blogombal Chapter 397 The End of Mossad
Chapter 397 The End of Mossad
Holding the "Aidan Lee" identification, Lin Yan successfully passed through the heavily guarded Israeli checkpoint and officially entered Israel.
The air was filled with the exhilarating atmosphere unique to victory in war.
His Asian features did attract some curious or scrutinizing glances on the streets of Tel Aviv and Jerusalem, but were quickly ignored.
This young country seems to have little time to pay much attention to a "harmless" journalist with a camera.
His lens focused on the stark contrasts and stitched-together marks of this land.
He photographed the Arabic-style architectural remains of the ancient city of Jaffa alongside the modern glass skyscrapers that rise up next to them.
I photographed Jewish people praying devoutly at the Western Wall, completely absorbed in their conversation with God, and vendors shrewdly haggling over a few shekels in the nearby market.
It also captured the sharp-eyed young people passionately debating politics in street cafes, and the families pushing strollers in parks, enjoying a moment of peace.
In fact, the Jewish people's shrewdness in acquiring wealth, their thirst for knowledge, their close-knit family ties, and the astonishing cohesion and worldly success they have shown after a thousand years of separation bear a striking resemblance to the Chinese people.
But Lin Yan's trip was not just for observation.
At night, he disappeared like a ghost, visiting Motorola and Intel's research and development centers in Haifa and Holon, Israel.
He used his spiritual powers to hypnotize the chief engineer, meticulously copying and packaging all the cutting-edge research and experimental data on semiconductor design, chip architecture, and communication protocols, storing them in a spatial dimension and handing them over to Lin Yi, who was far away in Southeast Asia.
This leisurely pace came to an abrupt end on September 19th.
He was eating hummus at a small roadside shop in Tel Aviv at the time.
Inside the store, an old television was playing the news. The Hebrew anchor's voice was urgent and heavy. As the images switched, scenes of the Sabra and Satila refugee camps in the southern suburbs of Beirut appeared—a scene of devastation, corpses lying everywhere, women kneeling and weeping, and international observers and journalists with incredulous horror on their faces.
Although specific details are still being uncovered, keywords such as "massacre," "phalanx," and "Israeli tacit approval and flares" have already exploded like thunder.
The air in the small shop seemed to freeze.
Several diners stopped eating and stared intently at the screen. Some muttered curses, some made the sign of the cross, and many more wore a complex expression of shock, shame, and anger.
On television, the number of victims was vague, ranging from hundreds to possibly thousands, with a large number of them being women and children.
Lin Yan put down the pita bread in his hand.
The food suddenly lost all its flavor.
All that remained in his eyes was a chilling intensity.
That evening, Lin Yan's figure slowly appeared outside a villa in the northern suburbs of Tel Aviv, equipped with sophisticated electronic surveillance and security personnel.
This is a private safe house belonging to Nahum Admoni, the current director of Mossad (Israel's intelligence and special operations agency).
Admoni had just succeeded Yitzhak Khofi in 1982, and was deeply mired in the intelligence quagmire of the Lebanese war and at the center of the international storm surrounding the refugee camp incident.
Lin Yan entered the villa as if passing through an invisible curtain.
In the study, Admoni frowned as he stared at several documents marked "Top Secret," the ash from the cigarette butt between his fingers long.
He was completely unaware that a terrifying presence was already standing behind him.
Lin Yan's divine sense pierced deep into Admoni's consciousness like a probe.
Admoni's body stiffened slightly, his gaze momentarily unfocused, before returning to "normal." He even subconsciously took another drag of his cigarette, completely unaware that the most crucial secrets in his brain were being rapidly reviewed and copied.
Current emergency actions: deployments regarding the post-war situation in Lebanon, records of secret contacts with some Falange commanders, contingency plans for responding to international investigations, and the latest assessments of developments in Syria and Iran.
Planned and pending execution plans include: several targeted elimination plans targeting senior PLO officials scattered across Europe (codename "Dart"), an infiltration plan aimed at obtaining the core code of a new air defense system in an Arab country (codename "Fire Stealing"), and continuous monitoring and subversion instructions for the remaining network of Iraqi nuclear scientists.
Top Secret Files on Past Operations: All the Details of Operation "Operation Opera" (also known as "Operation Babylon") - from obtaining the blueprints for the Osirak nuclear reactor from Iraqi nuclear scientist Hashim through a honey trap and money, to the precise flight paths of the Air Force's F-16 squadrons at extremely low altitudes, and the inside story of the secret cooperation with Iranian intelligence agencies in sharing reconnaissance photos.
The operation codenamed "God's Revenge" is a record of the follow-up actions against the "Black September" organization, including a report on the shooting of Abu Daoud in Dubai in September 1981.
In addition, there are the earliest surveillance files on suspected nuclear facilities in Syria, as well as the core plans for the early development of the 8200 Signals Intelligence Unit.
Lin Yan's biggest gain was an encrypted, dynamically updated list of global agents (partial) and their contact points.
This includes not only names and code names, but also cover identities, cities, emergency contact information, and fragments of activation instructions for long-term "sleepers".
This is the most deadly and fragile gem in the invisible crown that Mossad has built over decades with blood and money.
The information deluge lasted for about fifteen minutes.
Admoni just felt extremely tired, as if he had just finished a high-intensity meeting, and did not notice anything unusual.
