"Well, I haven't even reversed the jet lag!"

Boredom sitting in the back seat of the car, Shepard couldn't help but complain, and then leaned on his long legs beside him.

"It's still comfortable here!"

"Jet lag? I remember it's been three days since you came back, right?"

Smith, who was sitting in the co-pilot, gave the driver the location, then turned his head to look at Shepard with disdain on the old man's spicy expression.

"Well, what, after all, people are getting old, and their bodies are not as good as before!"

Shepard replied as he fended off Parker's attack on his handsome face.

"yes, that old man was still bouncing around the bar at two o'clock last night, and how did you get into someone's anti-war group?"

Because he couldn't pull Shepard's face, he could only shift the target of the attack to the haired Parker, who tore Shepard's lips vigorously and asked.

"Isn't that easy? If people are anti-war, then say what people want to say!"

Seeing that his handsome back was about to be messed up, Shepard immediately put on a dragon gripper pose to break through, and then, with a sudden brake from the driver, he rolled off Parker's lap.

"What's going on? Someone robbed?"

Shepard got up from under the car, looked ahead, and saw a long line of *** blocking the traffic a hundred meters away.

"What else could it be, young people making anti-war ***!"

Smith's face was helpless, these people have worked hard to protect the interests of the United States, why have young people become like this now?

"Forget it, let's go another way!"

The driver then turned around and squeezed out of the traffic, and Smith wanted to get the two of them dressed for a private party in the evening, which Nacheng wanted. But fortunately, the other road was relatively clear, and several people arrived at the place quickly.

"Pick whatever, Uncle Sam will pay for tonight's consumption!"

After getting out of the car, Smith also gave Parker a special advice, and the latter immediately nodded politely to express his gratitude.

"You see, this kid is so polite, no wonder he's a doctor!"

"No, we don't have to talk about academic qualifications!"

"But among the few of us, you have the lowest education!"

Shepard glanced at the driver, who explained understandingly.

"I'm a graduate of Georgetown!"

And Smith looked at Shepard's sad and angry eyes, and didn't forget to add another sentence.

"Don't look at me, I'm a graduate of Annapolis!"

Shepard then gave up arguing with the old man, and he decided that he was going to slaughter the old man today.

After entering the store, Shepard had not yet picked out clothes for herself, when she saw Parker walking out of the fitting room wearing an elegant dress.

And she herself was very satisfied with this dress, and immediately began to choose the next one.

After Shepard had chosen his clothes, he saw the chipless glasses on the shelf on the side, he picked them up casually, came to Parker's side, pointed to her scholar's outfit, and then handed the glasses again.

"Why don't you try this?"

After Parker took the glasses and put them on his face, the shopping guide on the side immediately frowned.

Because after wearing glasses, the original learned beauty fan looked a little dumbfounded, like a dead book.

"Sir, this is a failure!"

Instead of laughing at Shepard, the shopping guide was ready to give Parker a more bespectacled outfit.

"Why, you don't want me to dress up nicely?"

"Well, no, it's just that I don't really want to be so beautiful in front of others! It's my fault, I apologize!"

Shepard touched his nose and said with some embarrassment.

"Then I forgive you! Trouble, I still need this set! Let's wrap it up too!"

Private parties in the evening are held in high-rise hotels in the city center

It was a party to raise funds for war wounded veterans, but it had nothing to do with Shepard, after all, he was not a war wounded veteran, nor was he rich, he was here to rub the table.

To Shepard's surprise, Parker who came out of the locker room was still wearing the glasses Shepard had chosen for her, and the clothes on her body were changed into a slightly old-fashioned-looking women's suit, which was very much in line with people's stereotypes of female doctors.

"You don't have to listen to me!"

"It's okay, it's a little cold at night, so I want to wear something thicker!"

Parker's explanation made Shepard a little embarrassed, and he wanted to ask the other party to change the set again, but Smith's driver suddenly appeared and walked up to the two of them.

"Sir, ma'am, Mr. Smith asked me to take you there!"

"Let's go, then!"

Shepard got up, straightened his clothes, and followed the driver through the hall, into a quiet passageway, where the two were ushered into a large conference room after passing through several security checks.

In the center of the room were four long tables arranged in a hollow shape, behind which Smith, Morgan, and several elderly men Shapard did not know were seated, and when the two entered the room, Smith pointed to the table in the direction of the door.

"Sit here!"

"This is the young man I mentioned to you, and he's much more capable than your men!"

After Shepard sat down, Morgan pointed at Shepard and said to an old man with glasses sitting next to him.

The latter, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and did not respond.

"Then Mr. John!"

The old man sitting at the head of the desk spoke slowly.

"Yes, sir!"

"Could you please tell us a little bit about Angola?"

The old man pointed to a large map of Africa in the corner of the room.

"Okay, no problem!"

Immediately, Shepard walked to the map and began to brief the old men in the room about the current situation in Angola.

The most important of these is the Soviet-backed SPLM, which is currently the most active armed force in Angola, not only because it is large in numbers and well-equipped, but also in the area where it is active, but also the essence of Angola.

To the north of the SPLM, there is the SPLM, which is an armed force supported by Romanian forces, and they are active in the oil area of northern Angola, although the place is small, but because of the oil, the financial pressure will be smaller, but the scale is not as large as the SPLM.

In the south, near the *** area, the active is Zabi's cheap uncle Savimbi's UNITA, they own the diamond mining area in the south, although the number is large, but the scale is uneven, but Savimbi himself is very means, is a tyrant!

After a brief introduction to the three forces, Shepard paused and waited for questions.

Then, the old man who had just asked the question asked again.

"Who do you think will be the winner?"