American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Fili sighed inwardly, but remained expressionless. "This Marita Lorenz's experience... well, it's truly fascinating. But no matter what, she's my subordinate now. So, Ms. Armas, please take me to the dungeon and show me what she looks like!"

　-

　Dim light, damp walls, infested with mosquitoes, and a musty smell in the air.

　In the deep and spacious semi-basement, four naked young women were lying in a mess.

　They were all chained to the wall, the rusty iron shackles had long been connected to their delicate ankles or wrists, and were covered with a layer of scarlet blood.

　Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the cold iron gate. But these confused women had already become numb and didn't even think of looking up.

　——Following the one-legged proprietress, they walked through a dark corridor and down a dark staircase. Ms. Armas groped and pushed open a heavy wooden door. Ferry saw such a cruel scene full of temptation and couldn't help but gasp.

　Although he had anticipated such an environment, he still couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

　As for saving them? Putting an end to this evil business?

　Fili didn't have a Madonna complex and never thought about cutting off the bureau's financial resources.

　Only those who have lived in a peaceful and comfortable environment for a long time can develop a complex called "Madonna". Because they have never seen what a truly miserable world is, and they don't know how miserable human fate can be.

　Besides the women in the cell, the adjacent torture chamber also amazed Firi. Along the wall was a row of X-shaped stretching racks of varying sizes, each with four iron rings clearly used to secure the women's hands and feet. There were also various wooden frame-shaped, ring-shaped, and barrel-shaped restraints.

　In the glass case at the back were all sorts of whips, corks, bottles, and syringes, as well as flannel and rubber balls for mouth gags, and rubber oars for boats whose uses were unknown.

　Iron chains with hooks attached were hung from the ceiling, and there were corresponding steel rings on the ground.

　A tall, muscular woman with a light brown body, shiny skin, was hanging here, her ankles fixed to the rings on the ground, her feet spread out to shoulder width. Her wrists were also cuffed and pulled over her head, fixed to the hook hanging from the ceiling.

　Due to the height of the suspension, only the first two or three toes of her sturdy feet were barely touching the ground. Veins bulged and muscles twitched from the strain of her support. Her unkempt hair cascaded down in front of her face, obscuring her features, yet faint, suppressed gasps could be heard through it.

　On the outermost aisle, there was a replica of a medieval-style "Iron Maiden" coffin. Fili walked to the side of the Iron Maiden, looked at it for a while, then reached out and opened it. He then discovered incredibly that there were actually long and sharp spikes inside!

　"Uh...is this thing real?" Fili asked in surprise.

　"Yes! We just moved in the Iron Maiden last month, and we haven't used it yet." The owner of Armas said with a smile, "If any unlucky girl experiences this prop, I think her life will be over.

　However, before it was sent here, someone must have used this thing. I cleaned the blood and stains inside it thoroughly! "

　Well, it's the CIA after all. When it comes to torture, it's even worse than the Inquisition in the Middle Ages.

　Fili didn't want to continue talking about this heavy topic. His eyes wandered around the dungeon, carefully looking around at the imprisoned girls.

　Then, he noticed that all of these women had varying shades of bronze skin, looking like they were of mixed Latin American descent. Although they looked rather gaunt, some even bony, their arms didn't have the dense, dense pores of the "female drug addicts"...

　Of course, it may also be because the technical conditions for taking drugs in this era are not advanced enough and injectable anesthetics are not popular yet.

　Uh, could it be that they are illegal immigrants who sneaked in from Latin America?

　Otherwise, it would be hard for Fili to imagine that the CIA would dare to engage in large-scale slavery in the United States and capture American women for sale...

　Wait, referring to the tragic experience of Marita Lorenz, perhaps the CIA would not dare to do so?

　There was no way. Judging from what he had seen and heard these days, the CIA's bottom line seemed to be that there was no bottom line!

　——If ordinary gangs kidnap young girls and sell them, they might be able to hope that the family will call the police. But if it’s the CIA kidnapping someone, the police won’t dare to intervene!

　Thinking of this, Fili couldn't help but sigh, and stopped looking at him. Instead, he told the landlady to take him to Marita's cell.