Lin Yan quietly left the villa. He copied the data package into a jade slip, put it into his spatial storage, and passed it on to Albert and Alexander respectively.
He gave a direct order:
"Albert, Alexander. Upon receiving the jade slip, immediately utilize all available media resources—newspapers, television, radio. I will ensure that by tomorrow, or at the latest the day after, these names, these actions, and key elements of this list spread throughout the world like a plague."
The report highlights the details of the attack on the Iraqi nuclear reactor, the secret collusion with Iran, evidence of knowledge and complicity regarding the current massacre in Lebanon, and the risk of exposure to its global intelligence network. You're the experts on how to write it. I only want the result—to turn all the rats in Mossad into bedbugs overnight.
Albert and Alexander, far away in Switzerland and New York respectively, did not hesitate or question the moment they received the instructions and the breathtaking data jade slip.
The massive media machine began to spin wildly at maximum efficiency.
The editorial office was brightly lit, and top writers and investigative journalists were urgently summoned to begin writing articles destined to make a global impact, amidst shock and horrifying material.
Meanwhile, the television news producers were busy arranging the visuals, creating charts, and figuring out how to transform complex intelligence documents into visually striking news reports.
Nahum Admoni, sitting in his study, suddenly looked up from the pile of documents, staring blankly at the deep night outside the window, and felt a chill creeping down his spine for no apparent reason.
As the morning light pierced the fog over Tel Aviv on the 19th, the entire nation of Israel—and indeed the entire world—was utterly torn apart by an unprecedented media storm.
The New York Times in the Americas ran a front-page headline in bold: "The Dark Side of Israel: Mossad's Global Agent List Exposed! The Truth About the Lebanese Massacre Shocks the World!" The accompanying photo showed mountains of corpses in the Sabra refugee camp alongside a partial photocopy of an agent list.
Europe's Voice of Truth published a full-page article on a red background titled "The Crimes of Mossad," detailing the precise coordinates of Operation Babylon's destruction of Iraq's nuclear reactor, the details of its secret cooperation with Iranian intelligence agencies, and concrete evidence that the Israeli army provided flares to the Falange during the Lebanese massacre.
The editorial, personally written by the editor-in-chief, was like a sharp sword pointing directly at the Israeli government: "When 'self-defense' becomes a fig leaf for massacre, Israel has stood on the judgment seat of civilization!"
Arab media in the Middle East were in an uproar.
Al Jazeera broadcast footage of the horrific conditions in the refugee camps, with the anchor tearfully denouncing: "The Jewish iron heel is once again trampling on Arab land! Mossad's dark hand reaches out to the whole world!"
Angry citizens simultaneously ignited the flames of protest in reality.
The Israeli government is facing an unprecedented earthquake.
The Prime Minister's office was inundated with calls, and protests from ambassadors from various countries poured in.
The UN Security Council convened an emergency special meeting, and the US Secretary of State unusually publicly condemned Israel, stating, "Israel must give an explanation for the Lebanese tragedy!" Arab countries unanimously demanded sanctions against Israel.
Angry crowds surged into the streets of Tel Aviv.
Protesters holding signs that read "Nahum step down!" and "Sharon resign!" clashed violently with police maintaining order.
Late at night, the Prime Minister's Office convened an emergency closed-door meeting. Sharon's face was ashen, his fingers trembling slightly as he gripped the summary report of international public opinion tightly in his hand.
He knew all too well that this time, Israel's credibility and very foundation for survival were crumbling. Finally, with a long sigh, he announced to the astonished audience, "For the sake of Israel's future, I hereby resign as Foreign Minister and call for a full investigation into Mossad."
At the heart of the storm, Nahum Admoni was being escorted out of his residence by military police.
In the live television broadcast, his ashen face contrasted sharply with the gleam of the handcuffs.
When asked by reporters whether he was aware of the events in Lebanon, he pursed his lips and uttered only two words: "Duty." But this brief answer could not save him, much less save Mossad.
The global operation to "hunt down Mossad agents" began almost simultaneously after the news broke.
The FBI raided a law firm in New York and arrested a "liaison node" of Mossad's North American intelligence network—an agent posing as a partner whose computer contained infiltration plans targeting political figures from multiple countries.
MI5 agents burst into London and tackled the "Sleeper" agent, who was strolling along the Thames, to the ground. The agent's true identity turned out to be a senior advisor to an international organization.
In a high-end restaurant in Paris, a Mossad female agent had just picked up her coffee when an undercover police officer at the next table flashed his badge: "Your cover identity has expired." The coffee cup fell to the ground, the brown liquid spreading on the carpet like a flower of despair.
Within three days, more than 70 Mossad agents worldwide were captured, including some "aces" who had been on the run for more than a decade.
Their arrest not only destroyed Mossad's intelligence network, but also caused Israel to lose face in the international intelligence community.
The once-proud "Eye of the Middle East" has now become a "street rat" wanted by the whole world.
The mastermind behind all of this, Lin Yan, was currently standing in his penthouse suite at the King David Hotel in Jerusalem, overlooking the city trembling in turmoil. He was toying with a Mossad badge he had stolen from Admoni's study, the eagle eye on it gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"Albert, notify all nodes: Full-scale takedown."
"Not a single name on the 'sleepers' list shall be spared. I want Mossad's roots to rot in the soil, down to the last thread."
Outside the window, the golden dome of the holy city still shines brightly in the sunset. From this day forward, the glory of Israel's intelligence agencies has become history.