"This is Lieutenant Noland." Wharton pointed to the taller one of the two SEALs and said: "He is the leader of the team. The tactical team led by him will provide you with operational support for the next operations."
"Hello." Noland stretched out his big hand, shook hands with Qin Fei and others, and introduced his vice-captain to him: "This is Sith, the senior sergeant major in our team, he is a
A legendary figure, he is now our team's intelligence officer and tactical noncommissioned officer, as well as a negotiation and interrogation expert."
Qin Fei took the initiative to shake hands with Sith.
Sis is older, in Qin Fei's opinion, he is thirty-five years old.
The special forces of the United States are all professional soldiers, just like Mist, who is also 32 years old and has been a soldier for more than ten years. The Sith in front of him has a thick beard and looks like a military appearance that is really unflattering, but he has a pair of eyes.
But extremely sharp.
Qin Fei could see that Lieutenant Noland was not exaggerating in praising his subordinates. He was really a veteran who had experienced many battles and should not be underestimated.
But this is not a good thing for Qin Fei.
Working with such smart and capable people, and trying to snatch the elixir of stealing the sky from their hands, is as risky as pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth.
If you are not careful, the SEAL team discovers that you, Mist, Maggie and the other three have other plans, and a fierce battle breaks out. It is really not a joke, and you will die in the hands of these people in minutes.
Sith also seems to be very interested in Qin Fei.
He is responsible for intelligence analysis. Each SEAL team has a professional soldier who has been trained by the intelligence department. He must obtain the title of senior intelligence officer before being assigned to the team.
Although Sith's position in the team is more civilian, because it involves intelligence analysis and tactical arrangements, as well as interrogating captured target persons when appropriate, because he has considerable research in psychology.
Noland did not over-praise the Sith. He could afford the lieutenant's praise for him. As a senior veteran of the SEAL team, he had participated in the battles in Iraq and Afghanistan and had been on the line of fire. That was why he had been retained for a long time.
He has a big beard because he has a terrible scar on his chin, which was left by the Afghan guerrillas as a souvenir.
Qin Fei's age and the calm and slightly murderous look in his eyes surprised Sith. The Chinese DEA operations specialist in front of him looked so young, but he looked no less than any of his men.
Navy SEAL.
"Jack, you look really young." Sith asked intentionally or unintentionally: "How long have you been in the DEA?"
"I got admitted after graduating from university, but I have been working on the front lines in South America and have never been in an office." Qin Fei has memorized the forged resume by heart, and the identity of the fictional Jack Chen is already known, "Yes.
Don’t you think I’m too young?”
He asked Sith in return, which would help him control the situation in the conversation.
Sure enough, Sisi smiled slightly, and the doubts in his heart were slightly dispelled. Moreover, the scars on Qin Fei's hands and neck told him that this man had really experienced life and death, instead of sitting in the office and watching.
The kind of pretty guy who does documents.
"I'm just surprised. I know a lot of people in the DEA, but people like you are rare. I think you should not stay in the DEA, but join the army or even join us. If you are very interested, you can
You can apply to join us and I'll be happy to see you at our base in Colorado."
The Colorado base that Sis mentioned is located in San Diego. It is a military training base for SEALs. Their annual selection of trainees is conducted there, and the process is very harsh, with an extremely high elimination rate.
"I still like my current position for the time being. If I get tired of it in the future, I will sign up." Qin Fei deliberately changed the topic.
"Okay, okay, it's time for us to sit down and study tonight's actions together." Lieutenant Noland pointed at his men around him and said: "These are my brothers, that one is Faraday, this one is Hughes, in
The one sleeping is Lester, and the two playing baseball are Bardis and Bach..."
He briefly named Qin Fei and the other three men one by one. Except for Lester, who was sleeping soundly, the others who were named nodded casually towards Qin Fei and the other three.
, it’s like saying hello.
After introducing his men, Lieutenant Noland led the three of them around the helicopter towards a corner of the hangar, where there was a ping pong table that could be used as a conference table.
When passing by the helicopter, Qin Fei looked at this very special Black Hawk helicopter with great interest and found that its fuselage was made of a strange matte material, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
Noland seemed to notice Qin Fei's little move and smiled: "Is this your first time seeing a nightingale?"
"What nightingale?" Qin Fei was a little confused.
"Oh! I'm talking about this RUH-60, which is a stealth helicopter." Noland said: "We often use it on missions. This is the best stealth helicopter in the world."
After speaking, he pointed to the helicopter and said, "If you like, you can take a look."
Qin Fei is a soldier and is of course very interested in arms and weapons. This is the first time in his life that he has seen this legendary stealth helicopter appear in front of him.
This type of helicopter has always been a secret of the US military in the past. The first time it really appeared in the public eye was during the operation that killed Ben.**.
After all, the DEA is just the Drug Enforcement Administration, and even its operators have no chance to come into contact with this latest technology, so Noland somewhat wanted to satisfy Qin Fei's curiosity. After all, he had a good impression of this Chinese agent.
Qin Fei simply walked under the helicopter openly. Noland pointed to the butterfly fairing on the helicopter engine: "Did you see the noise suppressor? This is top secret equipment."
Qin Fei touched the nose of the plane as if he were touching a horse that had just won the championship.
"Doesn't the special paint that suppresses infrared reflection feel good to the touch?" Lieutenant Noland said, patting Qin Fei on the shoulder: "Let's go, study the action plan first, and check the situation tonight, if necessary
, we can dispatch two such aircraft."
"Really?" Qin Fei couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Of course, his little excitement actually made the senior Sith sergeant on the side trust Qin Fei even more.
When he first saw Qin Fei, he was somewhat suspicious. Firstly, Qin Fei was too young, and secondly, a Chinese was sent to work in South America. This was somewhat unreasonable. After all, it was better to use a Mexican agent than to use a Chinese agent.
An Asian agent would be more suitable.
However, Qin Fei gave him the feeling that he was a very fighting young man. Soldiers would appreciate strong men rather than cowards. The scars on Qin Fei's hands and neck were all left in battles, which made Sis let go.
He was half worried, and Qin Fei's expression when he saw the helicopter's eyes shining also made him feel relieved.
There is no combatant who would not be tempted when seeing the RUH-60 helicopter, and stop and take a look. If not, that would be a bit abnormal, but if he is interested, and steps forward to watch, that is a normal reaction.
The five of them came to sit down at the table tennis table. Maggie took out a laptop from her backpack, placed it on the table, and started it.
Soon, the computer prompted for fingerprint identification.
Maggie put her finger on the screen, checked the fingerprint, and the system entered the interface.
She skillfully opened the software and loaded in photos and intelligence information.
"This is our destination this time - a small town called Cavallon, located in the deep forests of central Mexico. This town is completely controlled by a criminal group called Seta, and their leader is named
Veneto…”
Clicking on the photo for another chapter, a sturdy middle-aged man with a Central American face appeared on the screen. (To be continued)