Chapter 12 Chapter 10 Objectives

The journey to Las Cruz was an unexpected break for Mustafa and his friends, and although they didn't show it, there was already an excitement in the air.They are already in the United States, and there are people they want to kill here. The mission is almost completed, not just a few kilometers away, but a mysterious and invisible boundary.They are already in the house of the evil satan who is spreading death in their homeland and on the Muslims throughout the Muslim world, who are supporting Israel almost flatteringly. At Deming, they turned east toward Las Cruz, along Interstate 10, and had another sixty-two miles, or one hundred kilometers, to reach their next stopover.There are all kinds of billboards along the road, advertising hotels and places to eat, as well as all kinds of common or incredible tourist attractions.More land flies by, and the horizon seems out of reach even as the car plows along at a steady seventy mph.

Their driver was the same as before, he was obviously a Mexican, and he didn't say a word along the way.Maybe a mercenary too.Nobody said anything, the driver didn't because he didn't care, the passengers didn't because their English was accented, maybe the driver would notice.So far it just reminds the driver of picking up a few people on the dirt roads of southern Mexico and taking them somewhere. It might be harder for the other members, Mustafa thought.They had to believe that he knew what he was doing.He is the mission commander, the leader of a group of fighters who will be divided into four groups and never reunite.This is a task that has been carefully planned. In the future, the only way for them to communicate will be through the computer, and the number of times will be very small.They will follow a simple schedule, operate independently, and go towards the only strategic goal.Their plan would rock America like never before, Mustafa told himself as he watched a station wagon pass them.In the station wagon were two parents, and a pair of apparently their young children, a boy of about four years old and a younger child, perhaps a year and a half.Heretics, these people are targets.

He wrote down all the mission plans and printed them on pure white paper in 14 point Geneva font.There are four copies in total, one for each group leader.Other data resides on personal computers, one of which everyone carries in his little tote bag.They also had a change of shirts, underwear, and other things.In fact, they don't need too many things, and the plan doesn't intend for them to keep too many things, just to confuse the Americans even more. Thinking of all this, he smiled and looked at the countryside passing by.Mustafa lit a cigarette; he had only three left.He took a deep breath of the smoke from the burning tobacco, the car's air conditioner blowing cold air into his face.Behind them, the sun was slowly setting from the sky.They would reach the next and final rest stop in the dark.This, he thought, was a good tactical plan.He knew it was just a coincidence, but if that was the case, it meant that Allah himself was smiling in approval of their plan.Of course, that's what he should do.They all serve Allah.

Another dull day at work, young Jack thought to himself as he walked to his car.He hasn't discussed the park with anyone, because no one's security level can know all this, although the reasons for all this are not very clear.He was certainly able to discuss with his father in detail that the President was entitled to know everything, and that former Presidents had the same level of access, if not by law, then by rule of thumb.But no, he couldn't do that.Dad wouldn't be happy with his new job, he'd probably make a phone call and screw it all up, and Jake Jr. now has enough leads to keep himself busy for months.However, being able to discuss something from all angles with someone who is well aware of the various situations in the world is a very lucky thing.As long as someone says, yes, and yes, you did a lot for truth and justice and American values.This is really important.

Can he really change anything?The world was still working as usual, and he couldn't change much.Even his father, with so much power, couldn't do this.As the son of the former president, how much can he do and how much can he accomplish?If it's possible for the wrong part of the world to be fixed, it should be done by people who don't care if it's possible, people who are too young and too stupid to know what's impossible.But neither his mother nor his father believed in the impossible, and that's how they raised him.Sally was about to graduate from medical school into oncology; something their mother regretted not having pursued her own medical path.Sally told everyone who asked her that she would be there to save them when the Cancer Dragon delivered its final, fatal blow.Therefore, the Ren family's beliefs do not believe that there are impossible things in the world.He just doesn't know what to do right now, but the world is full of things to learn, isn't it?He's smart and well-educated, and his sizable trust fund means he's able to give it a go without worrying about starving him to death if he messes with the wrong people.That was the most important freedom left to him by his father, and John.Patrick.Wren II was smart enough to know how important this was to him; even if he didn't appreciate the weight of responsibility that came with this freedom.