　-

　Compared with the Latino women who were previously detained and slept on large bunk beds, the small cell where Marita Lorenz, a pregnant German agent, was imprisoned was obviously in much better conditions. At least it looked clean, with tiled floors and wallpaper, and the ceiling was carefully painted.

　There are seats and dressing mirrors on the wall, and there is even a separate sink and toilet, as well as a white porcelain bathtub.

　Only the hollow iron gate with a fence and a large lock hanging outside the gate showed that this was not a hotel room, but still a prison.

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　In the center of the room stood a luxurious four-poster bed, but it had no canopy, only four bare pillars.

　The light coming into the room from the ventilated skylight just happened to shine on the center of the four-poster bed.

　Ferry looked over from the doorway and was immediately mesmerized by the body gleaming in the sunlight.

　——Just like the girl imprisoned in the dark room before, Marita Lorenz was lying on her back on the bed, sleeping soundly. She was also naked, revealing her smooth and white skin. Only a golden chain was wrapped tightly around her right ankle, fixing her to a bedpost.

　At only twenty-one, Marita was truly captivating. She had a beautiful face, a delicate and elegant appearance, and a long, graceful neck. Every inch of her skin radiated with youthful vitality, so soft it seemed as if water would ooze out if you pinched it. Her smooth, beautiful, fluffy red hair brushed against her large, proud, plump, and soft breasts, like the leaves of a coconut tree covering its ripe, falling coconuts.

　Even the high bulge of cream-colored pregnant belly did not diminish her charm at all, but instead added a touch of maternal tenderness to the girl.

　No wonder even Cuba's Castro, such a world-famous hero, fell in love with her at first sight!

　Although Phili, who lives in Hollywood, had seen many beautiful female stars before, he was still instantly attracted to Marita after seeing her.

　Especially when you think about the fact that she's Castro's woman, pregnant with his child... doesn't it make you even more excited?!

　Ah, I finally understand why Prime Minister Cao was so happy back then!

　After standing there stupidly for a long time, he swallowed and said incoherently in a voice that felt a little dry for some reason, "Well, Ms. Armas, I think letting a pregnant woman sleep in a dungeon is not good for her health after all, and it is too inhumane.

　So, move Marita to my room, which faces the garden and has better air. By the way, the shackles still need to be fastened..."

　Since this was the first time that the CIA had openly issued such an order to abuse public power for personal gain, Phili couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

　However, the one-legged proprietress Armas was slightly stunned when she heard the order, and then she smiled with understanding.

　"Uh... Yes, Captain! I'll wash Marita clean and bring her to your bed in a moment.

　However, what happens next depends on whether you can make her happy."

　"Well, that's good," Fili replied somewhat awkwardly, subconsciously changing the subject. "By the way, the other girls in the dungeon all look like they're of Latin American descent. Did they sneak into the US? Are you planning on training them to entertain clients here?"

　"Yes, some of them are captured illegal refugees, and some are brought in from CIA intelligence stations in Latin American countries. But if nothing unexpected happens, these new girls probably won't be picking up clients here. The CIA is still thinking of selling them for a good price!"

　Ms. Armas smiled and replied, "So, I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Team Leader, who's good at sales, to figure out how to make them sell better."

　"Ah?" Fili was stunned when he heard that.

　I'm not a strong person, and right now I have no room for resistance.

　So, after Fili solemnly promised that he would never abort the baby in her womb, nor use her as a prostitute, nor harm her relatives, and even "possibly" marry her, Marita, the "rose with thorns", obediently opened her legs to Fili.

　In short, after spending a pleasant night holding her in his arms, Ferry held her down and gave her a refreshing morning exercise.

　Only after Marita Lorenz was rendered limp as mud and lying there gasping for breath did Ferry put on his clothes contentedly and clapped his hands.

　"Juanita!"

　"Yes, Master!"

　Hearing the call from the male host, a beautiful girl with honey-colored skin and brown hair immediately walked out from the corner of the room.

　This girl, who was obviously of Hispanic descent, was naked, just like Marita on the bed, just like when she was born. She looked about eleven or twelve years old, with a slender and graceful figure, very beautiful, and her smile was shy and sweet.

　She has gentle eyes like an elk, long brown curly hair lazily draped over her shoulders, and light brown skin that is smooth, delicate and elastic.

　What a pitiful little beauty, Fili exclaimed.

