Although he already knew something from McMillan, Luo Hao still hoped to get an "official" explanation from James.
"You should have got the news from McMillan." James walked into the room, looked at Parker, who had dull eyes and even drool at the corner of his mouth, and said, "We gave him drugs to make him talk, and this drug
It will directly destroy the human brain."
James pointed to the position of his head and said: "His current IQ is only equivalent to the level of a five or six-year-old child. He will be sent back to the country tomorrow. If he is lucky, he may spend the rest of his life in a nursing home.
Days; bad luck, or being sent to federal prison."
Luo Hao and James left the room where Parker was detained together, and on the way back to the command room of the Joint Operations Command, Luo Hao asked James about the whereabouts of Silenkot. After all, Silenkot was the ultimate goal of this joint operation.
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James shook his head helplessly and said: "Silenkot was very cautious this time. Originally we thought we could get the whereabouts of Silenkot from Parker, but unfortunately, even Parker didn't know the whereabouts of Silenkot this time.
Where did he go? Originally we all thought that Sirenkot was still in the Middle East, but based on the information we have obtained so far, it is very likely that Sirenkot has left the Middle East. However, Parker still told us a few things that we did not know.
The Marine Corps Intelligence Office (MCIA) has investigated the safe houses set up by Rencott and hopes to get some clues from the safe houses Parker told them."
It was early the next morning when McMillan and the others returned to the Joint Operations Command. In the room, Luo Hao heard the roar of a helicopter turboprop engine coming from outside. He immediately turned over from the bed and sat up, quickly put on his clothes and placed a kiss on Yunxi's forehead.
After giving her a kiss and letting her continue sleeping, she left the room.
The lights on the aircraft carrier deck were brightly illuminated. McMillan led members of SEAL Team 6 and the Marines as they walked out of the cabin of the SH-53E "Super Stallion" transport helicopter. The camouflage uniforms they wore were very dirty. They had obviously experienced it again.
There was a fierce battle.
After McMillan stepped off the transport helicopter, he immediately called for the medical team on standby on the aircraft carrier deck to come forward to treat the wounded who had been rescued by them. McMillan saw Luo Hao standing on the aircraft carrier deck and greeted the team members around him,
He walked towards Luo Hao and said, "We found your team members, they..."
Hearing McMillan's words, Luo Hao's heart twitched. He forced himself to calm down and stared at McMillan, waiting for what he would say next.
"Their lives are not in danger, but they are seriously injured." McMillan looked at Luo Hao and said: "As for whether they can continue to serve in the special forces after recovery, it can only be determined by the situation after treatment."
"Thank you!" Luo Hao shook McMillan's hand vigorously, then hugged him and said, "It's best if they can survive. As for whether they can continue to serve in the special forces, it doesn't matter. In fact, if they can do it because of this incident,
If they can leave the special forces, it may not be a good choice for themselves or their families."
"One more thing." McMillan pointed to the special operations team members who were lying on stretchers and being carried for treatment and would be sent back to their respective countries in the next few days. "We just found them this time," he said.
Some of the captured hostages were found, but your team members only found five. It is still unclear where the rest are being held. Silenkot was very cunning. He separated the hostages and held them separately, so that he would not have all the hostages in his hands.
Chips.”
Luo Hao nodded, turned and walked towards the bridge to visit the five people who were rescued. The five people rescued this time were Liu Zijin, Situ Kong, Zhang Zihang, Chen Yingtian and Lin Xiaoyang. The five people were seriously injured.
In addition to the wounds left when being attacked by Tomahawk missiles, most of the wounds were left after being severely tortured. Because the wounds were not treated in time and due to the hot weather here, some wounds even ulcerated.
This is not a good situation. Wound ulceration and infection are fatal killers for the wounded.
"They will all be fine." Yunxi walked to Luo Hao and comforted him.
Although Luo Hao told Yunxi to have a good rest when he left the room, Yunxi couldn't worry about Luo Hao and still put on his clothes and chased him out.
Luo Hao took a deep breath, then nodded and said to Yun Xi, "I suddenly want to eat the breakfast you made."
"I'll go tell the kitchen what you want to eat and I'll cook it for you."
Yunxi's voice was soft, and it felt like a warm spring breeze was blowing through my heart, which was very comfortable.
"Porridge, or steamed buns." Luo Hao said without thinking.
"Okay." Yunxi nodded lightly. In the past few days, he had eaten Western-style meals on the ship. When Luo Hao mentioned this, Yunxi was also aroused. In order to take care of the two at home,
When Luo Zhan and Yun You were only four years old, the two little guys would quarrel over a white steamed bun. In the end, when Yun You cried, Luo Hao would snatch it away.
The steamed buns were obediently put back in front of Yun You, but as her sister, Yun You would still break off half of them and give them to Luo Zhan.
In the kitchen, the chef who was preparing breakfast heard Yunxi's request and quickly provided her with the ingredients she needed. When at home, Yunxi made various porridges and noodles in different ways, but after
There is only white noodles here.
We can't make porridge, we can only make steamed buns.
For foreigners, Chinese food is full of magical power, and the different food cultures in different cities are full of temptations for Westerners. So when seeing Yunxi making noodles, the sergeant in charge of the kitchen stopped.
He stopped what he was doing and watched Yunxi make breakfast.
When Yunxi took the steamed buns out of the pot, the sergeant stepped forward, looked at the steamed buns made with white flour and some other ingredients in the kitchen in Yunxi's hand, and said: "Sir, although I know this is very uncomfortable.
I'm polite, but I still want to ask you if you can keep one of the buns you made?"
Many Americans can't tell the difference between steamed buns and steamed buns, which are two completely different pastas.
"I'm sorry, Sergeant." Yunxi smiled and shook his head and said, "This is what I prepared for my husband."
The sergeant said regretfully: "I really envy your husband for having a wife like you."
Yunxi walked into the restaurant with the prepared steamed buns in hand under the envious gazes of everyone.