Chapter 1339 - 1132: The Operations Division's Assassination Plan (Part 3)

He deliberately used the word "trouble" instead of "target," trying to convey a more subtle and constrained intention for the action.

Jackson seemed to have also caught that subtle difference and expectation in the Deputy Director's words.

"Director."

After a moment, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Public channels and large-scale military operations are indeed limited, and the political cost is too high. But some 'troubles' might be resolved in a more traditional, discreet way."

As he said this, he glanced around at everyone, confirming they were all listening.

"We can consider initiating unconventional 'wet work.' Song Heping is not a god; he has to eat, drink, and come into contact with items. We have operated in Siria for many years; it's not that we lack dormant resources and connections. We could try activating dormant personnel, or, more effectively, look for opportunities to buy people close to him—cooks, attendants, bodyguards, even a cleaner who can access his food."

"You mean..."

Erin seemed to have guessed some of the meaning in the words.

"Poison."

Jackson uttered the word, and the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop by a few degrees.

"This currently appears to be the most covert, relatively high-success-rate method, and the most difficult to trace afterward. It only requires a bit of special, hard-to-detect poison, and an insider bought with money or fear to solve the problem. Afterward, it can entirely be blamed on the complex internal factional struggles within Siria, or an accident caused by their own poor sanitary conditions—low cost and highly deniable."

There was a brief, extremely silent pause in the conference room.

This type of assassination proposal is not uncommon in CIA high-level meetings, but each time it is formally proposed, it is like a cold giant stone thrown into the water, silent yet with a heavy weight and piercing chill.

Simon inwardly rejoiced, but his face showed a deliberative gravity and hesitation, as if weighing an extremely difficult decision.

He was silent for a few seconds, his fingers lightly tapping on the briefing, then he slowly nodded, looking sharply at Jackson: "This is an unconventional idea, Jackson. Considering the target's special nature, the complexity of the current situation, and the limitations we face, this might be a direction worth in-depth evaluation."

He seemed to have made up his mind, "Alright, Jack, you're in charge of following up on this matter. Immediately organize the most reliable, elite team to develop a detailed and thorough action plan. Code name... call it the 'Silence Plan.' Remember, highest confidentiality level, the scope of knowledge must be strictly limited to the smallest extent. I need to see a detailed feasibility assessment report and risk control plan as soon as possible."

"Understood, Director. I'll get started right away."

Jackson nodded to accept the order, his expression solemn, as if taking on a sacred and formidable task.

Simon looked around at the various directors present, seeing their varied expressions—some agreeing, some worried, and some expressionless.

"Alright, gentlemen, that's it for today's meeting. Each department should continue to thoroughly evaluate the pros and cons of various plans according to the discussions just now, especially Jackson's 'Silence Plan'. It needs to go through the strictest scrutiny, any issues can be reported to me. Dismissed."

The officials rose, collected their documents, and left the conference room quietly chatting.

Finally, only Simon was left in the room.

The heavy wooden door isolated the outside world.

He still sat in the chair without moving immediately, just leaned back deeply against the chair.

The first move in the game had finally been made with some danger but without mishap.

He had approved a plan seemingly determined to eliminate Song Heping, but in reality, from the moment it was approved, the plan was destined to head towards "inevitable failure" under his covert manipulation.

"Song Heping, you owe me another favor!"

He gritted his teeth, speaking to himself with slight resentment and indignation.