Tonight, they decided to go to a local steakhouse instead of cooking their own dinner.The dining room was full of University of Virginia students, all of whom seemed smart, but not as bright as they thought they were, too loud and a little too confident in themselves.That's the beauty of being a child, almost as much as they hate the idea, of parents who love them deeply and still take care of their children's needs, despite the distance between the parents and them.The Carusos watched with interest as they would have done before, but in just a few short years, rigorous training and real-world experience had transformed them into very different people.However, they themselves are not sure what kind of people they have become.Things that seem to be extremely simple in school have become extremely complicated after leaving the embrace of the academic world.Having said that, this world is not a non-zero or one digital world. The real world is analogous. It is usually not spotless, but there are always cumbersome details. It will never be like tying shoelaces. No problem.Therefore, every step you take, if you are not careful, you may stumble.Caution comes with experience, and the painful experiences of stumbling and falling, only the worst ones, will be lessons they will never forget.For the brothers, those lessons came early.Not as early as other generations, but early enough for them to understand the consequences of making mistakes in a world that does not understand forgiveness.

Not a bad place.Bryan commented, after eating half of his filet mignon. It's hard enough to screw up a good steak, no matter how stupid the chef is.There's obviously no chef in this place, because the fries that come with the steak taste like raw carbs, and the broccoli looks like it just came out of a freezer bag, Dominique thought. I really should eat something better than this.said the Marine Major thoughtfully. Enjoy it while you can, we're not thirty yet, are we? This sentence made him laugh out loud.That used to seem like a lot of numbers, right? Are we getting old?Oh yes.Let's just say you're pretty young for the major, aren't you?

Brian shrugged: I guess so.My boss likes me and has some nice people working for me, although I've never liked military rations.All I can say about those things is that they keep you alive.My Gunnery Chief loved the stuff and said it was way better than what he ate in the Marines. In the bureau, you'll grow to love Donkins donuts, and their coffee is the best instant coffee in America, but it's hard to keep your belt loose with that kind of food . For a warrior who sits at a desk, you're in pretty good shape, Anzuo.Brian looked at the other party and said generously.After a morning run, his brother often looked like he was about to collapse.But for the Marines, a three-mile run is as much a way to wake up as a morning cup of coffee.I still want to know what our training is for.Brian said after taking another big mouthful.

Dude, we're trained to kill, that's all we need to know.Touch it without anyone noticing, and then slip away without being noticed. With a pistol?Brian asked suspiciously, a bit noisy and not as reliable as a rifle.In Afghanistan, I had a sniper on my team who took out some bad guys from almost a fucking mile away.It was a Barrett .50, one of those big guys, built like a wrestling star on steroids.Or fire a . 50 from a Maduss machine gun, and it's pretty accurate or something, it's a surefire hit, you know?It's hard to walk around with a half-inch hole in your body.Especially when his sniper Alan.Roberts, a black guy from Detroit, likes to hit the head with a shot, and the .50 will literally punch a hole in the head.

Well, maybe with a silencer.You can do a pretty good job of suppressing pistols. I have seen.We use them for training in scout school, but when you're wearing a suit, they're a hell of a burden.And you still have to pull it out, stand still, and aim at your target's head.Unless they send us into James.Pound School, have taken their amazing courses, otherwise we wouldn't be able to kill too many people with pistols, Anzuo. Well, maybe we'll use something else. So, you don't know either? Hey man, I'm still being paid by the bureau.All I know is, Gus.Weiner sent me here, and that makes the matter generally okay I think.he concluded.