　It's a pity that this beautiful girl had her hometown destroyed by guerrillas or bandits this year, and lost all her relatives. She then fell into the hands of the CIA and finally appeared naked in the dungeon of the "Wave" brothel.

　If she had not been asked by Fili to be a maid, she would probably have been sold to some underground club and suffered endless cruel abuse.

　Well, it's not that Fili would let go of this piece of delicious meat right next to her mouth. But at least Fili is a little more humane and is willing to wait until Juanita grows up.

　"Give Marita a wash, change the sheets, and then continue chaining her to the bed, and finally clean the room."

　Fili instructed Juanita, “There’s food in the refrigerator, and you can call me if you have any problems, but you are absolutely not allowed to go out!

　Juanita, I think you know where this place is. If you run outside, the consequences will be worse than death!"

　"Yes, sir! I will never go out. This room has everything." Juanita replied with a smile.

　——The suite that Ferry lives in now is the residence left by the former team leader Estelline. It is actually a very luxurious bachelor apartment.

　Along the wall stood a large, dark red mahogany cabinet, crammed with coffee, canned goods, tea, premium biscuits, and pastries. Beneath the windowsill sat a small dining table covered with a white cloth and set with bone china tea sets. The brass pendulum of a clock, taller than a person, seemed to swing endlessly.

　All kinds of household appliances that have appeared in this era are also available, including refrigerators, televisions, radios, phonographs, toasters, electric hot pots and coffee machines, as well as a telephone that can only be connected to Firi's office, which is full of the atmosphere of the modern era.

　In addition, this suite has a separate toilet and bathroom, allowing people to maintain a comfortable life without leaving home.

　Last night, Fili spent three hours teaching Juanita how to use all the electrical appliances in the house.

　In short, after kissing the two beauties, one big and one small, Ferry left his beautiful home and went to the office to work.

　-

　Overall, as the acting head of the Cuban Special Task Force, Captain Ferry King currently does not have many official duties.

　Since President Kennedy had already decided to change the target of his first military intervention from Cuba to the Dominican Republic, the "Pluto" plan to invade Cuba was shelved, and all resources were diverted to the Dominican team, leaving Fili with only an empty shell.

　After taking charge of the Cuban team, Firi's main official duties in recent weeks have been to provide backup for the CIA agents who have already infiltrated Cuba, and to ask them to continue with the original assassination of Castro in a perfunctory manner to see if they can get lucky and kill this bearded evasive king.

　Well, if these agents fail in the assassination and choose to escape, or give up the mission and retreat voluntarily, Firi will have to arrange for their support.

　At the same time, as the new team leader, Firi also has to keep in touch with the mercenaries of the 2506th Brigade far away in Guatemala, making them mistakenly believe that the plan to invade Cuba is still moving forward, so as to avoid losing their morale - although Cuba will no longer fight, these mercenaries will still be used to fight the Dominican Republic.

　As for when to tell them the truth? According to Director Dulles' instructions, we should probably wait until they board the fleet and leave the port!

　On the other hand, Firi had to create momentum, deliberately spread some rumors of continuing the invasion of Cuba, and try to get them to Castro's ears.

　In this way, not only can Fidel Castro of Cuba be frightened by the air strike, but the movements of the Dominican Special Task Force can also be covered up, so that Trujillo, the "benefactor of the motherland" of the Dominican Republic, will not discover in advance that the United States is going to send troops to him and be prepared.

　Of course, in Firi's view, even if Trujillo learned of the impending US invasion, he would have no way to prevent the end of the world.

　After all, the "benefactor of the motherland" Trujillo, after a year of crazy and self-destructive behavior, has almost made himself a world enemy in diplomacy.

　Even if he went even further insane and embroidered red flags overnight, it would be difficult for the Soviets to protect this evil dictatorship.

　The Dominican Navy and Air Force in 1961 were indeed first-tier in Latin America, but this ranking was meaningless in front of the US military - even without the US Air Force and Naval Aviation, only the fourth-rate aircraft of the Marine Corps could sweep across the Dominican airspace.

　Not to mention, among the commanders of the Dominican Navy and Air Force, there are already a large number of pro-American liberals, and even the Dominican secret police are filled with CIA and FBI informants. If a war with the United States really comes, it is hard to say how many Dominicans will defect.

