Chapter 865: When It Ends

To be honest, the international counter-terrorism conference had just ended not long ago, and Unit 7472 was still at the center of public attention. At this critical juncture, Gu Ji actually didn’t want to expose it too much.

But he really had no choice.

Judging from last week’s brief contact with Ghabari, this person was relatively arrogant and inherently suspicious, questioning him repeatedly.

So.

To gain trust and complete the side mission in just a few minutes, he needed to present a well-known identity to earn Ghabari’s respect.

Imagine a beggar and a businessman both approaching you for a partnership; almost everyone would choose the latter.

That’s the power of trust endorsement.

Gu Ji was now leveraging the name of Unit 7472 to quickly raise his status and importance.

And as expected.

Ghabari’s breathing became rapid upon hearing that string of numbers.

It took him a long moment to process before he regained composure and asked, “Are you really from Unit 7472? Why should I believe you?”

“You don’t need to believe. Anyway, what you want is with me; you can take it anytime.”

After saying this, Gu Ji leaned back from the phone and said nothing more.

Sometimes, speaking too much can actually lose the sense of mystery.

The secret policeman put the phone back to his ear, nodded a few times, and then gave a signal to the two subordinates beside Gu Ji.

Immediately, they took a cloth bag from him.

Upon opening it, they found pieces of the [Poison Needle Trap] mine inside.

So, it didn’t take long.

A black bulletproof SUV and an assault car drove over from the direction of the station, stopping near the accident site.

The secret police escorted Gu Ji again, bringing him to the car.

The window rolled down, and inside sat the gray-haired Ghabari.

He took the fragments, glanced at them, his pupils shrank, and he tossed them to a subordinate for verification, then carefully scrutinized Gu Ji standing in front of him.

Although Gu Ji outwardly appeared calm and composed.

In reality, he was inwardly anxious beyond words.

Every second was extremely precious to him right now.

But if he appeared too anxious or urged them, the “high-status image” he painstakingly built would be greatly diminished.

“Major General, light reflection shows that the coating on the surface of this item has a strong absorption and refraction rate to external light sources. Preliminary judgment suggests it has some optical stealth capability!”

“Wonderful!!”

Even Ghabari, who had long been in a high position, couldn’t suppress his delight, and looked at Gu Ji with eyes full of a “hidden treasure” feeling, “Quick! Release him!”

“Yes!”

The subordinate acknowledged, hurriedly pulling out a tactical knife, cutting the nylon tie on Gu Ji’s wrist.

As he flexed his wrists.

The game notification sound finally rang again.

[Side Objective: Successfully gained Ghabari’s trust!]

[Activated Hidden Objective: Prevent Savama’s attack!]

Prevent the attack?

Gu Ji was full of questions and, turning his head, only then noticed that none of the onlookers had left but were all sealed in by the Revolutionary Guard.

He couldn’t help but think back to last week’s moment before death.

Hasha seemed to mention that they had sealed the entire train, checking each passenger, determined to find the seller and the Mossad-infiltrated disguised special agents.

Could it be that Savama plans to act against Mossad?

“Amin Vahid, hmm…”

Inside the car, Ghabari seemed to have already found his identity information and picked up a piece of mine fragment, playing with it in his hand, “There are reports that this thing comes from your Unit 7472, so tell me, what’s your purpose!”

“Your information must be from the US DIA.”

Gu Ji simply and bluntly retorted, shocking Ghabari.

It was no wonder he could guess everything so accurately.

Because, until now, the [Poison Needle Trap] mine had only been exposed three times:

Once at the bomb checkpoint, Volut New York branch research lab;

Once at the Tokyo subway station, capturing Liangben, rescuing Jian Na’s mother;

The last time was during the air disaster checkpoint, discovered by a blond.

First of all, Iran has almost no connection with Japan, but the United States is different; its attitude towards the latter is no less than towards Israel.

So, intelligence on the [Poison Needle Trap] mine most likely came from Savama spies planted within the DIA.

Before Ghabari could respond, Gu Ji kept speaking to himself.

“I can tell you clearly, the source of this thing isn’t with our Unit 7472, but from Japan. Since you could dig up intelligence about this, I believe you must have heard somewhat about DIA’s secret operations in Japan.”

“Do you mean the world-shocking temple massacre at the end of last year?!”

Ghabari squinted his eyes, subconsciously responding.

“That’s right.”

Gu Ji nodded, “That was not a simple internal conflict, it involved a lot of intelligence agencies, including clues of this kind of thing. Otherwise, would the DIA go to such lengths to attend a gangster’s funeral in Japan?”

These half-true stories of his completely lured Ghabari in.

This was one of the strategies Gu Ji thought of after recognizing the blond at the time.

He knew very well that whether it was the DIA, CIA, FBI, the Japan Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Room, or other forces, they were all now eyeing his Unit 7472.

If these people really found out that Unit 7472 was hiding a lot of black technology weapons.

Then, from now on, Jian Na, Wa Xueming, Baron, and others would probably have no peaceful days ahead.

These intelligence agencies would definitely turn every stone to dig them out!