You mentioned the name before, who the hell is he? Deputy Director, boss of the newly formed counter-terrorism department.No one dared to mess with Gus. He was the head of the hostage rescue team, and he was an expert in every position.Very smart guy, but also tough.I don't think he's the type to pass out at the sight of blood, but he also really has a brain.Terrorism is a new topic in the Bureau, Daniel.Murray didn't pick him for the job because he could shoot a gun.He and Murray have a very close relationship, dating back more than twenty years, and Murray is not an idiot.Anyway, if Gus sent me here, it must be okay with someone.So, I'll keep playing with them until the day they ask me to do something illegal. Me too.But I'm still a little nervous. Las Cruz has a small airport for short-haul aircraft, so there are car rental companies operating near the airport.As they drove in, Mustafa tensed up instead.He and one of his accomplices will rent a car here, while the other two will rent cars from other car rental companies in the city. Everything is ready.The driver told them that he handed over two pieces of paper, which are the booking number, and your car is a Ford Crown Victoria four-door sedan.Since we didn't go to El Paso, we can't rent a station wagon for you according to your request, but it's not necessary.You can use your credit card, the name is Thomas.Salazar, and your friend's name is Hector.Santos.Just give them your booking number and do what they say.very simple.To the driver, the two men looked nothing like Latin blood, but the rental-car company was a casual redneck who spoke little more than tacos and beer in Spanish. Mustafa got out of the car, walked into the office, and beckoned his friend to follow him. Soon, he knew it was really easy.I don't know who opened this company, and I didn't bother to find smart employees.The boy who was in charge of receiving the guests just sat on the desk and read the comics intently, almost to the point of obsession. Hello.Mustafa tried to be calm and said, I have booked a car.He wrote down the reservation number on a note and handed it to the other party. OKThe receptionist didn't look impatient when he had to put down the latest Batman comic.He knows how to operate the office computer.The computer immediately spits out the car rental form already filled out with most of the details. Mustafa handed him his international driver's license, and the receptionist took a photocopy and stapled the photocopy to the stub of the car rental form.He was glad Mr. Salazar took all the insurance options because he had the added bonus of encouraging his guests to do so. Well, your car is a white Ford and it's parked in bay 4.Just walk out that door and turn right.The key is in the car, sir. Thank you.Mustafa spoke in accented English.Is it really that simple? Apparently, it's that simple.He just got into his Ford and adjusted the seat when Scheid had already appeared in the fifth parking space, ready to drive another green car of the same model.There are maps of New Mexico on both cars, but honestly, they don't need one.The two started the engine, slowly drove out of the parking space, and drove towards the street, where the SUV was still waiting.It's easy to follow those SUVs. Although there are many cars in Las Cruz's urban area, there is not much traffic during dinner time. There is another car rental company on Batiao Street to the north, which is obviously the city center of Las Cruz.It was a rental-car company called Hertz, which Mustafa thought seemed a bit run by a Jew.Two of his other accomplices walked in, and ten minutes later they were out in a new rental car.This time it was a Ford, the same model he and Scheider had rented.Having done these things, they have completed possibly the most dangerous part of their mission.They followed the SUVs and drove a few kilometers north, about twenty kilometers, and then turned off the road and turned onto another dirt road. There seemed to be many such roads here.In fact, it's pretty much the same as back home.After another kilometer or so, a lonely house appeared, with only a truck parked near what appeared to be a home.When they got there, all the cars stopped and everyone got out. Mustafa knew that this would be their last official meeting. All the weapons you need are here.Juan told them.He pointed to Mustafa and said: Please come with me. Inside this plain wooden house is an out-and-out arsenal, with a total of sixteen cardboard boxes containing sixteen MAC｜10 light machine guns (Annotation: MAC｜10 Whispering Death ), is a product of Ingram, and its silencer should not be as exaggerated as described in the article).This kind of gun is not a high-end gun, because MAC is made of tool steel by casting method, and the surface treatment of metal is generally quite poor.Each gun comes with a dozen loaded magazines, held together upside-down with electrical duct tape, two by two. These are brand new guns, none of which have ever been fired.Juan told them that each gun also had a silencer attached, not very useful, but it enhanced the stability and accuracy of the gun.These guns are not as easy to master as the Uzi, but the Uzi is more difficult to come by here.The gun has an effective range of about ten meters, is easy to load and unload, and has a fairly high rate of fire with an open bolt. In the state, the bullet has not been loaded, and the bolt is fixed behind. When the trigger is pulled, the bolt starts to move forward to load the bullet and fire at the same time. The advantage