Peter's words made Donovan's smile slowly disappear. In his opinion, this should be some psychological problems caused by Peter's war trauma. This kind of thing is very annoying and there is no good treatment. In severe cases, it is even a torture that can turn a normal person into a lunatic. So Donovan seemed very serious and said, "We will definitely not stay there for a long time. It is even more impossible for us to be guards of that place. Even if the people from the Intelligence Agency want to do this, Mr. John would not agree. So don't worry." After saying that, Donovan reached out and patted Pitt on the shoulder and said, "But you have to go see a psychologist. Halemet has the best, you should try it. Free."

Pitt's feelings were real, but not what Donovan thought was from the war trauma caused when everyone served together, but from the pressure of Pitt's secret mission. Of course, he would not say these, but he nodded and said, "I will go. I want to go and see after this."

"Yes. That's it." Donovan was very satisfied with Peter's attitude of accepting his advice so easily. He patted his shoulder twice and said, "After all, you have to take over the entire team. At that time, all the pressure will be on you, and no one will chat with you. On the contrary, you may have to listen to the bad things of your team members to relieve the pressure and problems in their hearts."

Pete smiled and said, "Are you like this now?"

Donovan was stunned for a moment and smiled, nodded and said, "Even if it is. I hope you can do better than me, and be much better, so I can continue to walk with this team. Although I haven't been able to stay in this team for a long time, after all..." Donovan said, folded his lips and continued, "After all, the appearance of this team is based on my plan and has been formed with my efforts. Even if I am not here in the future, as long as this team has achieved results, it will be a glory for me. But if the opposite happens, such as if it is hit hard or failed, my feelings will be very bad, or even very bad." As he said, he looked at the eyelid and said, "I think you should understand this feeling."

"Of course." Pete nodded immediately and said, "Of course I understand this. Although I have never experienced such a situation, I have seen a lot of it. If I could really take over the Man-Eater Shark Squad, I would do it well and would not disappoint anyone."

"Okay." Donovan nodded with satisfaction, "very good."

While Donovan and Pete were chatting, as they expected, the guy they caught, namely Walid Ali Ahmed Faisal, was being interrogated in a cabin at the end of the aisle.

The guy sat expressionlessly on a chair with a chair back. The handcuffs on his hands had been untied, and his hands were taking turns to massage his wrists. He looked calm and did not have much emotional fluctuations, but his clothes were full of wrinkles, even damaged areas, and some stains on his face made him look very embarrassed.

"So what should I call you? Marl Potuk or Walid Ali Ahmed Faisal?" Megan, who stood not far in front of him, asked first. As soon as she finished speaking, someone translated the two sentences just now into Arabic.

The guy did not answer directly, but looked up at the people in front of him. In addition to the woman and the translator who just asked him, there were two other people. These people were staring at him, with an anxious look in his eyes, just like a man who hadn't seen a woman for a long time.

"I'll repeat and say your name." Megan said again when he didn't answer.

"Whatever you want. It's me anyway." The guy looked at Megan and said, "You just ask what you want. Why do you have to do this? Don't you think it's a waste of time?" The guy said directly in English with an accent: "You can also let your translator rest. I've been dealing with you for so many years. If you can't even say a few words of English, it would be too irresponsible for yourself and this great cause."

"You call what you do a career?" Megan said in surprise: "A terrifying career?"

"Okay." The guy smiled disdainfully and waved his hands and said, "I think you are here to argue about this, right? Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Meghan didn't mind this guy's slightly arrogant attitude. After chuckling, he looked like a winner and said, "I think you should know that your Mexican friend is finished, right?"

"Mexico?" This guy's eyes flashed when he heard the name of Mexico, but he did not admit it after speaking. "You might be wrong. I don't know any Mexicans. If you know a few Germans, it's really possible."

"Haha. Why?" Megan smiled with contempt and said: "Can a person who does a great cause be honestly answered such a simple question? Is your great cause carried out by lies?"

"I just said it, there is no need to argue. You asked, and I answered. I really don't know the Mexicans." The man answered.

"That's strange, why does this person know you?" Megan asked. "We found you all the way from the clues we got from him. Let's talk about it. If you don't admit it, it may not be good for your Mexican friend, and you even lack respect. You should know that the Mexican man has devoted himself to your great cause, right?"

Megan's words made the man stunned. Obviously, Hernandez's death touched him, and it should have been quite a touch. So at this moment, the guy hesitated, but then he shook his head and said, "Sorry, I really don't know any Mexicans. I've never seen him."

"Okay, since you don't admit it, then let it go." Megan nodded and said, "Then you should know Masri, right?"

"Masri?" The man looked at Megan with a questioning look, "This is a very ordinary name. If you say I know, I must know, and I know more than one. Are you interested in them? I can tell you all."

Megan sneered, he knew that this guy was still playing tricks. She nodded and said, "Don't you really plan to communicate with me well? Do you know why I caught your family?"
Chapter completed!