As the hind flew into the sunset, a man was standing on a hill in Nuristan's province of Afghanistan and looking into the distance.

Of course, he couldn't see the situation on the other side of the horizon.

At first glance, Kurt Russell looks like a local. Wearing a traditional Chinese scarf and an Afghani PAKOL wool flat hat and a long-sleeved robe with large sleeves commonly worn by locals, CIA agents work in a local way. People should not be unfamiliar with their appearance in Afghan robes, when the former Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, they dressed up like this to support the anti-Soviet local guerrillas at that time, and now, they still wear robes to revisit the old place, looking for those "**** who undermine the national security interests of the United States".

The former Delta member has almost white hair, which makes him stand out in the sunset, and even if you don't look at the Oakley sunglasses on his face and the chameleon loafers on his feet, one can tell that he is a foreigner.

He threw the Polish "Tantal" wz.88 assault rifle sprayed in desert camouflage to his shoulder, bent over the ground and searched for it, then picked up something and held it up in front of his eyes, it was a brown camouflage net material. In Cotter's experience, this material can only come from the military, and the guerrillas do not use or are not good at using this kind of camouflage. Camouflage will also be used, but definitely not in this way. The more Kurt looked at the fragment of camouflage net in his hand, the more familiar it became, and it didn't seem to be much different from the camouflage net he usually used.

COLE HAUSA'S VOICE WAS HEARD FROM THE LASHII. THROAT MICROPHONE DELIVERY SYSTEM.

"Kurt, we're going to evacuate from here, what did you find?"

Cole Hausa, a former Marine Corps squad, is a Texan-hovered man with grim eyes and an unchanging pot head that symbolizes his origins, and a man in his forties looks as vibrant as a young man in his twenties. Kurt was sure that Cole was watching himself with the scope of his sniper rifle. It's his bad habit.

"Like you, nothing was found." Reluctantly, Kurt looked around again, hoping for some miracle. "No matter who we were looking for, they were brilliant and didn't leave anything of value behind."

The LASHII. Throat Microphone delivery system, which uses an unconventional method of pickup, clearly communicates the disappointment in his tone to Cole, and Kurt can hear Cole smiling.

"Do you think they will be Chinese?"

"All I can say is that I wouldn't be surprised if they were Chinese." Kurt grimaced, believing Cole to see through the scope. "They seem to be able to do anything now."

Cole laughed out loud. "Anyway, I still like to deal with Chinese people and see what they can do to cause such panic in the CIA."

Both Kurt and Cole are SAS. In this case, SAS refers to the CIA's own armed forces, the SpecialActivitiesStaff, and not to the British Special Air Service Regiment. Within the CIA, the standard name for this unit is MSP, or MilitarySpecialProjects, a new unit that was reorganized in 1995.

SAS is usually organized into a structure of combat units with different mission expertise, which is managed by the SOG (Special Operations Group). According to the mission requirements, the SOG will be divided into different task forces, and the specific mission plan will be arranged according to the geographical characteristics of the mission, and a complete set of rapid response paramilitary operation plans will be provided.

For the time being, Kurt's "Scythe" special operations group SOG has only two people, but soon, the personnel performing their respective duties will be sent to the designated mission area. That's one of the reasons Kurt loves SOG, and he's worked with the best soldiers – at least 5 years of service in the military is a basic requirement to join SOG. They usually come from the U.S. military's special operations units, such as the famous "Delta Force" of the Army's first special operations task force and the U.S. Navy Special Operations Development Group (DEVGRU) (USNavy'sNaval Special Warfare Development Group), which is also known as the Marine Corps Reconnaissance Unit and the Navy SEALs, as well as former special forces members from other friendly countries such as Israel.

The superiority of SOG lies in the fact that it is backed by the world's largest intelligence agency. Members are not bound by many rules and regulations when they work; In secret activities, there is an absolute superiority in intelligence and regional resources, etc. As the world's largest intelligence agency, the CIA knows every country in the world, and within two hours of a single order, multiple SOG members with various talents will enter the designated country through secret channels.

