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Chapter 194 Disgusting People's "Cultural Support Team"
Chapter 194 Disgusting People's "Cultural Support Team"
"I'm the deputy commander here."
Instead of responding directly to Mandy's words, Paul uses a sideways, swaying, vague answer instead.
It can be understood that he is a soldier, and it can also be understood that he is the head of a certain PMC group, an agent spy who must hide his identity.
Or, as the identification tag around his neck says, just a war correspondent.
Paul felt that his answer to the question was very clever, perfectly concealing his true purpose and identity, and in fact it was completely self-entertainment.
Mandy has worked in the CIA for so many years, and the amount of information she has received is terrifying.
The kind that ordinary people can't even imagine!
The first time Paul appeared in front of her, she had already recognized the identity of this guy, so she didn't ask Paul's name and identity.
Instead, he chose to get straight to the point and asked Paul what he wanted from her.
"Don Johnson?"
Mandy wasn't too sure and could only guess.
The composition of the Fenty frontline base is very complicated. In addition to the commander of the base headquarters with the rank of lieutenant colonel or above, the army, army and air force all have their own major commanders.
There are so many commanders, and the number of deputy commanders has doubled several times.
The person who can be promoted by Paul to be the backstage will definitely not be the deputy commander of the subordinate units, and the unit that connects to the PMC is only the base headquarters.
After such a logical reasoning, the best candidate is only the deputy commander of the base, Don Johnson.
"Do you work here?"
Paul smiled, but still did not answer directly, but asked questions again.
Mandy is a senior intelligence officer from the CIA. He knows more about things like chat and intelligence than anyone else. He knows exactly what tricks Paul is playing.
Since Paul always answered irrelevant questions and kept his cheeks hidden.
Mandy replied in a similar way: "The building? Sometimes, who knows."
"No notebooks, no files, no name tags, no identification tags, your attire says it all, you are from the Intelligence Service."
Paul analyzed logically, but still wanted to figure out Mandy's identity.
Mandy pointed to the ID tag hanging on Paul, and said with deep meaning: "You are wearing the ID tag, but is the information on it really correct?"
"Well, I just want to know your identity, so maybe we can have a chance to cooperate." Paul spread his hands and said helplessly.
"The people you attracted to ms-13 last year used such tricks. Don't you think it's outdated now?"
Paul stopped answering irrelevant questions, and Mandy stopped playing riddles with him, and directly dismantled Paul's old background in front of him.
"You know my identity?"
Paul was surprised and embarrassed.
Dare to play with himself for a long time, just teasing himself, others have already seen through.
"You wrote a book about murder gangs, but when the Drug Enforcement Administration asked you to ask for it, you refused to hand over the relevant information about the content of the book. Now you come to me, and you want to turn me into a tool to make money?" Mandy sneered.
"I don't work for the Drug Enforcement Administration. I have the right not to give them my personal information. You know who I am, what I will write, and how tight my mouth is. You don't have to be so guarded."
Paul is indeed a man who can talk, and he climbed up following Mandy's words.
He advertises that he is not even afraid of the Drug Enforcement Administration, and is definitely a trustworthy person. If Mandy cooperates with him, he will keep all information absolutely confidential.
"Well, I believe you are very trustworthy, but unfortunately, I am very busy now and have no time to chat with you."
Mandy is indeed very busy now, and the mastermind behind the bomb has not been found out yet, so there is no time to chat with Paul and let him collect information to write a book.
"Let's talk again when we have a chance!"
After speaking, Mandy turned and left.
"We will have a chance to meet. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. I am definitely more familiar with this place than you."
Paul didn't stop Mandy from leaving, but left a few words skillfully.
People who can get along well in war-torn areas are definitely not ordinary people. Paul can see that Mandy is facing a problem now.
Deliberately emphasizing my own advantages here is to serve as capital for cooperation with Mandy.
Mandy was really moved by his words. Although he didn't stop to leave, he had already left an idea in his mind.
the next day!
9 o'clock in the morning.
Team B, who finally fell asleep for the first time since being stationed, gathered in the conference room for a meeting.
"Gentlemen, before Ms. Alice briefs us on our target program for the day, let's meet our Cultural Support Team."
After listening to Commander Eric's opening remarks, everyone in Team B felt a headache.
The Cultural Support Team is just as it sounds.
It is a department specially set up to support the local culture of Afghanistan and avoid conflicts due to different cultural customs.
For a high-risk operation, cultural support teams are more disgusting than BSOs.
The latter at least only went to the scene to investigate after the war, and found fault with the operators who carried out the operation, which would not directly affect the operation.
Anyway, everything is done, you can check it if you like.
The former needs to follow the action team all the way and participate in the whole process of the whole operation.
If it doesn't seem disgusting from this point of view, in fact, it is not much different from foreign aid, which is equivalent to bringing an expert who has no combat effectiveness.
Although the people in the cultural support team are also soldiers, they don't have any fighting power when they engage in culture.
The problem is that the specialists don't interfere with the operation, they just do their job, while the people from the cultural support team have the right to interfere with the operation.
For some behaviors that violate the local culture, they have the right to stop the action team members from doing so.
Every minute and second counts in special operations operations, and any small incident is enough to lead to the death of the team, let alone negate the execution of the operation.
This is tantamount to putting a shackle on the players, so that they can't let go to do things.
