Instead of bringing these people to the violent church, Ada arranged them in a safe house in the city.
The communication equipment here is complete, plus a small arsenal and a week of living supplies, which can basically meet the needs of a special operation.
In addition, the group of people also released a military dog ​​from the cage. She did not prepare dog food, but let it go, there seemed to be no pet shop nearby.
"Uh~" Ada looked at the bearded men in front of her, pondered for a while, thinking that it would be better to remind her, "Gentlemen, this is not Afghanistan. If you go out like this, you will definitely become the most eye-catching tourists in the local area."
At first glance, these people were transferred from there temporarily, with beards on their faces. However, the environment here is different from the Empire Cemetery. As long as these people go out, the news that the United States sent people can spread throughout the city in less than an hour.
These people were setting up communication equipment and tidying up equipment. When they heard her words, one of the middle-aged men came over with a smile and reached out to Ada. "Madam, I am Eric Blackburn, the commander of this operation."
Ada hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to shake the other party, "Just call me Ada, and I'm just a nun."
Blackburn watched the other person dressed in a cool dress and reluctantly accepted Ada's statement.
"They will pay attention, but now we need to know what's going on here." Mandy walked over, others were working together to build communication and surveillance equipment.
Ada spread her hands, looking unenergized, "I don't know why you came to this countryside. What kind of information do you want."
Mandy and Blackburn looked at each other, and the other nodded at Ada and left. Of course he knew the goal of the mission, so there was no need to listen to it again.
"Ada, you know, we had a big trouble three months ago." Mandy pulled Ada to sit down in another room. Mandy knew very well that this could not be hidden from the local tyrants here.
Ada nodded, with a sarcastic smile on her face, "Our director was killed by a group of mercenaries. Legend has it that their target is actually Mr. President."
Ada didn't believe anything about this kind of rumor that sounded unreliable. She would rather believe it was done by someone from the Department of Homeland Security.
"That's right, in the following period, the position of this director caused competition from all sides, and you should imagine the degree of tragedy." Speaking of Mandy, she was still scared, and outsiders didn't know the inside story. She was thanks to her father of the congressman who knew some of them.
It was a slight idea to be shot and commit suicide in the back, and almost everyone was in danger during that period.
Of course Ada knew, but she wasn't here to listen to this, "What does it have to do with this matter now?"
Mandy continued, "Everyone's attention is on this, and there is naturally a mess in internal management. Edward, a researcher affiliated with the NSA, stole several top-secret documents and ran away. This involves a top-secret monitoring program PRISM."
"Ha?" Ada chuckled, "Our President, it's really unlucky in the past year."
Although she didn't know what PRISM was, it was definitely not a trivial matter to look at the current NSA and Langley's reaction.
"So, this guy is here now?"
Mandy nodded, “NSA mobilized a Delta squad through the Special Operations Command (USSO) to try to secretly eliminate this threat in Venezuela.”
"It seems they failed." Ada finally knew why the maid was chasing the NSA people.
"Yes, not only that, they also killed the wrong person, turning a matter of cleaning up the portal into an international incident." Mandy was helpless if it weren't for the incompetence of the NSA, she wouldn't have been sent here.
After listening to the other person's words, Ada pondered for a moment and looked at Mandy with a smile until she was furious. "What's wrong?"
"So, you are here to take the blame." Ada's smile on her face was very complicated, and she knew much more about Langley than the woman in front of her.
But she didn't want to talk much, so she stood up and walked towards the door, "I basically know, I will pay attention to that Mr. Edward and of course the NSA people."
"Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet." Mandy stared at the other person with wide eyes.
Ada didn't even look back, "No, don't tell me anything anymore." The less you know, the longer you live, even if she is Langley's, but because of this, she knows the urinary nature of her employer.
After greeting the others, Ada left the safe house with a depressed look on her face, "They actually sent the Red Team people here. Are they planning to start a war here?"
She still has an impression of these players. The famous Navy Special Operations Development Team (DEVGRU), which is often called the Seal Team Six, has four assault squadrons: gold, silver, red and blue, as well as the black team responsible for reconnaissance, sniper, gray team transport, diving, and green team selection and training.
Each assault squadron consists of three squads, including a total of about 50 special forces members. These people should be the B team affiliated to the Red Team.
Unexpectedly, Mandy Ellis, a little girl who was still internship, has become an elite who can stand alone. Ada is not familiar with her, but she is a common practice.
She took out her phone and found a number and dialed it out. She needed to confirm the specific situation of the previous video. Now it seems that Labrads is the key.
In the room, a tall DG player was teasing the dog with an elastic ball, and then casually said, "Sonny, you really need to shave your beard."
Several other team members who were sorting out their equipment all laughed at Sunny, who had extremely dense beards on their faces.
"Ha? You really should look in the mirror and you will understand who the lady was talking about just now." Sonny, who was ridiculed, looked at these teammates who had been through life and death with him. Their current images are almost the same.
In order to integrate into the local environment when deploying in Afghanistan, they all had beards, and now a few people are both sloppy and greasy.
Blackburn was in a good mood when he saw everyone. This place was much better than the Imperial Cemetery, including sunshine, beach, bikini. Well, looking at the clothes of Ms. Ada just now, you know that this is definitely a paradise for men.
If you don’t have a task, taking a vacation here should be a good choice.
Mandy looked depressed. She had some things left before she communicated with Aida and the woman ran away. I really don't know what the other party meant.
It’s not because I’ve been staying in this place for a long time and I’m too lazy, Mandy thought so.
Of course, others would ask her about Ada's identity. After all, judging from the appearance of the two of them, they seemed to know each other.
"Oh, when I was internship, she taught me some useful tips, makeup, counter-stalking, etc. She was completely different from now on." The introduction was very general. As an intelligence officer, of course she knew what to say and what not to say.
Sonny put a box on the table and then used his hand to make a bulge on his chest, "What are you talking about differently, where do you mean?"
Chapter completed!