of this type of bolt is that when the trigger has not been pulled, the gun chamber is Open, it is good for heat dissipation, and it is very beneficial for high-speed automatic weapons, such as submachine guns. But the disadvantage is that the first bullet may interfere with the aiming due to the forward movement of the bolt, so the accuracy is better than that of the closed bolt. (closed bolt) Poor. In fact, this type of gun can fire a thirty-round magazine in less than three seconds, which is a bit too fast for combat use. However, these guys in In Juan's eyes, there seemed to be nothing special. They are nothing special.Sixteen Arabs, each holding a gun, weighed it, as if greeting a new friend.Then someone picked up a pair of magazines stop, don't move!Juan stopped it immediately, you can't load and load the gun in the house, if you want to try shooting, there are gun targets outside. Wouldn't that be too loud?asked Mustafa. The nearest house was four kilometers away, Juan replied dismissively.Since bullets couldn't fly that far, he believed the noise wouldn't either.But this time, he was wrong. His guests, however, thought he knew everything about the place.They are certainly willing to try these guns, especially in the way of shooting what they like.Twenty meters from the house there was a sandy field strewn with large crates and cardboard boxes.They loaded the magazines one by one, pulled the bolt of the light machine gun to load the bullets.No one gave the official order to fire, everyone just followed Mustafa's actions, and Mustafa grabbed the sling that hung under the muzzle flasher and pulled the trigger. The results were quite satisfactory, the sound of the MAC｜10 was decent, like all guns of this type, the muzzle bounces slightly up and to the right when fired, but since this is the first time to test the gun, And it was only on the shooting range, so he tried his best to make the bullets hit the cardboard box six meters in front of him on the left.It didn't take much time, the trigger quickly reciprocated, opened and locked the chamber, fired thirty rounds of 9mm Remington pistol bullets, and ejected the shell casings.He considered pulling out the magazine, turning it around, reloading the other magazine glued together, and enjoying another two or three seconds of firing.However, he managed to restrain himself from this thought.There is still opportunity, and it is in the near future. What about the silencer?he asked Juan. In the box, screw onto the fire cap.It is better to use the way of screwing up, and it is easier to control the direction in which the bullet is fired, you know.Juan said in a somewhat authoritative tone.Many years ago, in Dallas and Santa Fe, he used the MAC|10 to eliminate business competitors and others who displeased him.Besides, he looked a little uneasily at his guests, who were too often grinning grimly.These people are not on the same path as him, Juan.Sandoval told himself that it would be better to let them go as soon as possible.These people should not be too far away from achieving their goals, but these are none of his business.His orders came from the top, very high, and his immediate boss made it very clear to him a week ago.Relatively, the money he received has the same weight. Juan has no special opinion on this, but for him who is very experienced in seeing people, there is always a red warning light flashing in his heart for these people . Mustafa followed him back into the house and picked up the silencer.This thing is about ten centimeters in diameter and about half a meter long.As mentioned before, the silencer can be screwed on using the threads on the fire cap.Overall, this thing really improves the balance of this gun.He weighed the gun, sure he would like the feeling.Because after the silencer is installed, the degree of upward movement of the fire cap is reduced, making the shooting more accurate.In terms of gunshot reduction, it is not necessary for the mission itself, but accuracy is indispensable.However, the suppressor made an otherwise easy-to-stash weapon unbearably bulky, so he unscrewed the suppressor for the time being and put it back in the carrying pouch.Then he went outside to gather his men, and Juan followed him outside the house. There are some things you have to know, he told the leader of the group, continuing to speak slowly and carefully, that American police are efficient, but they don't have that much power.Suppose, while you are driving, a policeman pulls you over. All you have to do is answer politely.If he asks you to get out of the car, you do what he says.US law allows him to check you for a weapon and search you with his hands but if he asks to search your car just say no.I don't want you guys to have to do that, he can't search your car under their laws.I'll say it again: If an American policeman asks to search your car, all you have to do is say no, then he can't do it.Then, you just drive the car away.When you drive, don't go faster than the numbers on the road signs, if you follow the rules, you probably won't be bothered at all.If you go faster than that speed limit, you are giving the police a reason to pull you over.So, don't go too fast, and exercise your patience.Have any questions? If the police get too far, can we Juan knew the question was bound to be asked.kill him?Yes, it is possible for you to do that, but then more cops will come after you.So, once a cop pulls you over, the first thing he does is radio back to headquarters with his location, your car's license plate