hot dog stand. We're checking the street surveillance..."

Street surveillance soon came out.

Everyone could see the hot dog owner's every move through the surveillance. After getting the hot dogs, Blackley came straight back without contacting anyone.

No traces of anesthetics were found.

This made Director Tenet angry: "Was it a ghost? Or did we encounter the Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four?"

All the men were silent.

Not far away, Blackley stood there in despair.

He knew he was doomed.

As an agent responsible for national security, you cannot fail even once!
Saddam's escape meant the end of the eight agents' common future.

He could explain it, but it made no sense.

Sure enough, Director Tenet looked at Blackley angrily. He said in a low voice, "You disappoint me, Blackley. I once trusted you so much."

Blakely bit his lower lip. "I'm sorry, Chief."

"Don't suspend him," Tenet said. "Immediately lock down the entire territory. Saddam can't get far. We'll bring him back! Also, block the news!"

As he said this he strode out.

As soon as I walked out of the safe house, I saw an FBI police car parked in front of the door.

Tenet was startled, and a sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart.

A middle-aged man got out of the car.

He smiled as he walked over to Tenet, took out his ID and handed it to him, saying, "Hello, Director Tenet. I'm Jon Brown, Director of the FBI's Second Intelligence Division. I thought you might need my help."

Tenet's face turned pale: "How did you know?"

Jon Brown smiled. "About Saddam? That's not just the work of the Secret Service, it's also the work of the FBI. It's just that our work is more extensive and not as specific as yours. We're also concerned about him!"

The FBI itself is a domestic intelligence agency and also has law enforcement powers, so it does have to do something on Saddam's side.

For example, the CIA is directly responsible for guarding Saddam, and the FBI has to do some defense and coordination work on the entire street. Of course, they are not trying to prevent anyone from rescuing Saddam, but what if there is trouble?
At this moment, Jon Brown said, "This matter can no longer be hidden, Mr. Director. The only thing we can do now is to capture Saddam before things get out of hand. You need my help, and we are good at this."

The CIA is good at protecting important national figures, but arresting people still depends on the FBI.

Tenet was helpless and could only nod: "I hope you can do it before dawn."

Jon Brown said leisurely, "I can't guarantee that. It depends on how smart Saddam Hussein is. New York is big, and you don't want things to get too big."

Tenet hugged Jon Brown and said, "Do this well. I owe you a favor. I will recommend you to the president. I can't guarantee the directorship, but the deputy director can!"

Jon Brown smiled and said, "Thank you very much for your support. I will do my best."

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Saddam now found himself facing a huge problem.

Although he escaped, his English was poor, his image was too conspicuous, and he was not familiar with New York.

This means it will be very difficult for him to survive in New York or even escape.

what should I do?
Saddam Hussein thought so as he walked aimlessly on the long street.

It was late at night, with few people on the road, only the city lights were still bright.

Although the world is vast, there is nowhere for me to go.

Saddam knew that he could not escape and would eventually be caught.

While walking, Saddam saw surveillance cameras on the street not far away, so he turned around and prepared to take another route. At this moment, a pedestrian came over on the street not far away.

The pedestrian seemed to be just passing by. He glanced at Saddam and exclaimed, "Huh?"

The voice seemed familiar. Saddam originally wanted to lower his head to avoid it, but when he heard the voice, he instinctively looked up.

Then he was shocked.

Clark?
Clark, the translator of Ian Carr?

During Ian's time in Iraq, the two communicated with the help of translator Clark, so Saddam was very familiar with him.

Why is he here?

But the next moment Saddam was overjoyed.

Thanks to Allah, the language problem was solved.

He suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Clark: "Come here, don't shout!" He pinched Clark's neck and walked to the side.

Clark looked at him in shock. "Saddam Hussein? Is it really you? Why are you here?"

"Shut up!" Saddam growled. "Get me out of here right now!"

Clark laughed at this.

He shook his head repeatedly. "I see. You escaped from prison? That's unimaginable, but it's meaningless. Former President Hussein, everyone knows your face. You can't escape. No one in the United States will help you!"

How could Saddam not understand this, but tyrants don't listen to reason.

He pointed the gun at Clark: "I don't care. You must take me away, or I will kill you!"

Clark was undaunted: "I have cancer. I'm going to die in a year at most. You know that."

Saddam was stunned. Of course he knew.

But he still said: "That's at least another year!"

Clark sneered: "It's been a painful year! My body can't take it anymore, and I rely on painkillers every day. For me, this last year is a year of suffering. If I could die under your gun, it would be good news. My boss would interview my family and give them a lot of money. That would be my last contribution to the family I truly love."

Your boss?

Saddam suddenly remembered: "Ian Carr?"

Clark nodded. "Yes, he's in New York. Didn't you know? Because of you, he has to appear in court in three days. So he called me over to serve as an interpreter and also as a witness."

Ian Carr!!!

When Saddam heard this name, he felt angry and hateful.

It was him who betrayed himself!
This bastard!

Why did I believe him in the first place?
I'm going to kill him! Kill him!

Saddam glared at Clark: "Where is he?"

Clark shook his head slightly: "You knew you couldn't escape, so you wanted to kill him for revenge?"

Saddam listened to him in a daze.

Seeking revenge on Ian Carr?
Yes!

There was no way for me to escape, but with God's blessing I gained a brief period of freedom.

Perhaps, it was just to seek revenge on Ian Karl!!!

Saddam's eyes sparkled.

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of his freedom!
revenge!

revenge!

revenge!

Uday, Qusay, my sons, I will avenge you!

Clark looked at him expressionlessly: "But I won't tell you, after all, my boss is my payer."

Saddam took a deep breath and said, "I can give you money."

Clark sneered: "You have no money."

"No! I have it!" Saddam said hurriedly. "I have a sum of money hidden in the Russian State Bank. Anyone with a power of attorney and a password can get it. I can't go there, but you can. It's $500 million!"

That's it?

A qualified tyrant should have at least 10 billion US dollars prepared for a fallback plan. You are only cruel, not a qualified tyrant!!!
Clark thought for a moment and said, "You have to call first, let me confirm, and then write a letter of authorization. I will take you to his place. After entering the hotel, you have to tell me the password. If I find out that you are lying, I will call my boss immediately. You know the type of person he is. As long as he has even a second to prepare, it will be difficult for you to kill him."

"Okay!!!" Saddam agreed immediately.

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Saddam took Clark away.

In the shadows of the street, Brydeson's figure appeared.

He watched the two leave and just stood there in the shadows.

After a while, another person came.

It was Ilse Crawshaw.

Brydeson looked at him. "Done?"

Ilze hummed, "We got the surveillance footage. I say, is this how the boss does business?"

Brydeson chuckled: "Don't like it?"

"No, I like it! It means he won't owe me money." Ilse Crawshaw laughed.

Ilze was very happy to see someone who dared to use Saddam as news and a boss who dared to show his subordinates the process of his illegal activities.

This means that Ian Carr trusts himself.

"The boss never owes his own people any debts. And with the boss's appetite, it is impossible for him not to be interested in fat meat like pharmaceutical companies." Brydeson lit a cigarette in a cool manner and walked towards the car next to him.

(End of this chapter)