The man smiled and walked to Donovan, looking at Peter who was beside Donovan, and smiled and said, "Is this your recruit?"

"Yes, sir." Donovan said and looked at Pitt, "His name is Pitt? Wang, who fought side by side when he was in the army." After that, he introduced to Pitt: "This is Mr. Lennon, formerly a senior recon, and now he is the head of our department. He has the final say on what we want to do, how we do, and who we do. Although he is not the boss, he is the boss in our actual sense."

"Don't listen to him." Mr. Lennon was not arrogant. He smiled and stretched out his hand at Pete. "I'm not the boss. In fact, there are very few people who call me Mr. Lennon like him. Generally speaking, everyone likes to call me John."

Pete immediately reached out and held the gentleman's outstretched hand. Judging from the feeling on his hand, the gentleman was a miserable person because the feeling of holding it was not only hard but also rough in some places, it seemed to be a little bumpy, just like holding a file.

"Hello, Mr. John. You can call me Pete." Pete smiled.

"Peter." John smiled and said, "I know you. Don't be surprised, because I have basically read the information of everyone in the Field Department. From the information, you are very good." He said, looking at Donovan, "Especially the Big Bird's evaluation of your recommendations has made me deeply remember it." After that, he let go of Pitt's hand and said, "What are you going to do?"

Peter knew that this should be something John had asked Donovan for something, because Donovan's previous phone call and his direct return to the headquarters all said that he had an appointment when he came back. So he said first: "No. It's more convenient for me to return to my residence from here." As he said that, Peter looked at Donovan and said: "I'll go back first." After that, he looked at John and said: "I'm very happy to see you, goodbye."

"Go back and have a good rest." John nodded with a smile, "You may be very busy after that." After watching Pete walk away, John looked at Donovan and said, "Let's go, go to my office."

Of course, John's office is on the highest floor of the Helmet headquarters building, the sixth floor. Under John's leadership, Donovan was allowed to enter here. Compared to the floor where the field staff were located, this floor is more like a high-end office building. The corridor is bright and clean, and very quiet, without the sound of loud talking and laughing often on the third floor. The interior decoration is also more refined, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

After entering John's office, John took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa in the office and said, "Compared to the third floor, the only advantage here is that there is a spacious office. You can also blatantly put a glass of wine from time to time." Donovan said, walking to the cabinet next to the desk, taking out two wine glasses, pouring one glass of wine, handing it to Donovan, and signaling him to sit. John himself picked up another glass and sat on his own very wide seat behind the desk.

"How is it? Let me talk to you this month." John asked immediately after Donovan sat down at his desk with a glass of wine.

"It works well." Donovan put down his glass and spoke seriously: "At least everyone has entered the state they should have."

John nodded and took a sip of the wine in his glass and said, "Are you sure? Will that Morris continue to cause trouble? Get him done?"

"Our current situation is that we can be in peace and can't be said to be able to handle it." Morristonovan said with a little ashamed.

John was prepared for such an answer. He put down his wine glass and held his hands together on the table, leaning forward at Donovan and said, "This is not OK. I know it's a chore. I take over a mess, and then encounter some bad things, and my subordinates are unruly. But you have to remember that when you promise to do this, this team is yours. You have to be responsible for everything about him, which is the same as you are in the army. At this point, I often feel like treating my own children. Sometimes the children really make you unable to bear, but what can you do? Just shoot it? You can only think of various ways to educate them in a more gentle way and make them obedient. Do you understand what I mean?"

Donovan nodded and said, "I understand."

"I know you can understand. If you don't understand, you have to try to understand." John said, sighing and leaned on the back of the chair and looked a little tired. He touched his forehead and said, "I'm just reminding you that you have to solve the matter in your own team as soon as possible. Because we may be very busy soon."

"Very busy?" Donovan felt energetic when he heard this, "Do we have work to do?"

"Haha." John smiled helplessly as he looked at Donovan, "Man, what did I ask you to come to Helmet for? Do you work as a nanny for those guys every day? Come on!" John waved his hands disdainfully, "I didn't plan to let you go to that team... fish are you? What fish are coming?"

"Shark. It's the Man-Eater Shark Team, sir." Donovan said with a little embarrassed look.

"Okay, shark. Whatever shark he is. I didn't plan to let you go. I originally wanted you to come to me. Now I need not only soldiers, but also a large number of people who can command and coordinate them." John said and pointed out, "So I hope you can come to this floor to work. Then one day I can sit in this place." John pointed to his position, "but everything deviated from the direction. That... Man-Eater Shark Team... The guy who was in charge of this team didn't know what touching lungs had told our old superior before retirement.

He asked to send someone with ability to take over such a very ordinary team so that the fish could continue." John said and looked at Donovan, "and then he chose you." He sighed at this point, "I would have been there at that time. The old superiors took into account the old feelings, but we should not be like this here. We are not the government's army. Those who come here should know how to do things, and they should also understand that if they don't work, they should be eliminated and eliminated themselves. Otherwise, it would be bad to wait for the task to be issued and let the enemy's guns help you eliminate you."

John's complaint made Donovan not know what to say at the moment. Fortunately, John did not bring Donovan to the office just to say this. He sighed and continued, "Don't say this anymore. I've prepared a job for you." He said, opening a drawer beside him, taking out a folder and handing it to Donovan, "Take it back and have a good look. If you can do it, tell me. Didn't you give your subordinates two days? Then you can answer me within two days."
Chapter completed!