Afghanistan is the world of the SOG, and here they are more authoritative than the American army.

Soon, information on the "Scythe" was transmitted by satellite to CIA headquarters in Langley and to Big Bob's desk, a member of the Operations Command Committee.

As usual, Bob arrives at the office with a large pizza and black coffee for lunch. From his office window, he can see a parking lot with a variety of vehicles and a lush forest beyond. The view is nice, but Bob is not the kind of person who is drawn to the natural scenery.

After reading the information sent by "Scythe", Bob did not reach for the pizza covered with Moraris sausage. He struggled to get up from his chair and ridiculously twisted his big ass, which was famous in the CIA, to Robert's office.

Robert James has been freed from the joy of successfully establishing the "oracle" system.

This may also be the credit of the outgoing former director Porter Goss, so the current director of intelligence, Michael Hayden, known as M, has kept a low profile in this matter, leaving full authority to the senior deputy director. M is right, it didn't go as smoothly as it seemed. There is no doubt that the "oracle" is a renegade, but this renegade does not seem to want to completely turn his back on his homeland, he is only willing to provide information selectively.

The "oracle" was dismissive of Washington's threats and inducements, and every time he gave information, it was like throwing a bone at a stray dog, much to Robert's annoyance. Orientals are so savvy, whether they are Chinese or Japanese. Yes, now the North Koreans can also play Uncle Sam. If it weren't for the large amount of green money in his hand, who would want to cooperate with the Americans in these days? Robert asked himself mentally with self-deprecation.

"There's a bad news and a good news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Bob gasped and walked in, placed the pizza on Robert's desk, and closed the office door with his hand.

"If the good news is your pizza, then I'll listen to your bad news." Robert rubbed his face to sober himself up, the aroma of coffee lifting his spirits.

"The bad news is that we've lost another fortune in Afghanistan; The good news is that this time we've discovered something new. Bob pulls out a piece of pizza and pushes the box towards Robert. Now your oracle should have something to do. ”

Robert smelled the cheese on the pizza and finally couldn't help but get a piece for himself. But he took a fork out of the drawer and began to pick out the bratwurst on the pizza.

"Without caffeine and cholesterol, is this still an American way of life?" Bob licked on the grease stains on his fingertips and looked at Robert amusedly.

"When it comes to American life, I have to say that the Orientals will probably always be a mystery to us." Robert waved the tissue in annoyance. "Can you imagine a traitor still loving his homeland? If you are a China expert, please explain. ”

"Maybe I know a little more about China than you do, but I also don't understand their way of thinking." Bob shrugged his shoulders. "Oriental people have a complex mind, and the way they think about things is often not straight lines, but curves one by one. There are so many points connected to this curve that they are important or not, but it is certain that these curves cannot be completed without any of them. This is especially true of the Chinese, who, in their culture, call it 'circling in circles'. I believe that the Oracle is also going around in circles with us. ”

Robert stared at Bob's eyes, anger brewing in his face.

"What a straight curve, Bob. What you're giving me, I'm going to listen to you, not to explain the Talmud to me, and in that case I'll just need to find a rabbi. ”

Bob reluctantly spread his hands. "I mean, if he doesn't want to, there's not much we can do for the time being. At this time, we can only wait, waiting for a good time. ”

Robert stopped what he was doing. "When?"

Bob's face showed a shrewdness that was completely disproportionate to his obesity. "When he can't stop and can't turn back."

Robert rubbed his cheeks as well, as if to wipe the irritability away. "It's going to be a long process, and Congress isn't going to wait that long. If we can only wait, the 'oracle' will also become a noose around our own necks. ”

"The lads in Afghanistan have found a solution for us." Bob curled up in his neck and laughed again. "The Chinese have already put their hands in our trouser pockets, and from the intelligence point of view, this is a department that we did not know at all before, a department that even the 'oracle' did not know, and this must also be a challenge for the arrogant 'oracle', and he will do his best to find out this department."

Robert frowned. "If the Chinese are going to project their military power around the world, that's not good news for us." I want the oracle to find out this department, and you, you want the 'scythe' to destroy this department. ”