Wang Zhen: I, yes!

The P1 level team is different from the ordinary team in the Imperial Barrier. For ordinary level employees, tasks can be issued directly, but at the P1 level, many tasks need to be explained in detail.

So, every time I assign tasks, I have to find Bourne, but this time Bourne wants Wang Zhen to listen.

Borrow this guy's brain.

"The company has a mission?" Wang Zhen walked quickly to Bourne and asked in a low voice.

"yes."

"What are you calling me for?"

"Go and listen and analyze."

"What about Mountbatten and the others?"

"Huh?" Byrne was taken aback.

"Didn't you just call me instead of calling them?" Wang Zhen gritted his teeth, "Brother, you are... not good, call them all!"

"That's right." Byrne nodded quickly.

Watching Bourne turn his head to call other people, Wang Zhen rubbed his teeth. These soldiers are good at everything, bold and straightforward, but they are too rough.

PMC is not just about fighting and killing, it also needs to be humane.

...

In the small conference room, Cobham sat in the main seat, and the scythe team lined up on the left and right.

Cobham's gaze stayed in Wangzhen Town for a while. This was the first time he looked at Bourne, a new player. He was ordinary, but his smile was quite gentle.

Coughing lightly, Cobham said, "Let me introduce the mission. The mission comes from the Footholding Building and requires us to protect a person."

As he spoke, he clicked the mouse, and a photo of a person appeared on the projection wall.

"Faisal ibn Abdul Aziz, an Iraqi, a member of the Kadima Party, and a parliamentarian, your task is to protect his personal safety."

"Is there a problem?" Cobham looked at Bourne.

Normally, Bourne would ask how long the protection would last, how much the mission commission would be, and then take over the mission, but this time Bourne looked at Wang Zhen, raised his chin, and signaled him to speak.

This time, all eyes were on Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen scratched his head and forced out a smile, saying that he must say it. He has almost no combat experience, and his combat ability is also lackluster. Now, he acts as the brains of the team.

"Mr. Cobham, I would like to ask, which faction does this Faisal ibn Abdul Aziz believe in?" There is a reason why Wang Zhen asked this first.

Although Lannatai believes in Buddhism, YSL is the mainstream belief in Southeast Asia, and has been infiltrating Lannatai, and the situation is serious.

Within YSL, belief factions are very important.

"Sunni," said Cobham.

"The Kadima Party is dominated by Sunnis? What is the composition of Iraq's current political system, and who is in charge?"

The corner of Cobham's mouth curled up, and he turned his head to look at Bourne. He had told Bourne about this kind of problem before, but this group of guys with all their brains never cared about it. It was too complicated, and it gave me a headache.

After a long time, he stopped talking. Now, someone actually asked about it.

No need to think about it, Cobham understands it very well, and said directly: "The current political system in Iraq is that the Kurds serve as the president, the Sunnis serve as the prime minister, and the Shiites serve as the speaker of the parliament. Do you know the Kurds?"

"I know that a race with a large population living in the border areas of the four countries of Iraq, Iran, Syria, and Turkey has not established an independent country." Wang Zhen replied: "So, how dangerous is this mission?"

Yao Ji is a late-night supper, and Wang Zhen is poor, so he spends time by swiping his phone and watching the news. He has really learned about this race.

"You are the P1 team, and the money from the foot-covering building is not so easy to get." Cobham said with a smile: "Before you went, this Mr. Faisal was not in danger, but when you go, the danger will be there." ."

"In other words, our protection is more about political considerations." Wang Zhen's mouth twitched, and he immediately thought of the problem. Faisal became the US agent in Iraq.

In the conference room, Mountbatten and the others looked blank, and Bourne frowned. What does this have to do with the mission?

"Yes, if the situation is too dangerous, then give up Feisal, so you should care more about your own safety than protecting Feisal's." Cobham clapped his hands lightly, "If it was before, I I won't tell Bourne this, it will make Bourne don't know how to carry out the task."

"How do you know when to give up? What if the mission fails?" Byrne frowned, his tone full of displeasure.

What frontline soldiers hate most is this kind of ambiguous task.

What's the point of fighting and not fighting, retreating and not retreating!

It's too hard for them to think about dirty issues like politics.

Cobham spread his hands, "Bourne, it was your people who asked the question. It's not my fault."

Bourne glared at Wang Zhen angrily.

Wang Zhen rubbed his nose, and didn't answer Bourne in a hurry, "There should be a lot of this kind of mission from the Foot-Handling Building."

Cultivating agents, of course, is the model of raising Gu. Casting a wide net, this kind of agent has found hundreds of people in the United States.

Wujiao Building has already paid 80% of the commission, even if it fails, there is no need to refund, but Cobham will not say, UU reading www.uukanshu. com really told the following people, then will they carry out the task or just give up?

The success rate of missions is very important for imperial barriers.

Cobham thought for a while and said, "The Footholding Building has divided 5 levels for this kind of protection task, and what you get is a level 3 task, and the task time limit is three months."

"Where might our enemies come from?" Wang Zhen asked again.

"That's too much." Cobham thought for a while and said, "After the withdrawal of US troops from Iraq this year, the situation in Iraq is very unstable. Your enemies may come from the terrorist organization Ais Ais, or the Shiites supported by Iran. , or anti-American Sunnis, even the Kurds, or other people supported by the United States may attack you."

"That is to say, no one can be trusted except ourselves." Wang Zhen's face was serious.

"The company has a branch in Iraq, which will be your backing."

Mayor Wang let out a long breath, "I have information about Iraq, government, religion, system, factions, etc."

"Yes, I will have someone send it to you." Cobham nodded.

"Then I'm fine." Wang Zhen looked at Bourne.

The corner of Bourne's mouth twitched. Damn, I didn't have any problems at first, but now, my mind is full of problems!

I have asked so many questions, so, what kind of situation is considered critical, you don't need to care about the target's life or death! ! !

What nonsense!

When he came out of the conference room, Bourne's face was darker than ever, Wang Zhen lowered his head and dared not speak at all.

Is it my fault?

ah!

Isn't that what a meeting is like, it's all nonsense from the beginning to the end, you need to go back and slowly understand the spirit of the meeting...

Wang Zhen: I, that's right!