At the base, Rohm meets his teammates, who are also urgently recalled.

The 128 Logistics Special Support Force has two detachments, A and B, which take turns to perform their tasks. Team A has six people, with a maximum of five people per mission, leaving one person to coordinate the deployment in the rear. Today, it is the turn of Xu Ai and others to do the work of the staff officers in front of the satellite phone, and summarize all the relevant information ahead. Two other members of Team A, Gao Dafei and Ma Xibei, leaned over a map to record the situation at the mission site.

Gao Dafei is recognized as a soldier with the most rich combat experience and the most outstanding military skills in the entire 128 unit. In Unit 128, it is not so easy to gain the general respect of comrades-in-arms. He was one hundred and ninety-three centimeters tall and weighed ninety-five kilograms, but his man looked stronger than his real stats, and a machine gun was as light as chopsticks in his hand. There is another reason why his comrades respect him: he is a top poker master, regardless of his military status. No one would have thought that a big man like him would be so proficient in almost all the tricks of the game and able to see through all the tricks, so his companions were happy to call him the ace of poker, "ACE", which is also his battle codename.

ACE LOOKED AT HIM MOCKINGLY. "You don't have to rush back, this mission can be successfully completed with or without you."

Rohmon smiled. "If that were the case, they wouldn't have sent me over."

Ever since he was appointed captain of Team A, ACE has been cold to him. Rohm himself understood this perfectly. The members of Team A have been together for three years, they know each other and trust each other, and the fact that he suddenly appears here as the captain is of course difficult for others to accept. Unlike other places where special forces can do everything with an executive order. The superior here often means that he is the strongest one in the team, which is even less something that can be imposed by an order.

ROMON WAS NOT DISGUSTED BY ACE'S ATTITUDE. Ace is a cynicist and refuses to remain silent at all times, but that's just his style. He made no secret of his frustration at not being captain, which was understandable, as long as he did not act in any way in carrying out his orders. One thing is reassuring is that ACE has a lot of personality and has always been able to separate public and private when dealing with issues, and on the record, as a soldier, ACE is perfectly qualified.

In their troops, this is enough. They don't have to buy into each other.

Ma Xibei looked at Rohmon with a cautious scrutiny. Before this gathering, they didn't have much time to get to know each other. Ma Xixi does not like to talk, and perhaps this is a necessary trait to be a good soldier. As far as Rohmon had learned, Marc was the kind of companion that everyone needed in battle: astute and courageous, silent and reliable.

"You're late." The Spiders and Sand Scorpions have found their target, and maybe they've got it all figured out by then. "ACE still has a defiant smile." Life is often like this, there are some things that you are always one step behind. ”

"That's a good thing, then we don't have to do anything, just wait to hear the good news." Rohmon sat comfortably in a chair. "I'm in terrible pain, it's good to be able to rest."

"I don't think so, ACE." Zhong Qianmo's voice came from an intercom. "This time they can't shoot without an order from the rear, this is a new order."

GLANCING AT HIM, ACE STRAIGHTENED UP FROM THE TABLE. "But I've already given the order."

"Then you'll have to revise your orders before it's too late." Zhong Qianmo's voice was marked with obvious impatience. "And from now on all orders will be given by Rohmon, including those given to you."

ACE glanced at Rohm. "What does this guy have to climb on top of me?"

"Very good question, big guy." Zhong Qianmo sneered in the intercom. "But I'm not obligated to answer your questions. If you want to question my orders, wait until you climb on top of me. ”

ACE threw the microphone on the table. "I'm very unhappy with you, old man."

"Let's talk about it in hell." Zhong Qianmo coughed. "Come to me, Romon."

LOMON WINKED AT ACE AND LEFT THE OPERATIONS COMMAND ROOM WITH A BLANK FACE.

Permission Ai watched Rohmon walk out, then turned sympathetically to ACE. "Now you're no longer the old man's darling?"

ACE SHOOK HIS HEAD. "No one is the old man's darling, we are just his tools. Since it is a tool, it is natural that some of them are easy to use, and some are not so easy to use. I don't see anything special about Romon. ”

Permission Love smiled. "I heard how there was a sour smell in my words."

ACE SNORTED FROM HIS NOSE. "I'm the only one who doesn't need to be jealous of Romon."

Xu nodded lovingly. "I've heard that he could have succeeded the old man, but the above didn't agree, so he had to ride on top of us. He is said to be a bit unclean. ”

"Unclean" is an obscure term, that is, there has been a fairly serious disciplinary violation in the course of carrying out a mission. In the special forces, due to the peculiarities of their capabilities, the requirements for discipline are stricter than in ordinary units. Violating discipline is tantamount to putting oneself above others, which is the most disdainful behavior of special forces.

