"So when you have nothing to do, you come to these places to play? Your hobbies are really unexpected."
It seemed from his words that John still didn't trust Ahmed very much. He looked up and looked around, feeling that there was no point in staying.
He sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, let's go!"
"Kitts, don't touch that pipe."
When Sergeant Major John left, he did not forget to remind the team members who were groping around.
"This place is quite fun." Kitts joked when he walked out.
"You're not as useful as you say you are."
Sergeant Major John mocked Ahmed and called on everyone to continue searching: "Let's go to the next house."
Jackie Chan silently observed the whole process.
He was here to help, there was no need to jump out and find too much work for himself.
Two hours later!
After checking for a long time with no results, Sergeant John had to lead the team back.
When they drove to an intersection, the team that went to another town to check was already waiting at this place.
The car that Jackie Chan was in stopped, and the two groups of people met at the intersection.
"What to do next?" JJ asked John somewhat seriously.
"Anyway, we still have a few hours. Let's fill our stomachs first. Is there any barbecue? Porridge." Sergeant Major John asked.
"What do you think?" Porridge laughed.
The implication is clear.
"Then take it all out and eat later."
Following Sergeant Major John's instructions, everyone took down the barbecue equipment from the car.
Find a place and prepare to start barbecue.
By the way, everyone also needs to get together and think about the next journey.
After all, if I keep searching like this, I feel like I've found nothing, and I have to find another way.
"No matter what they say about us, Ahmed, we are not all beasts, except for porridge, of course." Sergeant John joked.
Then everyone picked up the beer in their hands, raised their glasses to the sky, and said in unison: "Here's to Jiejie."
Jiejie was killed by a car bomb, and everyone was still very sad about his death.
"Everyone, tell me, when will it be our Stephen's turn to drink his beer? Haha," Porridge said with a smile.
Stephen is sitting in the gun tower. He needs to be responsible for giving an introduction to the sentry. Afghanistan is such a dangerous place, and the wilderness is impossible without boundaries.
Who knows if a bunch of Taliban might pop up somewhere.
"I haven't thought about this issue at all, Stephen, do you want to drink?" John asked with raised eyebrows.
"Whenever you say, sir."
Stephen was very smart and passed the words to the commander, Sergeant Major John.
"Enjoy it."
Sergeant Major John picked up a hall of beer and threw it to Stephen without saying a word.
"Thank you, boss."
Stephen took the beer neatly, opened the lid and held it up high, laughing and saying, "Brothers, you can do whatever you want."
Long Zhan, on the sidelines, felt that it was unreasonable for John to continue investigating like this. From his perspective as a veteran, he had to have clues before doing anything.
"How about we go find our boss or others and see if they can provide some list information." Long Zhan reminded John.
John looked at Long Zhan, who rarely spoke, but felt that what he said made sense.
then.
After eating the barbecue Chinese meal, John immediately returned to the headquarters and went to find his boss alone.
The boss was picking up apples in the dining room. There were a lot of fruits on the dining room, including oranges, pears, and oranges. He chose from a pot of apples and picked the largest and most beautiful one in his hand.
The soldiers were working hard outside, and it was like the officers to pick which fruit was delicious.
What an irony!
Sergeant Major John opened the door and came in. He frowned when he saw this scene and said sarcastically: "What do you think of these apples? Boss."
"I think these apples are great, I love them so much," the boss replied nonchalantly.
"I wouldn't normally trouble you with something like this, but you're the only one here who can get things done."
John felt a little unhappy, but he had something to ask for, so he could only flatter his boss first.
"Really? What's the problem?" asked the boss.
"We kept going out and finding nothing. We kept putting my people in danger, and it felt like moving sand around a sand trap, which was very unsettling," said Master Sgt. John.
"Well, I heard that you have been stuck in an infinite loop before. Listen, your task is to find the factory that makes bombs. As for how to find them, just use your imagination. Do it in your own way. ."
It seems that this is what the boss said, but it feels like he said it but not at the same time.
Complete nonsense literature!
"I don't think you'll like my way." There was something in John's words.
"It doesn't matter whether I like it or not, especially when I don't know. I'm sorry I don't have anyone to solve your problem. Have a nice day."
It seems that the boss didn’t say this, but in fact he revealed a lot.
"I don't understand. I hope you have a good day too."
John had already received the hint from his boss and went straight to the intelligence office at the airport.
The head of the Intelligence Department is very serious, and most people would not dare to deal with him when they see him, but Sergeant Major John is already very familiar with him.
John pushed open the glass door and walked in.
The person in charge of the Intelligence Department had obviously received the notice in advance. When he saw John coming, he immediately went to the printer to print out a document.
No need to ask or speak.
"Declan," John called after him.
"John, what brought you here?" Declan said with his back turned.
"Do me a favor." John said straight to the point.
"I think you came here to take advantage of me. You just want my brain and the things in my brain." Declan said seemingly coldly.
"Oh, you are not a generous lover." John teased.
"That's because you never invited me to dinner first. So I refused to help you. It took me several years to get this military rank. I will not demote myself for you.
Since I just saw you and Vox, and there was no friendly conversation, I can't possibly give you this uncensored list of targets. "
When Declan said this, he was already printing out a list. And deliberately said these irony, and then handed the list to John.
He said he would never give it to me, but he already gave me the information in his hand.
Declan seemed to be acting very nervous, but with so many of his colleagues outside the house, it was enough for his voice to get through.
As for whether he gave anything to John, he couldn't see it because the door was blocking it.
"You always play hard-to-get."
John took the list and smiled, put it in his pocket and left the office.
(End of chapter)
