"Ammed, get out!" said Commander Delaney.
Ahmed heard the order to leave the queue and trotted all the way to John.
John sat in the car and did not get out of the car. He took out a cigarette box and took out a cigarette and lit it. He asked through the window, "Do you smoke?"
"No, sir, I won't draw." Ahmed replied truthfully.
"Why do you want to find this job?" John continued, wanting to have a deeper understanding of Ahmed.
"I need money, sir." Ahmed said.
"What was your previous career?" John continued.
"All those who repair the car are familiar with the engine," Ahmed replied.
"Oh? Is it?"
Sergeant John didn't believe it, and pointed to the hood in front of the car and asked, "What is this?"
Ahmed looked at it and knew what Chief John wanted to ask, but he didn't know what model the Hummer engine was, so he could only say vaguely: "Engine, sir."
"Are you teasing me?" John said with some dissatisfaction with this answer.
“No, no.”
Ahmed shook his head repeatedly and said, "How dare I make jokes about the superior?"
"How long have you been here?" John asked.
"Five years," Ahmed replied.
"Do you like this?" asked Sergeant John.
"Just make a living, sir." Ahmed still had no change in expression.
"Akomede, this unit is specifically responsible for finding Taliban ammunition and explosion sites. Tell me directly that it is common to fall into danger. Unfortunately, our last translator just died," said Commander John.
"clear."
Ahmed nodded, then made a special correction: "My name is Ahmed, not Ahmed, sir."
"Oh well."
John paused for a while and added: "It's a "sergeant, not a "superminal."
After saying that, he turned around and introduced to the others in the car.
"Hey guys, this is Ahmed, our new translation."
"Hello, brother!"
"Hello, Ahmed."
The soldiers greeted him one after another.
"Congratulations on having a new job, don't let me down, don't turn into that rat shit in the end." John warned Ahmed again.
"I won't, sir." Ahmed replied.
...
After finding the local translator who needed it, Sergeant John immediately led the team to search for suspicious targets in the nearest city.
After driving to the city, Ahmed took advantage of the locals and translated them for everyone.
"It's so fucking uncomfortable to eat canned food every day. I'm crazy about eating fresh meat."
"Do you have nothing to eat?"
"Tom, what is that guy eating?"
"It only eats sausages, but there is nothing wrong with small sausages."
"But keep deceiving yourself, porridge."
...
The players were so bored that they could only pass the time with nonsensical chats and observe the surrounding environment.
"Okay, OK, kids, pay attention, the work time is up."
Arriving in front of a row of houses, Chief Sergeant John greeted all the team members and prepared to start searching door to door to find the information they wanted.
"If you want to find a weapon, you can't find it here." Ahmed interrupted.
"Is that true? How do you know?"
Sergeant John asked in confusion.
At this moment, Hardy had walked over and knocked on the door to go in and checked.
"I know what's behind these doors, so no one will open the door," said Ahmed.
"Is that true?"
John looked at him and was very suspicious, but Hardy knocked on the door and no one opened it. He had to say, "You can really predict the future, so do you know where you are going?"
"There may be a reward there." Ahmed could only have one house in the distance.
"Hardi, you go over and knock it again."
According to the direction Amaid pointed, Hardy walked over and thumped and knocked on the door a few times.
After a while.
A middle-aged man with a bearded face but full of energy opened the door.
"What are you doing?" asked the middle-bearded man with a tense face.
"They are U.S. brothers," Ahmed was interpreting next to him.
"I can see, what do you want to do?"
The middle-bearded man continued to ask vigilantly, but his body blocked the door and did not move it away.
"They are looking for Taliban arms," ​​Ahmed translated for them.
"I have nothing to do with those murderers." The middle-bearded man resisted.
"I believe in you, but you also need to make them believe in you. Only by letting them in and checking, your innocence will be confirmed. In this way, your house will not end up like other houses."
After Amaid's persuasion, the Afghan family opened the door and allowed them to go in and check.
The middle-aged man with bearded cannot do without opening the door. Ahmed's threat is unbearable. He doesn't want his house to be blown up.
Sergeant John took the lead in entering first, and Dragon Zhan followed closely behind him.
He maintained a high warning.
And signal other members with their hands to come in and check in other places.
The US troops came in from behind one after another and inspected every corner of the room.
Long Zhan followed John into the house and looked around the house, without saying anything throughout the whole process, and there was nothing he wanted here.
The house was dark and there was only a little sunshine shining in, shining bunches one by one.
The US military needs to check carefully and lift the covered items.
"Safety."
"Safety."
The soldiers checked and reported the situation.
No suspicious was found.
But the room was full of people, one was lying under the window, two were lying in the center of the room, one was lying on its side, with cigarettes in its mouth, and the other was sleeping, with many wine bottles next to it.
Instead of getting up because they intervened in the examination, they pretended to be nothing and continued to smoke their own cigarettes.
I guess I've become accustomed to these checks.
"Safety."
"Safety."
"Everything is OK."
Kitts looked at a drunkard lying on the ground, and there were many dirty bottles of wine next to it.
I couldn't help but sigh, "What the hell is this? It looks like a bar."
A middle-bearded Afghan man was talking in the translator's ears.
But no one understands it.
Long Zhan can understand, but there is no translation.
John asked, “What is he talking about?”
Ahmed immediately replied: "He said your intelligence source is weak."
"I'm tired of listening to these words." Kitts shook them beside him.
"Okay, it's really disgusting. I'm going to stay here to smoke a cigarette." John actually sat down on the edge of the bed under the windowsill.
While taking out the cigarette box and getting the cigarette, he said, "How do you know so much about this place?"
Chapter completed!