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Mitch Rapp, the world's most powerful crime lord, is called upon to protect Damian Losa from Russia's narcotic plan. Rapp, with extensive experience in the Middle East, discovers the drug is not produced by Damascus but by Russia's asymmetrical warfare unit. Rapp devises a desperate plan to force the US into a battlefield where allegiances shift rapidly. If Russia uncovers their plot, it could lead to a confrontation that could change human history.

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Summary of Code Red by Vince Flynn and Kyle Mills: A Mitch Rapp Novel by Kyle Mills

Mitch Rapp, a powerful crime lord, protects Damian Losa from Russia's narcotic plan. He discovers the drug is produced by Russia's asymmetrical warfare unit, potentially leading to a significant confrontation.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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PROLOGUE

Absaar Mousa, an expert on intricate operations, observes the city's port and the port's cargo, which he believes is a swarm of insects carrying toys. He examines a docked transport ship and finds a container containing fteen metric tons of captagon, a narcotic rarely seen in Europe but popular in the Middle East. Mousa has taken captagon while fighting for the Islamic State in Syria and later became involved in its manufacture and distribution. The drug in the container was a unique formulation powerful enough to change the tide of the war against the West and tip the scale back in the direction of God's army. Mousa has spent the last twenty months developing a European distribution network made up exclusively of Believers, bribing European government offices, setting up clandestine distribution centers, securing weapons, and putting devoted personnel in place.

The war has begun anew, but on a different battle field. Mousa admits that the followers of Islam would never be a match for the West's military, and his movement would never be victorious trying to penetrate the armor of its enemy directly. Instead, they had to be hit where they were weak, in the soft ank that had been ignored by his brothers as they became more interested in glory and vengeance than victory.

Mousa, a man who had spent two years preparing for a mission in the Syrian port of Tartus, was awoken by a phone message. He had been preparing for the mission for two years and had been monitoring the port's entry. The truck carrying the container was unloaded and headed towards the crane that had secured it. The truck was stopped by two service cars, which blocked the truck and revealed a group of port workers armed with various weapons.

Mousa's initial shock turned into rage and despair as he sent a text to his team, who had been betrayed by European authorities. The Italians were about to learn that they were no longer dealing with the old women who made up their maa. A new kind of drug demanded a new kind of criminal.

Ja'far Saeed, the driver, rammed the truck in front of him, causing it to skid sideways and skid awkwardly until its tires were torn from the rims. The people on the dock tried to escape, but no one red their weapons. They wanted Mousa alive and wanted to force him to give up his brothers and turn his back on God.

Saeed accelerated towards a dockworker, but the gun started again when he twisted the wheel left and accelerated toward a eeing man dressed as a dockworker. Holes appeared in his windshield, but he paid no attention. Glass embedded in his face blinded him in one eye, but there was no pain.

Saeed fought his way to his feet and saw the vague outline of a human a few meters ahead. The bullets impacting him were barely noticeable as he charged forward and dove at the gate, holding on with what strength he had left as the ames enveloped them. By that point, Mousa could no longer see but was still capable of hearing his victim's screams.

CHAPTER 1

MITCH Rapp and his men were scanning for threats in the Hindu Kush mountain range, which dominated the region and provided both danger and survival for the local inhabitants. The Afghans were hearty souls, and the US military had aimed to deliver them from oppression, provide education, healthcare, and build infrastructure. However, the Americans had never managed to assemble an Afghan government that wasn't a combination of the Three Stooges and Dr. Evil. This created an environment where the US military had to take over the administration of the country's airs, while Afghan officials focused on stealing everything that wasn't nailed down. Ironically, what kept Afghanistan on a reasonably even keel during the occupation was their confidence in the American one, which was more reliable than the Taliban.

When the war ended, the locals chose the Taliban, which was brutal and predictable, providing the best facsimile of stability in the region. The US government's failure at every level was a failure that the exhausted American people now preferred to pretend never happened.

Over twenty Americans were trapped in Afghanistan under Taliban rule, with the media not seeing any benefit in airing the issue. With Irene Kennedy back in control of the CIA, the clandestine services were finally able to start tackling the issue. Rapp returned to Afghanistan to deal with an exception, two American nationals being held in a village near the village. Negotiations had gone nowhere, and after an offer of a million US dollars, Kennedy decided to extract the hostages by a more direct method.

The question was why the group didn't want the money or start a ght they were destined to lose. Based on the best intel available, they were an extended family group consisting of maybe forty individuals living in the middle of nowhere. Rapp suspected it had less to do with the Afghans than it did the former US president and his CIA chief, Anthony Cook.

