Chapter 194 Disgusting Cultural Support Team Month
"I am the deputy commander here."
Paul did not directly respond to Mandy's words, but instead used a sideways, swinging and vague answer.
It can be understood that he is a soldier, or he is the head of a certain PMC group and an agent who must hide his identity.
Or just a war correspondent, as the identification tag hanging around his neck said.
Paul felt that his answer to the wrong question was very clever. He perfectly concealed his true purpose and identity. In fact, he was completely entertaining himself.
Mandy has worked for the CIA for so many years, and the amount of information she has learned is terrifying.
The kind that ordinary people can’t even imagine!
The first time Paul appeared in front of her, she already recognized the guy's identity, so she didn't ask Paul for his name and identity.
Instead, she chose to get straight to the point and asked Paul what he wanted from her.
"Don Johnson?"
Mandy wasn't sure and could only guess.
The composition of the Fenty forward base is very complex. In addition to the base headquarters commanding the base with the rank of lieutenant colonel or above, the navy, land and air forces all have their own major commanders.
There are so many commanders, and the number of deputy commanders has increased several times.
The people who can be pushed out by Paul to serve as backstage personnel will definitely not be the deputy commanders of the subordinate units. In addition, the only unit that connects to the PMC is the base headquarters.
After such logical reasoning, the best candidate is only Don Johnson, the deputy commander of the base.
"Do you work in here?"
Paul smiled, but still did not answer directly, but asked questions again.
Mandy is a senior intelligence officer from the CIA and knows more about chatting and intelligence than anyone else. He knows exactly what Paul is playing.
Since Paul always answered questions incorrectly and shamelessly kept it to himself.
Mandy also replied in the same way: "This building? Sometimes, who knows."
"There are no notebooks, no documents, no name tags, and no identification tags. Your dress has already shown that you are from the Intelligence Agency."
Paul analyzed it logically, still trying to figure out Mandy's identity.
Mandy pointed to the identification tag hung by Paul and said with deep meaning: "You are wearing the identification tag, but is the information on it really correct?"
"Okay, I just want to know your identity, so maybe we can have a chance to cooperate." Paul spread his hands and said helplessly.
"You used this trick to attract people from MS-1 last year. Don't you think it's outdated now?"
Paul stopped answering questions that he didn't understand, and Mandy stopped playing riddles with him. She just dismantled Paul's story in front of him.
"Do you know who I am?"
Paul was surprised and embarrassed.
I dare to think that I have been playing for a long time, just teasing myself, and others have already seen through it.
"You wrote a book about a murder gang, but when the Drug Enforcement Administration asked you for it, you refused to hand over the relevant information about the book's content. Now you come to me and want to turn me into a money-making tool?"
Mandy scoffed.
"I don't work for the Drug Enforcement Administration. I have the right not to give them the information I personally collected. You know who I am, you know what I will write, and you know how tight your mouth is. You don't need to be so guarded."
Paul was indeed a good talker, and he followed Mandy's words and climbed up.
He boasts that he is not even afraid of the Drug Enforcement Administration and is absolutely a man of his word. If Mandy cooperates with him, he will keep all information absolutely confidential.
"Okay, I believe you are very trustworthy. Unfortunately, I am very busy now and have no time to chat with you."
Mandy is indeed very busy right now. The mastermind behind the bomb has not been found out yet, so she has no time to chat with Paul and let him collect information to write a book.
"Let's talk about it when we have a chance!"
After speaking, Mandy turned around and left.
"We will have the opportunity to meet. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. I am definitely more familiar with this place than you are."
Paul watched Mandy leave without stopping him, but instead left a message very skillfully.
People who can prosper in war-torn areas are definitely not ordinary people. Paul can see that Mandy is encountering a problem now.
I deliberately emphasized my advantages here just to use it as capital for cooperation with Mandy.
Mandy was really moved by his words. Although she didn't stop leaving, an idea was left in her mind.
the next day!
9 am.
Team B, who finally got their first sleep since being posted, gathered in the conference room for a meeting.
"Gentlemen, before Ms. Alice briefs us on today's goal plan, let's meet our cultural support team."
After listening to Commander Eric's opening remarks, everyone in Team B felt their heads hurt.
The Cultural Support Team is exactly what it sounds like.
It is a department specially established to support the local culture of Afghanistan and avoid conflicts due to different cultural customs.
For a high-risk action team, cultural support teams are even more disgusting than BSOs.
The latter at least only went to the scene to investigate after the war and found faults with the operators who carried out the operation, and would not directly affect the operation.
Anyway, everything is done, you can check it if you like.
The former requires following the action team throughout the entire process and participating in the entire operation.
If it doesn't seem disgusting from this point of view, it is actually not much different from foreign aid, which is equivalent to bringing in an expert without combat effectiveness.
Although the people in the cultural support team are also soldiers, what kind of combat effectiveness do those engaged in culture have?
The problem is that the experts will not interfere with the operation, they will only do their own work, but the people in the cultural support team have the right to interfere with the operation.
For some actions that violate local culture, they have the right to stop action team members from doing so.
Every second counts in special operations operations, and any small incident can lead to the death of the team, not to mention denying the execution of the operation.
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This is equivalent to putting a shackles on the team members, preventing them from letting go and doing things.