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Chapter 1088 Things always take a turn for the better; look how my bad situation turned into a good

This is what Uncle Kim does when we go to Phnom Penh.

In order to secure the funds that might be "diverted," the colleagues at Phnom Penh Station were happy to help Uncle Kim "create" one or even several such "bears," as well as a complete set of "confessions" and "maps," to prove that Taiwan's "Xiangjiang Project" was rotten to the core from planning to execution, and that it was not worthy of continuing to squander large sums of US dollars.

Do you need witnesses?

On the same day, three Phnom Penh liaisons who had participated in the early preparations for Operation Xiangjiang cried and begged to sign and seal the document, saying that Taiwan's plan was full of loopholes from the beginning, the route planning was full of flaws, the secrecy measures were a mere formality, and failure was inevitable.

Although, according to the testimony, that person couldn't even write Chinese characters...

Do you need physical evidence?

The website worked overnight to compile a thick stack of reports on the vulnerabilities of the proposed solution submitted by Taiwan, the capability assessment of the execution team, and a list of mistakes made in the preliminary preparations. The reports were logically clear, the evidence chain was complete, and even the punctuation was flawless.

Although Zhang Peizhi, who was already growing mushrooms underground, didn't even know that he had written such a plan.

Do you need a statement?

It's even simpler. A Taiwanese operative, who was probably dragged from some slum, "suddenly realized his mistake" that very day and confessed all the errors made by the Taiwanese intelligence department, even revealing all the dirty secrets about his superior.

Although the superior mentioned by this outsider was someone the Taiwanese authorities didn't even know existed...

Within two days, a complete report on the responsibility for the failure of the Xiangjiang Operation was neatly placed on his desk.

The report clearly states that the failure of the operation was entirely the responsibility of the Taiwanese intelligence department, due to planning errors, poor execution, and failure to maintain secrecy; it had nothing to do with the CIA.

With this report, he can not only perfectly shift the blame and absolve the CIA of responsibility, but also legitimately freeze the 1.4 million dollar special grant to Taiwan.

This money must not fall into the hands of Taiwanese people and be used to harm our motherland.

He could also use this money to keep the desperate CIA agents in the Asian region firmly in place, further solidify his position, and deliver more and more crucial intelligence to his country.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Everything was progressing smoothly. Jin Wumai had even drafted a report outline, preparing to formally submit a "negative assessment" of Taiwan's operational capabilities upon returning to the Seventh Fleet base, and recommending a temporary suspension or stricter oversight of the disbursement of some funds.

then……

Just as he was "on the way" to Bianhe Base, hoping to get some "scraps" from Miller about the local garrison's evaluation of the Taiwanese advisory group to enrich his report, that damned rocket came.

Hmm? Are you confused here? What is the Taiwan Advisory Group?

Speaking of which, when it comes to doing nothing right and stirring up trouble everywhere, that unfilial son on the other side has always been "outstanding".

As early as 1961, with the help of the United States, they sent a military advisory group to southern Vietnam under the guise of "assisting allies in opposing the CCP" and launched the so-called "Zhongxing Plan".

On the surface, they were training new recruits for the South Vietnamese army, providing special operations guidance, building intelligence networks, and even directly participating in guerrilla warfare against North Vietnam. Behind the scenes, however, they used South Vietnam as a forward springboard against mainland China. Taking advantage of South Vietnam's geographical location, they secretly infiltrated personnel into the southwestern border of the mainland, turned border residents against their cause, and collected intelligence. Even the Xiangjiang Operation, which ultimately failed, was carried out based on the network they built in South Vietnam and Cambodia.

Of course, their "business" goes far beyond that.

For a time, the British discovered the famous supply line to northern Vietnam and wanted to cut it off. Taiwanese special forces then secretly joined the fight as mercenaries!

The US provided the funding, Taiwan provided the personnel, and it was quite expensive—a monthly salary of $500, which was an astronomical sum at the time…

Even more remarkable was China Airlines. In 1962, just three years after its establishment, China Airlines set up the "Nam Sing Office" in Saigon, taking over the CIA's special mission of airdropping supplies into the jungles of Koh Chi.

That's a life-threatening job that even bald eagles wouldn't do.

What was the result? By 1967, the Taiwanese air transport team aiding Vietnam had lost 3 transport planes and 25 people, including 17 pilots.

These people lost their lives in the tropical rainforests of the Indochina Peninsula.

