Talking to the SWAT team members was a headache - even if you didn't take into account the usual indifference and rejection of the high-ranking mercenaries who wore black three-hole hoods all day, the arrogance and uncooperative posture they adopted when confronted with questions reminded Fisborne of his time when he first became a police officer, and made him want to beat up the SWAT team members. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past, he used this method to deal with disobedient criminals, although it had little effect on solving the problem, and it might even have the opposite effect, but it could make people feel happy.

Of course, now he can only think about it in his head, and he can't take actual action. On the one hand, the SWAT team members are outnumbered and have a large number of automatic weapons, and on the other hand, Fisborne also feels that he should be as forgiving as possible with his compatriots.

No one wants to be faced with a sweltering suit, a mask that makes it difficult to breathe, and an hour of hard work in an environment where mortal danger can be met at any moment and then see a few pairs of skeptical eyes...... And those stupid questions that are clearly about taking them for spies. They rightfully deserve to be angry and deserve ......

"You're just scared by the SMAT guys' assault guns, am I right, Mr. Fisborne." Qin Lang interrupted the defense of the head of the security department, and his face was full of mysterious smiles.

"I'm sorry, boss." Fisburne looked down at his shoes, "But I do feel a little guilty. ”

"Because you think of your own people as spies?"

"Yes."

"It's your job, Mr. Fisborn." Qin Lang said, "You should get used to looking at everyone around you with suspicion and vigilance, but you should pay attention to distinguish, the enemy and your own people will not put a label on their heads." ”

"I understand, boss." But the head of the security department still has a bitter face. "Questions about me......"

His problem? Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "The ship will replenish Hawaii with coal, food, and fresh water, where you can disembark and head back to San Diego."

That's the problem with Fisborne. Because of the uncooperative attitude of the SWAT team, he took longer than expected to complete the conversation, a total of seven hours - but McCain had told him that the liner would set sail in six hours. So, the head of security is now trapped on the ship.

There is no doubt that the passenger ship will not turn around for him, and Qin Lang has no time to waste. So the only reasonable way to do that was to have Fisborne disembark in Hawaii, even though it would cost him a lot of money: a lot of work would accumulate and he would end up half dead exhausted.

If you think about it, while the high-speed ocean-going liner "Lightning", which Qin Lang chartered and built with the investment of a clearly uncommercially discerning owner, has an astonishing maximum speed of 27 knots - there is no doubt that she should go to the Atlantic route, and perhaps have a chance to compete for the Blue Ribbon, while on the Pacific route she can only keep losing money - all the ships returning to Los Angeles from Hawaii have a speed of about 10 knots...... Yes, there will be at least a week of work that accumulates.

Too bad!

"Those guys made me miserable." The head of the security department could only complain in a low voice.

"Go have a drink, with the guys who have killed you." Qin Lang stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "After all, you are going to stay on this ship with them for several days. ”

It's a suggestion, but it's also a command and a reminder. As the de facto head of the counterintelligence department, Fisborne needs to be proficient in a variety of techniques, finding clues in normal communication with others, finding intelligence, and more importantly, building relationships.

Relying on the strength of the Security Department alone will not prevent potential enemies from infiltrating and sabotaging the company.

However, without explaining too much, Fisborne was able to understand what Qin Lang meant. He put the report of the conversation with the SWAT team members on the table, saluted Qin Lang, and then turned around and left the room.

……

Zhanjiang.

In the past, the Umbrella Zhanjiang base has been very deserted - mercenaries are mostly on missions, and recruit training takes place at bases in Vietnam; But now, it was so lively that it could even be called a bit "noisy" - four regimental combat teams and 14,000 mercenaries had gathered here for a new mission, so the base suddenly became crowded.

There is no doubt that this is a surprising spectacle. For the veterans of the mercenary army, when they went to Beijing to interfere in the coup, the company had only about 7,000 mercenaries who could go on a mission, and now the number has suddenly doubled, which is really ...... Exaggerated to the extreme.

Of course, this is all in the past. As time passed, the mercenaries stopped lamenting how powerful the company was, and instead focused on something more noteworthy: what the new tasks were. No one can say the answer. The mercenaries are not well-informed and do not know anything about what is happening in Cuba and the United States.