number, and a description of what it looks like.So even if you kill him, his colleagues will start looking for you within a few minutes, and a large number of them.It's not worth killing a policeman just for the sake of it, you're only going to get yourself into more trouble.The US police have a lot of police cars and even planes, if they start chasing you, they will find you.The only way to fight this is to stay out of the police's attention.Don't speed and don't violate traffic rules.Just do that and you'll be fine.Break those laws and you'll get caught, whether you have a gun or not.Do you understand? we understand.Mustafa assured him thank you for your assistance. We prepared a map for each of you, a very good map, and we got it from AAA.You all have stories of cover-ups, right?asked Juan, wishing that this could all be over as soon as possible. Mustafa looked at his friends to see if there were any other problems, but they were all too eager to get started and had no other thoughts on their minds.So, contentedly, he turned to Juan and said: Thank you for your help, my friend. My friend is big!Juan thought, but he shook hands anyway and walked them to the front of the house.The luggage would move from the van to the sedan in no time, and he would watch as they drove away, heading back toward 185.It's just a few miles from Radiant Springs, where you can take Interstate 25 and go north.Before leaving, the foreigners gathered one last time to shake hands and some even kissed each other, much to Juan's surprise.Then, they were divided into four groups, four people in each group, and got into the rented cars respectively. Mustafa got into his car, put a few packs of cigarettes on the seat next to him, made sure the rearview mirrors were adjusted, and put on his seat belt. He had been told that not wearing a seat belt was the same as speeding. The same will get him pulled over by the police.In addition to the brief introduction Juan gave him, there was another risk that he didn't think was necessary to take.When a cop drove past him, the other party might not notice who they were, but face to face was a different story, and he had no illusions about how Americans viewed Arabs.For this reason, all Korans are received in the luggage compartment. It's going to be a long time, and Abdullah will definitely be cursing him while driving, and after all, it will be him who will deliver the first blow to the Americans.Go north on Interstate 25 to Albuquerque, then turn east, and drive almost all the way to their goal along Interstate 40, which is more than three thousand kilometers away.He has to start thinking in miles now, Mustafa told himself, 1.6 kilometers equals a mile, and he has to multiply every mile he sees by that number, or from the car's point of view, Forget about the metric system altogether.In any case, he drove north on 185 until he saw the leaf-green sign and the arrow pointing to the intersection of Interstate 25 going north.He settled himself in the seat, checked the traffic before merging into the lane, and accelerated to sixty-five miles an hour, setting the Ford's pacing at that speed.Once that was done, all he had to do was get his bearings, watch the unidentifiable traffic, as he and his friends had done, head north toward Albuquerque. Little Jack didn't know that it would be so difficult to fall asleep. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He had finished watching TV every night and drank his two or three glasses of wine. There are three glasses tonight. It is right to feel sleepy.In fact, he was really sleepy, but he just couldn't fall asleep, and he didn't know why.His mother used to tell him when he was a little boy, just close your eyes and think happy things.But trying to be happy is now the more difficult part, because he is no longer a child.He has entered a new world where few people are in it, and his job is to monitor known and suspicious things about some people he may never meet, trying to determine whether they are going to kill others The people he never meets, and then passes on the information to someone else who may or may not do something about it.What exactly they were trying to do, he didn't know, though he had his doubts, and they were ugly.He turned over, fluffed up the pillow a little, tried to find a good spot on it, lowered his head, and managed to get some sleep. Still can't sleep.When I finally fell asleep, it was about half a second before the radio alarm clock started to go off. Damn it!He cursed harshly at the ceiling. He's hunting down terrorists, and when those people are committing crimes, most of them believe they're doing something good, or something heroic.To them, that was no evil at all.For these Islamic terrorists, there is always an illusion that they are doing things for Allah.However, the holy Koran doesn't actually say that.On the contrary, the Koran is especially against the killing of innocent or non-military personnel.What exactly is going on?Does Allah really smile and bless suicide bombers?Or is it the exact opposite?In Catholic teaching, the individual conscience is supreme.If you truly believe that you are doing the right thing, then God cannot punish you for it.Does Islam have similar rules?Since there is only one true God, perhaps these rules are the same for all.The question is, which set of regulations of which religion is closer to what the true God really thinks?How on earth are you going to tell which is which?The Crusaders have done some pretty nasty things, but this is a fairly typical