In addition, they also provided military supplies: in 1961, they donated 2 hand grenades, specially replaced the Chinese instruction manuals with Vietnamese versions, and painstakingly erased all markings.

This group continued their activities until the eve of Saigon's fall, when they finally made a hasty retreat.

During the evacuation, confidential documents were burned for three days and three nights, reducing more than a decade of diplomatic aid archives to ashes. As the last few advisors squeezed onto the plane to escape back to Taiwan, the South Vietnamese president, Nguyen, had just stepped down and arrived in Taiwan—master and servant, indeed, ended up together.

So, these "advisors" provided a comprehensive range of services, from military advisory and special operations to airdropped supplies, espionage, and grenade delivery and landing craft support. Unfortunately, despite their meticulous planning, they ultimately came up empty-handed.

Let's take the present as an example...

A group of people spent two years in southern Vietnam, but not only did they fail to develop any decent combat capabilities for the Vietnamese army, they also liked to interfere with the US military's operational plans, making all sorts of foolish moves. This made the US military in Vietnam extremely disgusted with them from top to bottom, and they privately cursed them as "useless cowards who only dragged the country down."

Miller had complained to Uncle Jin more than once that these Taiwanese advisors, besides hogging supplies from the US and boasting about their "bandit suppression experience," couldn't do anything worthwhile. Several times, the operations of the South Vietnam army collapsed because of these people's bad command.

And that's exactly the kind of praise Uncle Kim wants.

By including negative reviews of the local garrison and the lackluster performance of the Taiwanese advisory group in southern Vietnam in the report, it can be definitively proven that the Taiwanese authorities are simply incapable of funding large-scale covert operations, and the parliament will only approve the application to freeze funding more quickly.

He never expected that the deadly rockets would come as soon as he followed Miller onto the tarmac.

When the first explosion rang out in the center of the tarmac, Uncle Jin didn't panic at all.

Twenty years of undercover work had long since rendered him indifferent to the sounds of death.

But he hadn't expected the guerrillas' firepower to be so intense and its coverage so wide. Rockets rained down like a storm, and the mushroom cloud from the oil depot's explosion blotted out the sun. The entire base was turned into a sea of ​​fire in just a few minutes.

This was not the usual harassment by the North Vietnam guerrillas, which only engaged in small-scale skirmishes.

The three-three ambush points, the tiered fire coverage, the priority to strike high-value military targets, cut off retreat routes and block reinforcements, and the landing points of each round of rockets are not random!

This familiar operation...

They're one of our own.

While Uncle Jin was still in a daze, Miller, who had just made his grand vow, turned pale with fright and only managed to mumble a shout:

"Attack! Run!"

He no longer cared about Jin Wumai and, like a stray dog, stumbled and fled frantically toward the air-raid shelter not far away, not even bothering to pick up the military cap that had fallen to the ground.

Bald Eagles have always been like this; their so-called "comradeship" is just talk. When it comes to life and death, their first concern is always their own life.

Miller's shout was already fulfilling his so-called "colleague duty," and expecting him to risk his life to pull Uncle Kim along was simply a pipe dream.

Jin Wumai's eyes cleared instantly, and all the confusion and absurdity were instantly replaced by the instinct to survive.

I must not die.

He absolutely cannot die here.

After twenty years of lurking in the shadows, he had not yet completed his mission, had not yet firmly grasped the huge sum of money in Taiwan, and had not yet secured more strategic opportunities for the motherland. — He died, the lurking line was severed, all efforts were in vain, and the country could no longer obtain the core intelligence of the CIA Far East system.

Without the slightest hesitation, Uncle Jin lowered his body and, using the helicopter wreckage as cover, quickly followed.

He ran fast, keeping his center of gravity extremely low, avoiding the flying debris and scorching blasts of air, but his mind was unusually clear. As he ran, he quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to determine the pattern of the rocket's impact points and find the best escape route.

Uncle Jin knew very well that the air-raid shelter was their only chance of survival, but Miller was running too fast, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther, while the bombardment of rockets was becoming more and more intense. Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, and if they were not careful, they would be torn apart by shrapnel or shock waves.

Just as he caught up with Miller in a few strides, and was only a few steps away from the entrance of the air-raid shelter—

call out!

Another whooshing sound came from the air.

But this time, the sound was wrong.

"Damn it... Which genius in the family invented this kind of equipment? Do they really want to kill me?!"