With the hurricane blowing in Langley, it was not far-fetched that a faction still loyal to the former administration was trying to lure Rapp into an ambush. He had been Kennedy's operational right hand for decades and losing him would be a significant blow to her.

CHAPTER 2

In a restaurant, a young woman named Damian Losa introduces himself as a chef and a connoisseur of Italian cuisine. She mentions a wonderful exhibit near Madrid and invites him to take the time to see it. Losa is intrigued by her beauty and the quality of ingredients used in her dishes. He mentions his mother's cooking skills and the importance of family in his upbringing.

Losa's attention is drawn to his wine, but he doesn't care about Italian food. Instead, he pretended to sip the wine in front of him, influenced by memories of his mother making tortillas. Losa wonders if she would recognize him as a powerful criminal, and if she would mistake people's fear for respect and social standing.

Losa's interest in technology and augmented reality is also sparked by the changing world. He wonders if her incredible breadth of knowledge extends to the bedroom and if she would mistake people's fear for respect and social standing. The restaurant's focus shifts to the coastline and the city of Salerno, where he can see individual trucks dropping their cargo and picking up new loads.

Losa tries his hand at the sh, which he finds delicious. She shares a charming story about her childhood penchant for stealing chocolate from a local restaurant's kitchen. As distant spotlights come to life over her perfect shoulder, a gunshot is heard, causing everyone to turn towards the percussive sound.

Losa, a former drug lord, is a man who has been involved in the narcotics trade for years. He was informed about a shipment of reformulated captagon tablets leaving Tartus for Salerno and decided to inform the authorities using his European contacts. However, he couldn't afford this luxury, as the Syrian government had transformed the country into a narco-state with their European infrastructure and developed a product that Losa's chemists couldn't reproduce. Losa's life had been one of careful action based on hard data, which set him apart from his peers.

As he watched re suppression vehicles arrive on the dock, he realized that the war ahead would be long and brutal. With limited information, it was impossible to make intelligent moves on the chessboard. He needed someone to stand in for him, someone who could navigate the environment there and survive long enough to gather the necessary information and contacts. The Girl pulled him back into the present, and he smiled more sincerity. No decisions would be made that evening, and it would take a few sleepless nights to sort all this out.

Losa's dinner companion, the Girl, suggested that he should not be so understanding, as it's an insuerable trait in a dinner companion. From now on, he will have his full attention.

CHAPTER 3

Rapp and his team were approaching a starlit village, and Scott Coleman whispered that the village was dead. Rapp, a former SEAL, gave them a sitrep and instructed them to move in. They climbed a steep rock face and reached the village's first building, where they shot a controlled burst at it. Gunfire erupted, and the peace was broken. Rapp then turned to an ancient animal trough and filled it with water from recent rains. He shouted, "They knew we were coming!" The gunfire ceased, and Rapp and his teammates fell in behind.

As they continued to the extraction point, a chopper appeared and began to descend. Rapp cut left and stopped, waving his men on. The chopper was airborne and banking toward their base of operations. The actual target was a village about a mile to the north, and the Afghans would get a kick out of it. The locals would use this as proof of their mastery over the desert, the superiority of their way of life, and God's love for them.

Human nature often embraces the inferiority of one's enemies, but Rapp knew the Afghans would get a kick out of it. This bias prevented people from thinking too hard about the plausibility of their actions, as no one liked a killjoy.

CHAPTER 4

Rapp, a former US soldier, finds himself in Afghanistan, where he feels a sense of belonging and belonging to Virginia and South Africa. He feels the need to circle the wagons to keep his enemies out and bring only those he cares about inside. The enemy is becoming harder to identify, and anyone who doesn't put country before ambition ends up with a blade in their back.

Rapp trades his combat gear for traditional Afghan garb and trailrunning shoes to appear familiar and avoid immediate reworks. The village he was walking toward was likely set up for an ambush, possibly by factions in America's intelligence community who had convinced the Afghans to hold on to their hostages for a side job. The Americans had been planning to attack the village early, but the Afghans were afraid of a Reaper drone circling overhead.

The Afghans are predictable and have been doing the same things for a thousand years. When the Americans screwed up, they analyzed what had gone wrong, cleaned their weapons, revisited their strategies, and upgraded their technology. The Afghans see Rapp's death as money for food and shelter, possibly revenge on a former rival or bragging rights when it comes to finding a wife. The betrayal is not here, but back home.