In the reception room, Bourne locked the door from the inside and found a place to sit down.
He took a bottle of ice water from Wang Zhen and took a sip, then said: "What are the uses of those things you asked about?"
Wang Zhen: "..."
His words were too direct and sounded like a question. Of course, Wang Zhen knew that this was not what Bourne meant. The knowledge and language skills of these foreigners, especially those from the middle and lower classes, did not allow them to speak tactfully.
In terms of basic education, even in the world's largest country, there are still many people at the bottom who cannot read newspapers and books.
Yes, I don’t know the words.
This is related to the language system. To put it simply, many new words are created every year, and those new words that are more professional will never be recognized by non-majors.
This is completely different from Chinese system.
After organizing his words a little, Wang Zhen said: "The clearer the understanding, the better we can grasp the appropriateness of doing things. This is related to everyone's life."
"This mission is not so much protection as it is a political statement and investment. If Faisal accepts our protection, it means that he is showing to all forces in Iraq that he has surrendered to the Americans and has begun to have some influence."
Got a backer."
"And we are an outward manifestation of the support of the U.S. government."
"No, you said I have a headache. What does this have to do with our mission? It's enough to keep the target safe!" Bayonet Kennan rubbed his temples with a depressed look on his face.
"Ha, idiot!" Mountbatten sneered.
"Then explain what this has to do with!" Bayonet looked over sideways.
Mountbatten: "..."
Mountbatten quietly stood up from the sofa and walked toward the door.
"What are you doing?" Bourne frowned.
"Ah? I... I have a stomachache and I have to go to the bathroom." Mountbatten quickly explained.
Wang Zhen suppressed his laughter and coughed lightly, "The relationship is that our appearance will touch the interests and sensitivities of many people. As a member of Parliament, he represents some interest groups. His competitors will definitely want to kill him after they find out that he has grown stronger."
He has political opponents, economic opponents, and religious opponents."
"The other one is the terrorist. Before he received protection, he was just one of hundreds of congressmen. He was not special in any way and was not noticed or remembered by others. But it is different after receiving protection. For Ace,
To a certain extent, Faisal now represents the face of the United States. Killing him and publicizing it would be more sensational than creating a terrorist attack."
"So, from the moment we start protecting Faisal, we are going to face a lot of dangers, life-threatening dangers."
"Yeah, they're all attacks anyway. Do you know what the difference is?" Shovel Joey didn't understand either.
"Ahem, I have a stomachache too." Bayonet Kennan raised his hand, stood up and walked quickly towards the door, "It hurts, it hurts."
Bourne: "..."
Wang Zhen: "..."
Dare you be more fake!
Wang Zhen patted his forehead and said, "Cobham just said that the United States has chosen many such agents in Iraq. In Baghdad, I estimate that there are hundreds of them in local areas. In other words, Faisal is not
It’s not as important as we thought.”
"If I guess it's correct, for this kind of mission, the foot covering building must have paid first, and the account has been settled."
"We need to protect Faisal, to show it to the Iraqis, and to show it to the Foot Covering Building, but this protection must have a limit. Once the intensity of the attack is too high, we can completely abandon Faisal if we are in danger.
you."
"Do you understand what I mean? That is, there is no need for us to risk our lives to save Faisal."
"How to judge this limit? What to do with the task completion rate? What to do with the task commission?" Bourne asked in a deep voice. This was the problem that troubled him.
"There is no way to judge now. I need the information provided by the company. I need to investigate the attacker's information after the attack. I need to judge from many aspects. Moreover, I may not know what will change when I get to the place." Wang Zhen said with a wry smile.
No matter where this thing is made clear, different people's judgments will be different.
Bourne put on a mask of pain and sighed heavily.
"Ahem, um, why don't the two donkeys come back? I'm going to see if they fell into the toilet." Joey coughed lightly and stood up.
Bourne glared over.
Do I look easy to deceive?
The poet Derek stood up silently without speaking, and followed him silently.
Before Derek went out, he whispered: "Well, don't call me next time something like this happens. Just tell me who I want to kill. Thank you."
After that, he helped close the door very considerately.
Bourne looked blank and covered his face with his hands. How embarrassing!
Wang Zhen: "..."
"Ahem, there's another reason. I'm thinking about whether I can squeeze some oil out of Faisal. After all, he's a congressman, and Iraq is still an oil-producing country. We risk our lives to protect him, so we have to have some.
Express it!"
"I still have so many unpaid debts."
Bourne quickly put down his hand and looked at Wang Zhen, his eyes regained their luster, "Very good, you can think more about this!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure." Wang Zhen assured.
As he said that, there was a knock on the door, and a woman opened the door and walked in, "Bourne, the information you want."
Wang Zhen quickly stood up and took it. There was a thick stack of introductions about the situation in Iraq and the various forces, all printed on A4 paper.
"Part of this information is confidential, please be careful not to lose it or spread it outside." The woman said softly.
"OK." Wang Zhen nodded.
The woman turned and walked out. Wang Zhen looked up the catalog and said, "Bern, come and take a look, I'll analyze it for you..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw Bourne standing up suddenly, "Then, you go on, I, I, I'll go see why they haven't come back yet."
After that, without waiting for Wang Zhen's reply, he turned around and left in a hurry.
Wang Zhen reached out to grab it, but Bourne pulled him away. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He could clearly see the look of fear in Bourne's eyes just now.
Looking at the door opening and closing, Wang Zhen couldn't help but mutter, "As for it?"
…
Bourne walked very fast, as if there was something terrifying behind him. As soon as he reached the elevator, he saw Mountbatten and the four others.
Eyes facing each other...
Four people: "..."
Bourne: "..."
Ahem, Bourne broke the calm first, "The company just sent a document, so thick!!"
As he spoke, he gestured with an exaggerated expression, "It's all about Iraq. Wang wants me to read it together."
The eyes of Mountbatten and the other four people widened with astonishment on their faces, "Does he want you to die?"
"I think so!" Byrne nodded with deep understanding, "If I could stand it, I wouldn't have failed to get into a community college!"
"I remember Wang said he graduated from middle school."
"Seems to be."
"You can speak three languages and still like to watch boring stuff like this. How perverted."
Joey nodded heavily, "I swear, I can fall asleep just by reading one page of that kind of thing."
"Heh, I only need half a page!" Kennan pouted.
"I just need to take a look!" Mountbatten refused to be outdone.
"It's stupid." The poet looked up at the ceiling, "People's joys and sorrows are not the same..."
The elevator door opened, and five people walked in. They faintly heard voices coming out, "Then go and see!"