"But what does it matter? Guessing itself is a little game to pass the time, as long as we have fun. Vane defended himself—just now, he had made his tenth guess in a day, but the other four people in the room were not at all interested.

They had already spent four hours discussing what the new task was and what it was time for a different way of entertainment.

"If I want to have some fun with myself, I'd rather play cards." Zhang Biao, who had been lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, suddenly muttered. Then he sat up straight. "Who wants to play cards?"

"Me." William. Butz is now Zhang Biao's fox friend. Whenever he made a suggestion, Butz would always agree - and vice versa, of course.

And then there was Vochs. "And me."

"Count me in." Their roommate, a man named Lee. Thompson's guy jumped out of bed as well.

There were four of them. However, the more people who participate in the game, the better, so Zhang Biao set his sights on Vane. "Together, Vince?"

"Let me think about it." Vane turned to the side and took a look at his wallet. It seemed to have enough money to play a game, so he turned back and nodded. "I'll participate."

"I knew you'd attend, man." Zhang Biao screamed happily and took out a deck of playing cards from under the pillow. The five of them jumped out of bed and got together, but just as Zhang Biao was about to deal the cards, someone pushed open the door and walked into the room.

"Playing cards again?" It's Wendehei.

No one answered his question - Zhang Biao quickly dropped the cards on the table, stood up with the other four people, stood upright, and saluted Wen Desi in a serious manner. "Sir!"

"What are you doing?" Wen Desi stared at these guys, a little embarrassed.

"We all know that." Vane replied.

"What?"

"You've been promoted."

Wen Deji finally knew what these guys were doing. He sighed and shook his head. "Don't kid me, I'm just back to E-6."

Before Christmas 1897, Qin Lang suddenly felt that the rank system of the Nazi Waffen-SS used in mercenaries was too complicated and completely inconsistent with the traditions of the American army, so he made a drastic adjustment to the rank system: the rank of commander was simplified to O-1 to O-6, and the rank of ordinary mercenaries was simplified to E-2 to E-9.

Of course, even the simplest conversion can still have some problems: after the conversion, the level of many mercenaries with special positions has changed, either down or up. As a result, it took a few more weeks for the clerical staff in the company to readjust.

Wen Deji belongs to the category of mercenaries who need to be reclassified, and he was demoted to E-5 when his rank was changed, so he is now promoted back again.

"So, it's not about promotion." "Just go back to where I'm supposed to be," he said. ”

However......

"We're not exactly talking about it." Zhang Biao smiled slyly, looking like a villain, "No matter what, you will definitely have some blood today." ”

"What do you mean?" Wen Deji didn't know what he was talking about, his eyes were full of confusion. The five men who had already made up their minds to blackmail him exchanged a few glances with each other, and finally, Vane stepped forward and explained, "Thomas was promoted to O-3 as the commander of our squadron, and he transferred you to the squadron headquarters. ”

"Uh......" This was completely unexpected news for Wen Dehe. Theoretically, he should have been happy about the promotion and should have warmly embraced everyone in the room, but in reality, assisting the commander in managing a squadron, he felt more than he could handle.

“…… Are you sure? After a long hesitation, he asked rhetorically.

"We're pretty sure it's on your bed." Butz replied.

"And who's going to take over my role in the squad?" Wen Deji then asked.

"It's not clear." Warhes shrugged. He would have liked to take over the position of Moon, but on the one hand, no one in the entire team liked him, and on the other hand, he was E-4 and could not hold that position according to the company's regulations.

To his delight, though, Vane couldn't take that position - he was also only an E-4.

"So ......"

"Stop." Zhang Biao stopped Wen Desi's attempt to continue asking questions, "Let's go outside for dinner today, and you have a treat." ”

"I'm afraid not." Wen Deji shook his head.

"Why?"

"The company has just issued a new order that everyone is forbidden to leave the base." He lowered his voice, "The mission goal is set, the Philippines." ”

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Note: The Enlisted.Rank of the U.S. Army: E-2 Private of the Second Class, E-3 Private of the First Class, E-4 Corporal/Professional Corporal, E-5 Noncommissioned Officer, E-6 Staff Non-commissioned Officer, E-7 First Class Noncommissioned Officer, E-8 Expert Non-commissioned Officer/Chief Non-commissioned Officer, E-9 Master Major/Command Non-commissioned Officer Major/Service Non-commissioned Officer Major (to be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )