The bald webmaster's attitude towards GRS can be described in four words - love and hate.
What I love is that whether he and his intelligence officers can save their lives in this war-torn country depends entirely on this group of "contract workers."
What he hates is that the nature of GRS determines cause and effect, and he has no way to make GRS obey him.
This unique trinity of confusing superiors and subordinates, patrons, and cooperation gave Long Zhan a very novel experience after listening to it for a long time.
Hearing the bald stationmaster's greeting, Long Zhan strode over.
I took the document and opened it, flipping through it casually. The content was nothing more than a supplementary agreement to the contract, with various detailed terms clearly stated.
You are not allowed to move without permission without orders. You need to apply in advance for private outings, and you must obey the management of the intelligence station, etc.
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All kinds of things.
When working in such a high-risk area, teamwork can ensure basic safety. Acting alone is tantamount to seeking death. This is basic common sense.
Even without the constraints of this document, GRS members will abide by it for the sake of their own lives.
There is nothing to say, Long Zhan just signed.
"Gibran, come with me."
The bald webmaster took the documents signed by Long Zhan, ignored Tyrone who was thinking about what to say, and left the office to the lobby outside.
"Pajero, this is a new GRS member. Please make arrangements."
After handing Long Zhan's documents to a man with eyes, the bald webmaster shouted to the other side: "Rose, give me the tracking report of Huang Cake within 5 minutes."
(Yellowcake: Common name for uranium concentrates in the form of diuranates or uranates.)
"OK."
The young blond woman working in front of the computer raised her hands and continued typing on the keyboard.
"Hey, man, you're so strong."
Pajero marveled at Long Zhan's figure, and then put Long Zhan's documents on the table, waiting to complete the registration work later.
"You have to eat more, you are too thin, and you have to be strong enough to be a man." Long Zhan said coolly.
"Of course, I very much agree. Unfortunately, I have too much work on my hands. I wish I could use 24 hours a day instead of 48 hours, and I can't spare any time."
Pajero looked helpless, picked up a bunch of keys from the table and walked out, saying, "Come with me, I will arrange a place for you to live."
At this time, Tyrone chased him out of the office and shouted at the bald station manager who was walking outside: "The roadblocks were set up by the followers of the Dharma. They are not just local freedom fighters now."
"You can write down useful information in the memo."
The bald webmaster was annoyed by Tyrone's pursuit. He turned back with a dark face and said coldly: "Remember, although you live here, you are not CIA personnel.
You are just helpers we invited, and your task is to solve our troubles, not to cause us more troubles, so keep your duty."
Then the bald webmaster patted Tyrone's chest, turned around and left without looking back.
"You are so rude."
Tyrone didn't get angry even after being scolded, and raised his lips as if he didn't care.
He even jokingly shouted to Long: "Kahlil Gibran, take a look, this is our great webmaster, is it an eye-opener for you?"
"He is interesting."
Long Zhan spread his hands and curled his lips, then glanced at Pajero standing next to him and said, "I'll go put the luggage with him first, and I'll come back to you later."
"You don't need their help, I'll take you there. We're just helpers, aren't we?" Tyrone teased.
Pajero, who was originally prepared to lead Long Zhan away, felt a little embarrassed for a moment after hearing Tyrone's words, and stood there in a dilemma.
"It's fine for me to live with them, and you can continue to work."
Long Zhan did not embarrass the clerk Pajero and chose to let Tyrone lead the way. The two walked out of the hall and went straight into the flat-roofed house on the lower right side, which was the office area of the GRS team.
The layout of the house is quite crowded due to limited space, and every place is filled with various things.
It can only be roughly divided into four zones.
The entire wall on the right has been converted into a storage space, and various combat objects are placed in each compartment separated by wooden boards.
Body armor, helmets, headphones, combat vests...
There are all useful combat items, including weapons.
It's equivalent to an open armory room!
On the left is a TV wall. The TV cabinet is made of ammunition boxes, and there are some game consoles, set-top boxes and the like underneath.
The middle area is a rest and leisure area, with several sofas and a glass coffee table.
The front wall was made into a task board, with a world map and a map of Libya pasted on the left, as well as some satellite photos of people and buildings.
On the right side, black electrical tape was used to glue the task boxes one by one.
There are words written or documents posted inside, and basically all the work within a week is listed here.
Four muscular men were dressed in casual clothes, lazily staying in different areas of the room, doing their own things as if they were at home.
"Hey hey hey, everyone, look over here."
Tyrone shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door. After attracting the attention of the four people in the room, he pointed at Long Zhan and introduced: "This is Long Gibran, our new guy. Like me, he is from the Navy SEALs."
"Mark Oz Guest, ex-Marine."
The strong man sitting next to the storage wall near the door has a lot of wrinkles on his face and is estimated to be in his 40s. He even pretends to be wearing sunglasses indoors and has a reddish beard. He is the first to reach out to Long Zhan.
Handed.
"Nice to meet you."
Long Zhan smiled and shook hands with Oz, having a different fondness for his comrades from his old club.
"Chris Tanto Parento, I served in the Rangers, you can call me Tanto."
The second one introduced is the "horse-faced brother" who is sitting on the sofa playing games, wearing jeans and white short-sleeves, with a trimmed mustache that makes his face look longer.
After the introduction, he said jokingly: "Have you ever learned to tip a beach ball with your nose?"
This is the most famous meme of the SEALs. People within the SEALs often use this to insult themselves, and people outside also use this to ridicule SEALs.
Whether it is malicious or sarcastic depends entirely on the atmosphere and state of speaking at the time.
Basically it will not be linked to malicious insults.
"Rangers are the vanguard."
Long Zhan held Tanto's hand and said a famous quote from the Rangers. It was also a mockery of Tanto and a targeted response.
Tanto stood up almost instinctively and replied in a solemn tone: "Go forward bravely!"
Each unit has its own unique characteristics, but when it comes to the popularity of unit-specific quotes, the Rangers are definitely among the best in the world.