Drip. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。。。 Drip...... Barrett, who was asleep in the rest room, was woken up by the pager, glanced at the time, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, Barrett answered the call.

"Captain Barrett, please, report to the operational command room immediately! Repeat, Captain Barrett is asked to report immediately to the operational command room! "Barrett understands!" I don't know what it is, but since it's an operations command room, it's either a new mission or something important.

Brush, the hatch of the rest compartment opened, Barrett shook his head that was a little stinging because of the alcohol, he didn't sleep enough, so let's go to the medical room to get an alcohol neutralizer first.

Operational command room

Madur looked at Barrett, who smelled of alcohol, a little helpless. "This is the Commissioner of Intelligence in the Eastern Theater of Operations, Lieutenant Colonel Sneijder. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Sneijder, about forty or fifty years old, with white hair and silver-rimmed glasses, looked like a gentleman of old-age Europe rather than a soldier. He was holding out his hand to Barrett.

Barrett looked at Lieutenant Colonel Sneijder's outstretched hand, thought for a few seconds, reached out and swept his finger with his index middle finger ring finger. It was as if he was going to open his hand. Madur was taken aback and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel Sneijder, this kid is used to staying in the army, and he doesn't understand etiquette. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Sneijder smiled and waved his hand, and said to Madur: "Colonel Madur, you have misunderstood, your right-hand man is not rude, on the contrary, he is quite polite, and the Enza people are touching their fingers. I'm a little curious, how did Captain Barrett know that I was from Ensa? ”

Barrett laughed, "You just call me Barrett." Eight years ago, when I graduated from the Naval Academy, I had the privilege of serving in the military port of Doz in Ensa. Your boss at the time, Colonel Trudy, was an alumnus of yours and spoke more than once about serving in the Political Department. ”

"I see, indeed, I haven't been back to Ensa for many years. It's okay, Barrett, you can just call me Sneijder. Don't you, you, the military don't have so much red tape. Snead nodded, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the assistant behind him immediately handed him an electronic document. It's just a moment, the gentleman who was still smiling and chanting and being polite to each other just now seemed to be a different person---- a kind of coldness that made the waistcoat chill. Even though he was still laughing, but he didn't feel a trace of laughter at all, Barrett's heart sank, and he quickly cheered up.

"There are two main things about this visit to Savidiana, the first of course is about the distinguished guest of Cyclops Fortress. Supposedly discovered by a member of your squad? Snead asked Barrett as he flipped through the electronic file.

"Indeed, the man who discovered the transport formation was the spearhead of my squad, Sergeant Moore. Any questions? Barrett was a little puzzled, these should have been mentioned in the previous report, could it be that there is something wrong with the data?

"Nothing, just routine interrogations, the habits of intelligence officers. I'm sorry. Sneijder heard Barrett ask, nodded, and then apologized. About the second thing, it's about these two people. With that, he handed Barrett the electronic document.

Barrett looked at the two men who had been picked out of the document and listed together, the ranger Rajiru and the priest who had been killed by him and Lowe in Area G this morning.

Barrett looked at Sneijder, waiting for him to continue. "Rajiru, the Demonsmith, is roughly considered to be less than twenty years old. The position is a forest ranger, the second son of the former Governor of the Third Star District, Sayu. Next to him was his teacher, Teka Nila, Son of Revelation, sixty years old, and tenth in line to the rank of Imam of the Eastern Diocese. Snead said as he looked at Barrett, "Captain Madul, you've always had a hunch about any dangerous weapons in the fortress?" ”

Barrett thought for a moment, didn't think there was anything wrong, and said, "Yes, this feeling has always been there. So I did say that. "Oh? Then why is it not mentioned at all in the submitted reconnaissance report? Sneijder stared into Barrett's eyes as if to find something in his eyes. Because it's just my personal intuition, there's no other evidence to prove it. As a military man, I can't write such unfounded things into reports. This affects the rigor of the reconnaissance report. Barrett replied with a chest straight. For a moment, Sneijder gave him the impression that he was like a venomous snake that would bite at a weak point.

Snead didn't find any suspicion, and nodded immediately: "I see, then, do you know what is special about the identities of these two people?" ”“。。。。。。。 I don't know, but this young man, although he has quite a good talent, is on the battlefield for the first time. And to perform such an important task, I don't think it makes sense! Barrett thought for a moment and replied earnestly.

"That's good, actually, it's not surprising, because they're just guards, just guards who share a little bit of other tasks." Snead looked at Barrett with admiration and continued, "They are all the first patriarchs of the Eastern Diocese, the direct subordinates and guards of the benefactor Firanudi. ”

Barrett was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Snead was trying to say: "You mean that the one who entered the fortress this morning is this benefactor?" "That's for sure, but how to connect this benefactor to your feelings is what we're going to talk about now." Sneijder nodded, pointing out the point of the question.

"Is there a breakthrough point? In the data, the benefactor seems to have special abilities, but unfortunately there is no actual record. "Sneijder tried to guide Barrett and wanted Barrett to draw some conclusions from his own level." On the way back to Mishan this morning, I did feel a peep at some kind of power. But it soon disappeared. Barrett recalled the strange feeling on the transporter and said truthfully.

"In the morning? What time is it? Where are you? Where do you think that caster is? Sneijder tossed Barrett a barrage of questions, eagerly searching for answers. It's as if if you slow down and you'll miss something.

"The time was around 8:10 in the morning, and my position was about five kilometers northeast of the forward camp, and the position of the caster was not very easy to judge, I personally thought it was at the site of the second engagement, on the edge of Area G." Barrett didn't hesitate at all, there was nothing to hesitate about this kind of honest thing. Especially when dealing with an intelligence officer.

Sneijder fell silent, as if he was thinking about something, while his assistant recorded all the conversation between the two in a small notebook. This record is divided into three parts, one video version, one audio version, and one handwritten version, all of which will be entered into the information records of the Ministry of Intelligence to prevent falsification of information.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Sneijder looked up and said with a smile, "Still can't find anything, okay, let's stop talking for today." If Barrett you have anything in mind, please get in touch with me personally. Here's my contact code. ”

After confirming that Barrett had received his message, Sneijder made a hat salute and left with his assistant. "Hoo 。。。。。。" Barrett and Madur let out a long breath together, this person is quite difficult to deal with. "Don't think about it when you go back, these intelligence workers are like this, first look for enemies from the inside, and to put it bluntly, they still belong to the subordinate units of the Political Department." Madur tapped Barrett on the shoulder.

"Political Department?" Barrett rubbed his chin and left the operations command room, silently muttering in his heart.