The training is very simple, it is to shoot a simple target standing 10 meters away. If there is anything difficult about this training, it is that you have to be selective when shooting. When the top is draped down, if the person on the wooden sign is armed with a weapon, he should shoot quickly, and if he does not have a weapon, he should not shoot. This training does not require a high IQ or experience, and can only be regarded as the beginning of building confidence for these new fighters.

The first man walked up and held his AK rifle in front of his eyes. He has a good posture and looks serious.

Martin pulled down the curtain, and on the wooden sign, a *** woman with a masked face held her child, innocently looking at everything in front of her.

The AK rifle screamed, and the bullets smashed the *** woman to pieces.

Both Kurt and Cole laughed, and Cole laughed even more exaggeratedly.

Martin harshly stopped the new fighter and scolded him in his Texan-accented English. But this person didn't seem to care about Martin's attitude, but looked at his own people with a kind of ostentatious gaze. Martin couldn't help but kick him hard with his big leather boots, and his expression turned sad.

The second curtain was pulled down, and a man with a tea towel over his face pointed an AK rifle at the person in front of him.

The guy turned around and looked at Martin hesitantly. Martin angrily ordered him to shoot immediately, and the guy came to his senses and smashed the wooden card with his rifle. The guy realized that he had done the right thing, and before Martin could speak, he turned excitedly and shouted something at his companions, and his AK rifle turned to point at his companions.

Before everyone could react, Martin had already knocked him to the ground with an American football grapple, avoiding the tragedy of the guy accidentally destroying all his teammates.

Kurt and Cole, who were next to them, also quickly fell to the ground, subconsciously holding their heads. Do you know what the danger is? It's when a novice stands on the training ground with a gun full of bullets.

"Damn, do you want him to kill them all?"

Cole, who got up from the ground, shouted angrily at Martin.

Kurt's face wasn't good-looking, and to be honest, he was really frightened by the guy's actions.

Martin shouted and dispersed the new fighters, and walked over to the two agents in a huff.

"You've come all the way to Kandahar just to see my jokes?"

"We need you, Martin." Kurt gets straight to the point.

Martin frowned. "The CIA people always talk like that, as if they were God."

Kurt smiled. "You came to Afghanistan as a CIA dispatch. But you know, everywhere, at all times, we have to do our duty as a U.S. citizen. ”

Martin was noncommittal to Cotter's words. "I know who you are, Kurt, don't come with me."

Kurt smiled, not caring about Martin's attitude. "You've been to almost every part of the world while you're fighting terrorism, and in every place you've shown the qualities of a good soldier. We agree that putting you in this position is a waste of resources. Besides, you're going to be killed by your own recruits here. ”

"You all stinky shit." Martin laughed. "I don't care what the fuck you guys think."

Kurt had been prepared for his attitude.

"Who are you going to deal with here? Afghanistan has collapsed. It was not defeated by us, it was defeated by the unprecedentedly large former Soviet Union. Of course, the propaganda machine will say that it was we who helped the Afghans resist the aggression, but the truth is that the Russians found it unprofitable in Afghanistan and so they were willing to leave. Their aggression against Afghanistan was a mistake, but they corrected it when they left. Now that we are here, we are no less profitable in Afghanistan, and if we don't want to make mistakes, then we will have to leave sooner or later. ”

Martin looked at Kurt. "We are here to fight terrorism, and it is in our interest to fight terrorism."

"It's just a strategy, Martin. The fight against terrorism is not our goal. As long as there are ideological differences in this world, terrorism will not disappear. The United States is very powerful, but the United States cannot eliminate ****. If you kill a ****, you create more ****. Why did *** world become what it is now? That's because, when people find that they have nothing to lose, he is already a **** in a sense, and this **** has 'Made in America' written on it. No, our work is much more meaningful, we want to make sure that America is competitive for the next hundred years, and in that regard, the war on terror doesn't mean much to us. We're doing something different, different from the war on terror, but with a much more far-reaching impact. ”

What Kurt called "another kind of work" intrigued Martin and didn't care about anything else Kurt had to say.

"What kind of work is this? Kurt? ”

"It's going to be the same as your previous job, except that you'll have more power than before." Kurt stared into Martin's eyes. "The most important thing is that you can get back to the battlefield and keep fighting."

Martin looked at Kurt and didn't speak for a moment. There was a wariness in his deep eyes. It's a professional look. Kurt was familiar with this look, and it made him know that he couldn't be vague at this time.

"It's Chinese, Martin. We have to deal with the Chinese next. We defeated the Two-Headed Eagle, but the red dragon looked more terrifying and threatening than the Two-Headed Eagle. ”

"Those short, smiling yellows?" Martin shrugged his shoulders. "We should have dropped twenty atomic bombs on them."

"That's the Japanese, Kurt." Cole interjected with a smile.

"Are you a fucking historian?" Martin looked at Cole in disgust. "Who cares what the difference between the Japanese and the Chinese is? Don't they all eat with chopsticks? What's the most disgusting? The most disgusting thing is that they eat mice. I don't like black people, but as long as they don't mess with me, I think I can stand it, but yellow people can only make me sick. ”

Kurt and Cole glanced at each other.

"I think I'm willing to kick those yellow people in the ass." Martin pondered. "Not just because it's good for America, but because they're just a nasty people. To be able to protect the United States is much more noble than your CIA. ”

Kurt handed him a warrant. "I knew I wasn't looking for the wrong person. This order takes effect immediately, go pack your bags now, we don't have much time. ”

Looking at Martin's back, Cole reluctantly handed a bill to Kurt. "You're a demagogue."

Kurt looked at Cole. "It's experience, boy, as long as you know what he likes, he'll listen to you."

Two hours later, a Black Hawk helicopter from the 10th Mountain Division arrived to greet the three agents, and to a surprise surprise, Big Bob appeared on the plane. Looking at his clumsy appearance as he climbed out of the cabin, all three agents feared that the helicopter would be crushed by him.

The weather in Afghanistan was obviously a torture for Bob, who was constantly wiping the sweat from his face, the back of his shirt and armpits wet, and Kurt even wondered if Bob's body was sweating or oil.

Bob motioned to speak with him alone.

"If we throw the bait, we'll catch the big fish." Bob gasped and said to Kurt. "Damn, the wind here can blow sand through your pores. We always have to think about what if, though, not that I don't trust you and your team, it's just a routine. I want you to take close care of the bait and make decisions based on your judgment. ”

"What do you decide, sir?" Kurt looked at Bob suspiciously.

Bob made a gesture to cut the throat.

Ayiguli was the bait that came down after a quarrel with the White House. How much she is worth, Bob and Robert know better than anyone else. On the one hand, only her weight can make the Chinese intelligence system move; On the other hand, if she really falls into the hands of the Chinese, she will definitely tell everything she knows and disclose, then the White House and Congress, which have always flaunted democracy, will definitely lose their dignity. Bob and Robert discussed it for a long time, and finally made the decision to take out the bait if the situation got out of hand.

Kurt hesitated. "The White House chief of staff told me that this woman was important and that we wanted to do everything we could to protect her."

Bob smiled contemptuously. "The White House chief of staff may be a figure on the table, but he's a lot lighter than he thinks, even if he's speaking to you on behalf of the president. You know, the world is not in the hands of the president, but in the hands of an agency like the CIA. Politicians may be hot-headed, but the CIA never will, and experience tells us that in the end, it is those of us who are engaged in intelligence to save the world, so we don't care what others say, after all, it is we who are rushing into the hail of bullets, not the head of the White House staff. ”