"Oh, I'm still jet lagged!"
Sitting bored in the back seat of the car, Shepard couldn't help but complain, and then leaned on his long legs beside him.
"It's still comfortable here!"
"Jet lag? I remember it's been three days since you came back, right?"
After Smith, who was sitting in the passenger seat, told the driver the location, he turned to look at Shepard with a look of disdain like an old man's eyes.
"Well, what about that? After all, as we get older, our bodies are not as good as before!"
Shepard replied while resisting Parker's attack on his handsome face.
"Well, a certain old man was having a great time dancing in the bar at two o'clock last night, and how did you get into his anti-war group?"
Since he couldn't grab Shepard's face, Parker could only shift his attack target to his hair. He asked while tearing Shepard's mouth.
"Isn't this simple? If they are against the war, then just say what they want to say!"
Seeing that his handsome back was about to be messed up, Shepard immediately took the dragon's grip and tried to break through with a single sword. Then, the driver suddenly braked and he rolled off Parker's lap.
"What's going on? Someone's robbing you?"
Shepard climbed up from the bottom of the car, looked ahead, and saw a long line of police officers blocking the flow of traffic a hundred meters away.
"What else could it be? Young people are protesting against the war!"
Smith looked helpless. They are working hard to safeguard the interests of the United States. How come today's young people have become like this?
"Forget it, let's find another way!"
The driver then made a U-turn and squeezed out of the traffic. Smith wanted to choose clothes for the two of them to attend a private party in the evening, but this was not what he expected. Fortunately, the other road was still open, and a few people reached the place quickly.
"Take your pick, Uncle Sam will pay for tonight's purchases!"
After getting off the car, Smith gave Parker special instructions, and the latter immediately nodded politely to express his thanks.
"Look, this kid is so polite, no wonder he is a doctor!"
"No, why don't we talk about academic qualifications?"
"But among the few of us, you are the one with the lowest academic qualifications!"
Shepard glanced at the driver, who explained understandingly.
"I graduated from Georgetown University!"
And Smith looked at Shepard's sad and angry eyes and didn't forget to add another sentence.
"Don't look at me either. I graduated from Annapolis Military Academy!"
Shepard immediately gave up arguing with the old guy and decided that today he would kill the old man.
After entering the store, before Shepard could choose any clothes for himself, he saw Parker walking out of the fitting room wearing an elegant skirt. She was already tall and looked even more radiant with the skirt.
And she herself was very satisfied with this dress and immediately started choosing the next one.
After the shopping guide chose clothes for him, Shepard saw the chipless glasses on the shelf nearby. He picked them up casually, came to Parker, pointed to the scholar outfit on her body, and then handed over the glasses.
"How about trying this?"
After Parker took the glasses and put them on his face, the shopping guide girl beside him immediately frowned.
Because after wearing glasses, the original educated beauty looks a little dull, like a country bumpkin who is obsessed with studying.
"Sir, this combination is a failure!"
The shopping guide did not laugh at Shepard. Instead, she prepared to give Parker an outfit that was more suitable for wearing glasses.
"What, you don't want me to dress up nicely?"
"Well, it's not that. I just didn't really want to. You dressed up too beautifully in front of others! It's my fault, I apologize!"
Shepard touched his nose and said awkwardly.
"Then I forgive you! Sorry, I still want this set! Wrap it up too!"
The private party in the evening was held in a high-rise hotel in the city center.
It was a fund-raising party for war-wounded veterans, but it had nothing to do with Shepard. After all, he was not a war-wounded veteran, nor was he a rich man. He was just here to enjoy the banquet.
When Shepard was a little surprised, Parker came out of the locker room still wearing the glasses Shepard chose for her, and her clothes were changed into a women's suit that looked a little old-fashioned. It fits the stereotype of female doctors.
"You don't have to listen to me!"
"It's okay, it's a bit cold at night, so I want to wear thicker clothes!"
Parker's explanation made Shepard even more embarrassed. He originally wanted the other party to change his suit, but Smith's driver suddenly appeared and walked up to the two of them.
"Sir, ma'am, Mr. Smith asked me to take you there!"
"Then let's go!"
Shepard stood up, straightened his clothes, and then followed the driver through the conference hall and into the quiet passage. After passing through several security checks, the two of them were taken to a huge conference room.
In the center of the conference room were four long tables arranged in a zigzag shape. Smith, Morgan, and a few elderly men whom Shepard didn't know were sitting behind the tables. After the two entered the room, Smith pointed to the table in the direction of the door. table.
"Sit here!"
"This is the young man I mentioned to you. He is much more capable than your subordinates!"
After Shepard sat down, Morgan pointed at Shepard and said to an old man with glasses sitting next to him.
The latter rolled his eyes and did not respond.
"Then Mr. John!"
The old man sitting at the head of the desk spoke slowly.
"Yes, sir!"
"Can you please give us some specific information about Angola first?"
The old man pointed to the huge map of Africa in the corner of the room.
"Ok, no problem!"
Immediately, Shepard walked to the map and began to introduce the current situation in Angola to a group of old men in the room.
The most important one is naturally the MPLA supported by the Soviet Union. This is currently the most active armed force in Angola. Not only are they large in number and well-equipped, but the area where they are active is also the essence of Angola.
To the north of the MPLA is the FRELIMO, an armed force supported by forces led by Romania. They are active in the oil region of northern Angola. Although the area is small, because of the oil, the financial pressure will be smaller. However, the scale is not as large as that of the People's Liberation Army.
In the south, in the area close to Japan, UNITA, commanded by Zabi's cheap uncle Savimbi, is active. They own the diamond mining areas in the south. Although they have a large number of people, their scale varies, but Savimbi himself is very capable. , is a hero!
After briefly introducing the three parties, Shepard stopped and waited for questions.
Then, the old man who just asked the question asked again.
"Then who do you think the final winner will be?"