　Based on such an all-round crushing power gap, as long as the US government makes up its mind, the fate of the Dominican Republic will be determined.

　No matter how the "benefactor of the motherland" Trujillo struggled in his last moments, his fate was bound to be death.

　Of course, since there is an order from above, this strategic deception must be done seriously. After all, it is not too much trouble.

　Isn't it just to make Castro believe that the Americans still intend to deal with him!

　In Fili's view, as long as he took some time each week to sit in the lobby of the "Wave" brothel and chat with members of the "Cuban Democratic Revolutionary Front", a political poster organized by the CIA and composed of 184 Cuban exile political groups.

　The point was to deliberately show off his close relationship with the Kim family and the new President Kennedy, so that these Cuban exiles would know that the CIA's Cuba team leader change was not because they had given up on Cuba, but because the new president's cronies had parachuted in to take the credit...

　Next, the spies mixed in with this group of exiles would probably pass this information to Castro.

　If this is not enough, let the "Free Cuba" radio station, which is responsible for propaganda targeting Cubans, broadcast more content calling for the killing of Castro, or even deliberately let reporters sneak into the mercenary training base in Guatemala, shoot a video, and find a local TV station to broadcast it.

　Finally, after the fleet carrying the Cuban brigade has set sail, CIA planes will drop some paratrooper dummies into Cuba...

　Then, according to Firi's prediction, Castro should be kept on edge until the very end when the battle in the Dominican Republic begins.

　However, although official duties are not difficult, private work is quite difficult.

　——Before joining the CIA, Phili never dreamed that the CIA’s largest “surplus goods” at the moment were female slaves!

　The reason why the CIA agreed to parachute in Fieri, the Pentagon's top salesman, was, on the one hand, to please the new President Kennedy, and on the other hand, to use his marketing skills to strengthen and expand the CIA's human trafficking business!

　The "Wave" brothel in Coral Gables, Florida, is one of the human trafficking distribution centers secretly built by the CIA!

　Just like that, Fili was shocked to find that he seemed to be going to be a human trafficker!

　From a gold medal salesman at the Pentagon to an extraordinary human trafficker at the CIA?

　It sounds like this is a hundred times more shameless than selling those war surplus materials in the past, okay?

　But there is no way around it - in the early years of the Cold War, the CIA's main gray income came from human trafficking!

　Well, this is not to say that the CIA had a change of heart after the Cold War and stopped engaging in this harmful business. Rather, it was because the CIA at that time could easily obtain tributes from global drug lords and no longer cared about the small amount of money from human trafficking, so it marginalized human trafficking.

　It can be roughly compared to a dark version of "industrial upgrading" - after becoming a drug lord, he is too lazy to be a human trafficker with little pay and much work.

　But in the early 1960s, most of the world's underground drug trafficking business still continued the inertia of the colonial era and was controlled by the French intelligence agencies and the gangs they controlled. The world's largest drug production base was in Turkey, which was temporarily out of reach of the CIA.

　Not to mention the European market, even the five major mafia families in New York, USA, can only look to the French to get drugs and earn a little hard-earned money when trafficking drugs.

　The Golden Triangle of Southeast Asia, which later became famous, was still isolated from the world's drug trafficking market because the United States had not yet participated in the Vietnam War.

　As for Latin America, which is deeply influenced by the United States, there are no large-scale drug lords yet, so the CIA has to open up new areas and impart skills first. Apart from anything else, it will take a long time just to let inexperienced South American farmers master the habits of new crops and avoid losing their "special herbs".

　So, up to now, the CIA has not made much money from the drug trafficking business.

　In short, apart from taking advantage of the convenience of carrying out missions to plunder and extort money from third world countries like the early colonial bandits, the CIA's main source of income now is to kidnap women from all over the world and then sell them in the United States.

　There was no need to worry about the supply of goods. As described in the famous novel "One Hundred Years of Solitude," Latin America has been plagued by frequent coups, mutinies, and guerrilla warfare since it broke free from colonial rule. The government army is certainly incompetent, and the guerrillas are often no different from bandits.

　The continuous wars caused countless Latin American women to lose the protection of their families and eventually fall into the hands of the CIA's overseas intelligence stations.