"There are so many dogs here," said Sergeant Major John.
I couldn't understand what they were saying, there were so many barking dogs, and I didn't even know how many effective words Farage said.
When Commander John sent Eddie, Ahmed, and Long Zhan back to the airport, he stopped Long Zhan and asked him: "What did Faraj say to Ahmed?"
John knew that Long Zhan knew the Afghan language and wanted to test whether Ahmed was trustworthy.
Long Zhan told Sergeant Major John the entire conversation.
Long Zhan replied: "He said he wanted to destroy his whole family and kill him in front of his wife. Then he let the dogs bite her to death."
"How did they know each other?" Commander John asked again.
"Not sure if this is common sense. But as far as I know, Ahmed used to sell heroin. It's a family business, and they used to cooperate with the Taliban." Long Zhan is also a businessman.
There were some things that he didn't personally participate in, but he still knew the general things and connections.
"Then why did he come to help us?" Commander John was even more confused.
"Because the Taliban killed his son." Long Zhan provided this information to Sergeant Major John, and he gained more trust in Long Zhan.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Sergeant John said somewhat reproachfully.
"You didn't even ask me, who made you the boss?" Long Zhan felt that as the boss, Sergeant Major John shouldn't be unclear about these things. Long Zhan left after replying.
Sergeant John decided to have a good chat with Ahmed again.
They met in a corridor with two rows of chairs on both sides of the corridor.
Ahmed had been waiting for a long time, and of course he didn't dare to ask Sergeant Major John to wait for him.
John sat down in the chair opposite him.
He said straight to the point: "Don't make your own decisions next time."
Ahmed realized that he was doing this, and John saw it and understood.
He simply replied frankly: "I can understand your purpose. I'm sorry for my clumsiness."
"So have we reached a consensus now?" Sergeant Major John deliberately did not point out the point. He asked very simply and directly to the center.
"Yes, sergeant." Of course Ahmed replied without daring to refute.
"Well, good job." After saying that, Sergeant Major John got up and left.
Ahmed was left alone and drank a glass of water.
It seems that I am trying to calm myself down again. After all, Sergeant Major John doesn't trust him 100% yet.
During this translation period, I was indeed good at making suggestions and giving him money to tell him clues. What I told Sergeant John before was that he came to help them to make money.
So there were conflicts before and after, and it was difficult to reconcile them.
John is ready to talk to his boss again.
John knocked on the glass door, but his boss asked him to wait while he answered the phone.
After answering the phone, he made a sign to come in, and John opened the door and went in.
"Sir," John called as soon as he entered.
"Did you get the results you wanted? What do you think? John." Seeing that John was not as confused as last time, the boss asked with a smile.
"There are two locations. Do them one at a time without making any announcement." John expressed his thoughts.
"Well, that's right. If you need help, please call me anytime, okay?" The boss was also very supportive of John and replied to him.
"Thank you." John said and left.
Then start taking action based on the clues provided by everyone.
"The first bomb-making site is 30 kilometers away. Drive on the straight road for an hour, and when you reach the fork, turn left." Kitts pointed to a marked map and analyzed it in advance for Sergeant Major John and everyone. .
"Sorry, sorry," Hardy interrupted.
"What's the matter, Hardy?" John asked.
"When we got to the fork in the road, I felt that turning right was the fastest route, even though the straight-line distance to the left was shorter," Hardy expressed a different opinion.
"Why is the right side the fastest? From the map, it doesn't look like that," Kitts asked rhetorically.
"Most of the road on the left was washed out in the last rains," Hardy replied.
John was a little undecided. Asked Kitts: "What do you think? Kitts."
"I think so. There is no information to confirm the authenticity." Kitts was also unsure of the route. .
"Well, how much time will it take to go that way?" John asked.
"Probably 20 minutes. 30 minutes max."
John made a gesture which he did not understand. Said: "Okay, then the plan is set, the right side is the right side."
Sergeant John didn't think too much anyway and made such a quick decision, but he didn't know that his decision was actually not a very good one.
"Go and notify the higher-ups." John told Kitts.
To be on the safe side, every time John leads everyone into action, he must communicate with his superiors in advance so that he can provide better rescue in the event of an accident.
"Okay." Kitts said as he put the map away.
"Okay, let's set off." John led everyone to start driving the Hummer.
"Set off."
Everyone started fighting with great interest.
Completely unaware of the dangers waiting for them.
Long Zhan, Kitts, Ahmed, and Sergeant John rode in an open-top Humvee, and the others rode in an armed Humvee.
They came to a suburb again, with no villages in front and no shops in the back, just loess hills.
"Sergeant Jinli, can you stop the car?" Long Zhan suddenly called John.
"What did you say?" The driving noise was relatively loud, so John couldn't hear Long Zhan's words.
"I want to talk to you." Long Zhan felt something was wrong and wanted to ask John to stop.
"We can't stop and keep going." John didn't particularly care about Long Zhan's words and wanted to save time.
"I think we may be in trouble, Sergeant Kinley, please stop for a moment." Although John had some trust in Long Zhan before, but now why he suddenly asked them to stop, he didn't want to listen to him.
"Okay, stop the car, Kits." John said when he saw Long Zhan being so forceful. John didn't have many ideas himself. Just stopped.
"Tactical stop of all vehicles." All soldiers were informed on the radio.
"Come on, guys."
"What's wrong, Gibran?"
"I conducted an all-round observation and found that the situation here is not quite right." Long Zhan looked around, and his intuition told him that something was wrong.
"Hardy has no legitimate reason for us to go down this path unless..."
"Unless what?" Sergeant John asked impatiently.
"Unless he wants to lead us into a trap." Long Zhan has been fighting for so long, and this is not the first time he has encountered this kind of thing.
For him, this little prediction trick was actually effortless. He looked at the terrain and showed no signs of being destroyed by the heavy rain. (End of chapter)
