"So when you have nothing to do, you come to these places to play? Your hobbies are really unexpected."
From his words, John felt that he 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 didn't forget to tease 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 one."
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 already clear.
"Then take it all out and eat later."
Following Sergeant Major John's instructions, everyone took down the barbecue equipment from the car.
We found a place and prepared 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 of course, porridge." Sergeant Major 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 problem at all, Stephen, do you want to drink?" John asked with raised eyebrows.
"Whenever you say, sir."
Stephen was very smart and passed the word 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, who was standing aside, felt that it was unreasonable for John to continue investigating like this. From his perspective as a veteran, to do anything, you must first have clues.
"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 and took it in his hand.
The soldiers are working hard outside, and it is the officer's job to pick which fruit is the most delicious.
What an irony!
Sergeant Major John opened the door and came in. He frowned when he saw this scene and secretly 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 normally wouldn't bother you with this kind of thing, but you're the only one here who can get things done."
John felt a little unhappy, but if he had something to ask for, he could only flatter his boss first.
"Really? What's the problem?" asked the boss.
"We keep going out and finding nothing. We keep putting my people in danger. It feels like moving sand around a sand trap. It's 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.
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This seems to be what my boss said, but it feels like he said it but didn't say it at all.
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. It's a pity that I don't have anyone to solve your problem. I wish you a happy day."
It seems that the boss didn't say this, but in fact he revealed a lot.
"I don't understand. I wish you a happy 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 only 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 not having a friendly conversation, it is impossible for me to give you this uncensored list of targets."
When Declan said this, he had already printed out a list. He deliberately said these irony words, 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's behavior seems to be very nervous, but with so many colleagues outside his room, it is enough for his voice to be heard.
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.