"Guys, we have new work. A visiting delegation composed of defense ministry officials and members of Congress will arrive in Jalalabad tonight for a public visit to improve infrastructure and maintain regional stability. We will be responsible for security work.
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As soon as Eric said these words, the atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly became noisy.
"OK, I'm looking forward to it, but please don't tell me that I didn't hear it." Sonny covered his ears in a funny manner.
"Pour some cold water on me." Trent held his forehead and looked deliberately confused.
What this means is that I must be dreaming, please wake me up from this nightmare.
"Oh, please, man, this area is too safe. As long as you protect them from being blown up, the job is too easy."
Jason can be said to be an old hermaphrodite, and he has always been very good at telling irony.
The remaining Lei and Bullock also vented their complaints and instinctively resisted this task. Only Long Zhan and Clay were enthusiastic.
It is a SEAL tradition to indulge in complaints. After the complaints are over, things must continue.
Diaz continued the mission and said: "The first place the delegation visited was the Fogg Treatment Hospital in the center of Jalalabad."
"What time do they land?" Jason asked.
"It will be around 8 o'clock tonight. I will pick them up at the airport, bring them here to meet you, and then take them to their place of stay," Diaz said.
"Will this team and the last wave of people we received be easier to serve?" Sonny was talking about the last VIP security mission.
"You wouldn't think that all public figures succeed by listening to the voices of the masses." Jason continued.
"No, of course not."
Sonny curled his lips and shook his head, and Ray and the others also shook their heads.
Obviously, everyone in Team B has reached a consensus on what kind of face politicians have and what bad habits they have that make people sick.
It's around 8:00 pm.
A convoy of three wide-body Humvee military vehicles slowly drove into the camp where the 1st Action Group was located, and finally parked next to the playground.
More than ten people from Team A and Team B, led by Eric, are already waiting here.
"It's this guy again!"
Sonny frowned when he saw the middle-aged and elderly man in a suit getting out of the car.
"What? Do you know him?" Long Zhan asked.
"I was lucky enough to learn from an old guy who was very willful in his own way." Sonny scratched his head and said.
At this time, Diaz, who went to pick up someone in his car, opened the car door, got out and stood next to Jason with a speechless face, and said in a low voice: "Fortunately, I didn't bring a gun with me."
It seemed that Diaz was disgusted by these politicians on the way to pick him up.
"Is it that serious?" Jason laughed dumbly.
As the first middle-aged and elderly man in a suit got off the bus, several more representatives came down one after another, as well as an elderly man in camouflage uniforms.
"Admiral Cook!"
Seeing the elderly people getting out of the car, Eric immediately walked up to say hello.
As the commander of the Joint Special Operations Command and the immediate superior of the Naval Special Development Warfare Group, Eric must be given enough respect.
"Captain Eric!"
Admiral Cook knew Eric and walked up to shake his hand.
Then, as if inspecting the work with the leader, he walked down the line and shook Mandy's hand, and then came to Jason.
"You are the……"
Admiral Cook was very familiar with Jason, but as he got older, his memory was not very good, and his mind was so confused that he couldn't remember his name for a long time.
"Chief Master Chief Jason Hayes, sir." Jason proactively reminded him at the right time.
"I also want to say that it was that stubborn guy who almost trapped himself to death in that house in Yemen." Admiral Cook used ridicule to cover up that he did not remember the name.
"Yes, that's pretty much it. Fortunately, I survived in the end, sir." Jason smiled and said.
"That operation was difficult. You guys were great. I'm glad that you have capable people to take charge of the protection of this trip."
Admiral Cook smiled and shook Jason's hand, then called to the bureaucrats next to him to come over and introduced the two parties.
"Congressman David Alber, Secretary Benjamin Reed, Master Chief Jason Hayes."
David Alber is a middle-aged black man, about 40 years old. From the identity behind his name, we know that he is from Congress.
Benjamin Reed should be around 60 years old, and he has the title of minister after his name. Recalling that he was protecting the Department of Defense and Congressional representatives on this trip, his identity is about to be revealed——
Minister of Defense.
It was the first time in Long Zhan's life to protect such a high-level official as the Minister of Defense. Not to mention he was still a little excited.
This is a real signature resume.
In this era, any job depends on work experience. The more awesome the work experience, the better.
With the blessing of this work experience, Long Zhan can claim to have protected the U.S. Secretary of Defense when he goes out. He is far ahead of his peers when accepting VIP security contracts, and his commissions can also be increased as much as possible.
How can one not be happy with this kind of work that can make oneself rich?
It is rare for Jason to serve in the military for more than ten years as one of the few giants who protect the US government. Although he has complained about it before, he also takes it very seriously in his heart.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
After shaking hands with Jason, the Minister of Defense looked at Long Zhan and others behind him and asked: "These are..."
"Team B and Team A, they will be responsible for your security work together with me?" Jason explained.
"Hopefully it's easier than it sounds."
Minister Benjamin crossed his arms and looked at everyone in Team A and Team B. He didn't seem to have a corresponding level of concern about the danger of this trip.
"Moving in an armed convoy through Jalalabad, it's like wearing a Mets uniform and entering a game in Philadelphia without attracting attention."
Lei's words are a refutation of the Minister of Defense. This task is destined to be impossible to be easy.
"Wearing Harvard's red jersey to Yale Stadium, I've done it before."
David, a black congressman, smiled and chatted with him. His bureaucratic airs were obviously not as prominent as Benjamin's, which made him feel easier to get along with.
"Yes, that's what it means."
Jason smiled and nodded and continued: "I'll make a long story short, you have been far away from Washington, D.C., from the moment you got off the plane.
This is a war zone that is not yet stable, and there are uncertainties in every corner. You must follow our instructions, otherwise your lives will be in danger."
"OK, you are responsible for protection, of course." Minister Benjamin replied quickly.
It's just that responses without thinking are basically responses without thinking. There is no guarantee at all about how much you can listen to at that time. (To be continued)