Jason returned from the detention center to the living area of Team B. Normally, he would need to take off his equipment, tidy up and lie down on the bed to prepare for rest.
The way the special forces work in Afghanistan is to stay in day and night like night owls.
Team B has already carried out two actual arrest missions in a very short period of time since they came here, and they are in urgent need of rest to adjust.
However, Jason was very anxious now.
The death of Captain Porter of Team E made him eager to find the real culprit and avenge his friends.
He did not choose to lie down on the bed and sleep, but asked Lei to take away Team E's post-war report.
Ignoring Lei's persuasion, he returned to the operations center.
Jason read the combat report in detail. Mandy also completed the preliminary interrogation of Achim and rushed to the combat center to meet Jason.
The results of Achim's interrogation were recounted to Jason in detail.
Generally speaking, even Achim didn't know who was behind the explosion that caused Team E to be wiped out and killed.
The reason why he went to hide in a secret residence was just because Talik asked him to do so.
After hearing this worthless information, Jason was very angry.
He said dissatisfied: "So, we tried our best to catch him, but it turned out to be a dead end? Still don't know the real culprit behind the explosion?"
"That's the result of the initial review."
Mandy shrugged helplessly and sighed: "I really don't understand how a homosexual can be a kidney war fighter. If other kidney war fighters knew that they had such a comrade, would they throw him from upstairs? Go down."
"Judging from the way they attacked that house, others may know that they are lovers." Jason said.
"Since they know that they are lovers and are still attacking the house like crazy, there is only one possibility. They don't want you to capture Achim alive." Mandy guessed.
"Then, Achim must know something very important. Whether you can pry open his mouth depends on your ability."
With no clue about this matter yet, Jason asked in a different direction: "Can your technicians now locate the bomb maker? Or where the raw materials for the bomb come from?"
"There is not much work left, and they are all rushing to work as quickly as possible, probably..."
"They're simply not trying their best."
After hearing that it had been so many days since the incident happened, and the source of the bomb had not even been found, Jason only raised his head and angrily interrupted Mandy's words.
“If they’d tried their best, we’d know who it was by now, wouldn’t we?
This bomb looks like it was made by professionals. There are not many people who can make this kind of bomb. As long as you really try your best to investigate, you can easily find it by following this line.
But now, after so many days, you tell me they are still investigating? "
The more Jason spoke, the more excited he became, and the more annoyed he became. Finally, he slapped the table, shocking everyone around the combat center to look over.
Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Jason, after venting his anger, was like a deflated rubber ball, and his calmness returned to his brain.
He knew that being so angry at Mandy was completely irrational.
He rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and apologized to Mandy sincerely: "I'm sorry! I just... I think you can understand my feelings.
I know that you, like us, want to find the mastermind as soon as possible, but I am too impatient. "
"I accept your apology!"
Mandy had worked with Jason for so many years, and she understood Jason's current mood very well, so she didn't feel angry even after being yelled at by Jason.
Still calmly said: "You are right, this is indeed a very professional attack, we will definitely find the bomb maker.
Through the maker, we can find out the real culprit behind the scenes, and finally find out the mastermind of the whole thing.
You should believe that we can do it, because this is our job, and when we find it, you can vent your anger to your heart's content. "
After listening to Mandy's heartfelt words, Jason completely replied calmly.
He sat at the conference table again and said: "They let us live in the dormitory where Team E once lived, and let us sleep on their beds, so my mood... ugh~"
Jason sighed sadly and said nothing more.
"Oh, that's too bad."
Mandy sympathized deeply, knowing that this would be difficult, and asked with concern: "Are your team members okay now?"
"They're doing a better job than I am, and I know they're restraining themselves from thinking too much about other things and just thinking about their jobs."
What Jason said was both correct and incorrect.
Sonny and Ray were indeed restrained, even if they wanted to cut the real culprit into pieces, but they didn't do any better than Jason.
If Jason hadn't been here to hold him down, things would have been in chaos.
For example, Sonny didn't almost hold back. Fortunately, someone like Jason was there who could suppress him, and he noticed it as soon as possible and reminded him.
However, Jason, who always cares about his teammates, is under greater pressure as captain.
Finally, the defense was broken at that moment.
"It's really a good idea not to think about it. Can you keep calm and work?" Mandy asked with concern.
Jason's face was expressionless and he chose silence.
It took more than ten seconds before he left a sentence: "If you find the bomb maker, be sure to notify me as soon as possible."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left the combat center.
Revenge is the haze hanging over Team B's head. No one will be in a good mood unless it is broken.
As the foreign aid intelligence officer of Team B, Mandy occupies an extremely important position. Without her intelligence, nothing can be accomplished.
In fact, the pressure on Mandy's heart was no less than that of Jason.
Now there is no clue in all aspects of the investigation. Mandy is equivalent to a clever woman who can't make a meal without rice. No matter how strong her ability is, there is no place to use it.
In order to find new opportunities, Mandy decided to go out and relax.
However, as soon as Mandy came out of the headquarters, a white man in civilian clothes with a work permit hanging on his chest, who looked like he was not in the army, took the initiative to approach her.
"No one likes the air in Jalalabad. It's always dusty."
The white man casually picked up this topic, walked up to Mandy, took the initiative to extend his right hand and introduced: "My name is Paul Murray."
Mandy has been with the people of Team B for a long time, and she has developed an indifference towards outsiders.
Not only did she not shake the man's extended hand, she didn't even bother to say hello. She looked at him coldly and was about to leave.
Paul was not angry when he was ignored, and asked: "Are you from the DIA (National Intelligence Agency)? Or CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) or NSA (National Security Agency)? Or something else? I have a bunch of abbreviations ."
"Sorry, I don't use abbreviations with strangers. I would rather know what you want from me?"
Mandy stopped, crossed her arms, turned around, and stared at Paul.