case of someone putting a religious hat on a war that was really waged for economics and sheer ambition.An aristocrat would never show that he is fighting for money, and there is almost nothing you can't do when the gods are on your side.A bishop once said that even if you wield a sword at this time, it doesn't matter who's head you cut off. That's right.The real problem is that religious and political power make for a lousy mix that's easily embraced by the young and fanatics for whom risking trouble is nothing more than a matter of rolling up their sleeves.His father sometimes talked about these things.Mostly when they were having dinner on the Presidential floor of the White House, he would explain this thing that should be told to young soldiers or Marine Corps recruits, that is, even war has rules, and those who break the rules will will be severely punished.American soldiers understood this fairly easily, and Jack Sr. told his son that they came from a society where undisciplined violence was severely punished, and that it was better than teaching children about right and wrong with abstract principles.At least after one or two slaps, they'll get it. He sighed and turned over again.He was too young at the time to think about the true meaning of life, even though the degree he got in Georgetown represented another meaning.Colleges don't usually tell you this, ninety percent of your education is learned after you put your diploma on the wall.Everyone should ask the school for a refund. It's past the off-duty time in the park, Gray.Handley was in his top-floor office, looking at materials he couldn't get through during normal office hours.Tom.The same goes for Davis, who has just received Peter.Alexander's report. Is there a problem?Handley asked. The twins still think it's a little too out of line, Gray.We should have thought of that in the first place, they're all smart, they're the kind of people who play by the rules, most of the time.So when they find out they've been trained to break those rules, they start to worry.The funny thing, Pete said, was that the Marines were the ones who worried more, and the FBI ones adapted better. I would have thought the opposite would be the case. So do I, and so does Pete.Davis reached for his iced water. He never drank coffee late at night. Regardless, Pete said he wasn't sure how to end it, but he had no choice but to continue training.Gray, I should have warned you first, I knew we might have this problem.Man, this is our first time.We want people who, like I said, are not psychopaths, they ask questions, they wonder why, they think differently.We can't call in robots, can we? Just like when they were trying to kill Castro.Handley said wistfully that he had read the classified files on that failed wild venture.Barbie.Kennedy directed Operation Mongoose, and they might have decided to play the game between glasses of wine, or after a touch football game.Speaking of which, Eisenhower would use the CIA for similar purposes during his presidency, so why couldn't they do that?The Constitution itself made John.Kennedy became Commander-in-Chief, and having that kind of power must have prompted him to use that power to transform the world into something more in line with his personal views.So the CIA was ordered to remove Castro from power.But the CIA never had an assassination department, nor did it train personnel to carry out such tasks, so the CIA turned to the Mafia, whose members had little reason to admire Fidel.Castro, because he had closed one of their most profitable investments ever.Certainly some bosses of criminal organizations invested money, personal money, in casinos in Havana, only to have the communist dictator close them down. Does the mafia really know how to kill? In fact, they've never been very effective at it, especially when it comes to killing people who resist, the exact opposite of what Hollywood movies do.Even so, the U.S. government tried to hire them on an assassination mission to kill a foreign leader because the CIA didn't know how to do it.In retrospect, this kind of thing is almost absurd, but is it just a little absurd?Handley asked himself.The sort of thing that nearly came to light in a government-planned train wreck was enough for Jerry.President Ford had to sign a presidential order making things like this illegal.That order remained in effect until President Wren decided to kill the religious dictator of Iran with two genie bombs.Obviously, the time and the situation made it impossible for the news media to comment on this murder case.The operation was done, and it was done by the United States Air Force, with properly painted, or rather stealthy bombers, at a time when an undeclared war was raging and there was mass destruction性武器被用來對付美國人民的戰爭裡。這種種因素結合起來，讓整個行動不僅合法，還大獲讚賞，美國人民還將這些觀感反映在之後的總統大選裡。只有喬治．華盛頓曾在選舉中獲得那麼大的選票差距過，這個事實到今天都還讓老傑克．雷恩感到不好意思。但是老傑克知道，殺掉馬莫德．Haji.達葉蘭的重要性，也因此在他卸任前，他和漢德雷談了成立園區的事情。 但老傑克．雷恩並沒有告訴我，這件事有多難。漢德雷提醒自己。這就是為什麼傑克．雷恩總是在說：選對的人並給他們完成任務的金錢和工具，然後讓他們盡量不受上級指引去完成任務。這就是為什麼他是個好老闆，也是個好總統的緣故，漢德雷暗忖。但這卻沒讓他部屬的日子能過得比較輕鬆。他到底是為了什麼才會接下這個任命？漢德雷捫心自問，接著露出一抹微笑。不知道當老傑克發現，自己的兒子也是園區一分子時的反應會是什麼？他不知道能不能接受其中的幽默？ 恐怕沒辦法。 彼特的意思是要繼續進行下去嗎？ 他還能怎麼說？戴維斯反問道。 湯姆，你曾經希望回到你老爸在內布拉斯加的農場去嗎？ 那裡的工作簡直辛苦得要死，而且那地方還真有點無聊。你也沒辦法想像戴維斯這種當過中情局外勤官員的人還能綁在農場上面。在戴維斯的公開生活裡，可能是個相當優秀的債券交易員，但他的真正職業卻不像他的膚色那麼白，因為他實在對黑暗世界裡的各種行動喜歡得不得了。 你對米德堡那件事的看法怎麼樣？ 我的直覺告訴我，該是做些什麼的時候了。我們修理過他們，他們會想辦法要回來的。 你認為他們能夠恢復實力嗎？難道我們在阿富汗的部隊把他們打得還不夠慘嗎？ 葛瑞，有些人要不就是笨得可以，要不就是太投入了，才會感覺不到痛。宗教信仰是個很有力的動機，甚至他們的槍手也是笨到不知道他們所作所為的意義是什麼 他們要夠聰明，才能夠執行任務。Handley agreed. 那不就是我們之所以在這裡的原因嗎？戴維斯問。