This is downright disgusting!
(End of this chapter)
"I'm the deputy commander here."
Instead of responding directly to Mandy's words, Paul uses a sideways, swaying, vague answer instead.
It can be understood that he is a soldier, and it can also be understood that he is the head of a certain PMC group, an agent spy who must hide his identity.
Or, as the identification tag around his neck says, just a war correspondent.
Paul felt that his answer to the question was very clever, perfectly concealing his true purpose and identity, and in fact it was completely self-entertainment.
Mandy has worked in the CIA for so many years, and the amount of information she has received is terrifying.
The kind that ordinary people can't even imagine!
The first time Paul appeared in front of her, she had already recognized the identity of this guy, so she didn't ask Paul's name and identity.
Instead, he chose to get straight to the point and asked Paul what he wanted from her.
"Don Johnson?"
Mandy wasn't too sure and could only guess.
The composition of the Fenty frontline base is very complicated. In addition to the commander of the base headquarters with the rank of lieutenant colonel or above, the army, army and air force all have their own major commanders.
There are so many commanders, and the number of deputy commanders has doubled several times.
The person who can be promoted by Paul to be the backstage will definitely not be the deputy commander of the subordinate units, and the unit that connects to the PMC is only the base headquarters.
After such a logical reasoning, the best candidate is only the deputy commander of the base, Don Johnson.
"Do you work here?"
Paul smiled, but still did not answer directly, but asked questions again.
Mandy is a senior intelligence officer from the CIA. He knows more about things like chat and intelligence than anyone else. He knows exactly what tricks Paul is playing.
Since Paul always answered irrelevant questions and kept his cheeks hidden.
Mandy replied in a similar way: "The building? Sometimes, who knows."
"No notebooks, no files, no name tags, no identification tags, your attire says it all, you are from the Intelligence Service."
Paul analyzed logically, but still wanted to figure out Mandy's identity.
Mandy pointed to the ID tag hanging on Paul, and said with deep meaning: "You are wearing the ID tag, but is the information on it really correct?"
"Well, I just want to know your identity, so maybe we can have a chance to cooperate." Paul spread his hands and said helplessly.
"The people you attracted to ms-13 last year used such tricks. Don't you think it's outdated now?"
Paul stopped answering irrelevant questions, and Mandy stopped playing riddles with him, and directly dismantled Paul's old background in front of him.
"You know my identity?"
Paul was surprised and embarrassed.
Dare to play with himself for a long time, just teasing himself, others have already seen through.
"You wrote a book about murder gangs, but when the Drug Enforcement Administration asked you to ask for it, you refused to hand over the relevant information about the content of the book. Now you come to me, and you want to turn me into a tool to make money?" Mandy sneered.
"I don't work for the Drug Enforcement Administration. I have the right not to give them my personal information. You know who I am, what I will write, and how tight my mouth is. You don't have to be so guarded."
Paul is indeed a man who can talk, and he climbed up following Mandy's words.
He advertises that he is not even afraid of the Drug Enforcement Administration, and is definitely a trustworthy person. If Mandy cooperates with him, he will keep all information absolutely confidential.
"Well, I believe you are very trustworthy, but unfortunately, I am very busy now and have no time to chat with you."
Mandy is indeed very busy now, and the mastermind behind the bomb has not been found out yet, so there is no time to chat with Paul and let him collect information to write a book.
"Let's talk again when we have a chance!"
After speaking, Mandy turned and left.
"We will have a chance to meet. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. I am definitely more familiar with this place than you."
Paul didn't stop Mandy from leaving, but left a few words skillfully.
People who can get along well in war-torn areas are definitely not ordinary people. Paul can see that Mandy is facing a problem now.
Deliberately emphasizing my own advantages here is to serve as capital for cooperation with Mandy.
Mandy was really moved by his words. Although he didn't stop to leave, he had already left an idea in his mind.
the next day!
9 o'clock in the morning.
Team B, who finally fell asleep for the first time since being stationed, gathered in the conference room for a meeting.
"Gentlemen, before Ms. Alice briefs us on our target program for the day, let's meet our Cultural Support Team."
After listening to Commander Eric's opening remarks, everyone in Team B felt a headache.
The Cultural Support Team is just as it sounds.
It is a department specially set up to support the local culture of Afghanistan and avoid conflicts due to different cultural customs.
For a high-risk operation, cultural support teams are more disgusting than BSOs.
The latter at least only went to the scene to investigate after the war, and found fault with the operators who carried out the operation, which would not directly affect the operation.
Anyway, everything is done, you can check it if you like.
The former needs to follow the action team all the way and participate in the whole process of the whole operation.
If it doesn't seem disgusting from this point of view, in fact, it is not much different from foreign aid, which is equivalent to bringing an expert who has no combat effectiveness.
Although the people in the cultural support team are also soldiers, they don't have any fighting power when they engage in culture.
The problem is that the specialists don't interfere with the operation, they just do their job, while the people from the cultural support team have the right to interfere with the operation.
For some behaviors that violate the local culture, they have the right to stop the action team members from doing so.
Every minute and second counts in special operations operations, and any small incident is enough to lead to the death of the team, let alone negate the execution of the operation.
This is tantamount to putting a shackle on the players, so that they can't let go to do things.
This is downright disgusting!
(End of this chapter)
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