ACE turned to look at him. "I know Romans better than all of you. Except for me, you people are apes compared to him, so what right do you have to nag him in front of me? Just rely on your hearsay gossip? ”

Permission Ai glared. "I'm fighting for you, stupid big man."

ACE gave him a disgusted look. "Put away your set of unsightly things, Lao Tzu can use you to fake sympathy? And how much do you know about me and Romon? It's not fair, I think it's true that you owe a beating. ”

Xu Ai smiled reluctantly. "Don't forget, we've got your back. You should also know that we support you not just for yourself. ”

ACE did not speak. The members of the 128 Special Forces are morbidly wary of outsiders, and they only accept independent missions, and never cooperate with other departments to carry out missions. If they had to do a similar task, Team A would only choose Team B, and Team B would only choose Team A, not only for secrecy, but also for security.

Despite having trained with Team A, Rohmon is still seen as an outsider, and the extent to which outsiders can be relied upon is the most anxious question for Team A team members in the selection of captains.

Rohmon has also been thinking about whether he can be a captain. As a secret agent, he spends most of his time acting alone, and he doesn't have to think too much about missions and his own safety. But now, he had a whole team to think about, and to be fair, it wasn't the part of the job he was good at.

The question is, when will he be able to return to his old job?

Walking through the short hallway, Luo Men came to Zhong Qianmo's office.

Hearing Luo Man come in, a young woman sitting at Zhong Qianmo's table turned to look at her.

There is a faint aroma in the office, elegant and chic, just like the impression of a young woman. The short haircut that is well-trimmed, the fashionable and well-behaved suit, the long legs that even the model would be jealous of when they look at it, and her fingers held up next to her shoulders and holding a cigarette all give a strong sense of oppression.

As she bent down to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, Rohmon saw the black lace exposed at her collar and the perfect shape under the lace.

She stood up, casually smoothing out a wrinkle in her garment, and graciously extended her hand to Rohm.

"This is An Nianrong, director of the National Security Agency." Zhong Qianmo sat behind the table and didn't stand up, his face showed that he was suffering from pain. "You need to listen to her professional advice in this action."

Luo Men gently shook An Nianrong's hand, expressing surprise at the power in her slender palm.

"Professional advice? When did we start needing the NSA's professional opinion? Luo Meng cautiously looked at Director An, who had the height of a model, and recalled which of the high-ranking central officials she was.

"When you're going to deal with our targets this time." An Nianrong invited Rohmon to sit down with a courtesy smile, making no secret of her curiosity about him. "Uncle Zhong introduced you to me and said that you are an excellent soldier, but he didn't say that you are still such a handsome soldier."

An Nianrong's generosity made Luo Men a little uncomfortable, as if the guest here was him and not her, and the host's attitude was as if she had been in this office since she was born.

"I beg your pardon, until now I don't know anything about you, let alone what the so-called 'your goal' is." Luo Meng glanced at Zhong Qianmo. "Who's going to explain this to me?"

An Nianrong lit another cigarette and looked at Rohmon thoughtfully.

"To put it simply, I'm here to help Uncle Zhong, you just need to listen to my instructions."

"This Amat, his whereabouts are controlled by you?" Luo Men looked at An Nianrong suspiciously.

"The NSA isn't that smart."

An Nianrong smiled, gently exhaled a smoke ring, watched it slowly dissipate in the air, and then turned to Luomen.

"But the NSA can know his whereabouts."

Rohmon noticed that she was playing with the nails of her fingers holding cigarettes with her thumbs.

"I heard, and now our snipers are waiting for an opportunity. Should I be thankful for that? ”

An Nianrong's lips showed a graceful arc. "I didn't say that."

"Director An was invited by me, she doesn't need to eat your set." Zhong Qian looked at Rohmon strangely. "She stayed here just to provide me with real-time information. If you want to show your arrogance, take Amat back alive. ”

"She also gives us this kind of information?" Luo Men looked at Zhong Qianmo puzzled.

"No, I don't care what you're going to do or how you're going to do it." An Nianrong snuffed out the cigarette in her hand again. "I'll give you the information you need, and then see what you can do. You're the connoisseurs. ”

There was some cold impatience in her tone, as if she had suddenly lost interest in Romon.

Zhong Qianmo looked at him. "You know what we're facing, and now the only help we can count on is Director An. She's just here to help, she doesn't answer any of your questions, don't you understand what that means? ”

Luo Men looked at An Nianrong, and An Nianrong also looked at him, and the arrogance in her eyes stung Luo Meng.

Luo Men turned to Zhong Qianmo.

"If you want me to capture Amat alive, then I can capture him alive, but only if her information is accurate enough."

An Nianrong took out her gold lighter again and lit another cigarette. Rohmon noticed that she lit a cigarette at a time, at most one puff.

"Don't worry about my intelligence, Rohm. What you should be worried about is whether you will be able to complete your mission. ”