Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 361 Diao Chan is still on her way on horseback

Daniel had no idea that this recent series of farces was entirely his doing.

Saigon shooting, the Tran Teng Ho incident, and the fact that I almost got my head blown off.

Congress expanded the president's authorization to allocate an additional $12 billion.

Immediately afterwards, the CIA's Saigon intelligence post was attacked.

Core information was leaked, forcing a large-scale evacuation of personnel.

The South Vietnamese government suffered a decapitation attack, and its administrative organs were nearly paralyzed.

The entire United States was mobilized, and the war machine was fully operational.

The recruitment quota reached 750,000 people, and the total number of logins exceeded 90,000.

It covers Da Nang, Quy Nhon, Cam Ranh Bay, and Vung Tau.

With the support of its neighbors, North Vietnam withstood the first wave of attacks.

Guangxi and Yunnan simultaneously closed their border crossings.

The Southern Theater Command has entered a state of substantive deployment.

It's as if the entire timeline completely went off track at some point.

And it raced headlong down the road of acceleration, never to return.

The root of the chaos was nothing more than a failed attempt to find its mother.

Zhou Yi had been harboring a lot of resentment since Colin's death, and had nowhere to vent it.

Now, they can't find any trace of their parents.

When he was unhappy, he acted without any restraint.

He then led Nguyen Van Hang and the local Viet Cong on a big stunt.

They replicated all the skills they learned in the Middle East in the 20th century.

IED
VBIED
SBIED
NBIED
CMD-IED
PWIED
TIMER-IED
MAG-IED
Sleeper
Dual Trigger
Waterborne
Daisy chain
The entire teaching process left everyone speechless with astonishment.

This is a method that is almost ridiculously cheap, yet extremely effective.

The materials are readily available, the structure is simple, the operation is easy, and the lethality is great.

In the "Iron Triangle" region, the advance of the US military was effectively hindered.

If Daniel knew that all of this was related to him, he would probably cry foul.

Because the truth is that it was just a series of coincidences, a series of twists and turns.

Logically, his file should have been officially entered into the very night he agreed to Robert's request.

That way, Zhou Yi's raid would obtain the information he needed.

However, Wallace valued talent and did not want his prized student to get involved.

He made a phone call to his friend in Langley that very night.

When the leader speaks, Tom Severn, as the person in charge, naturally has to listen.

After all, they'll need to speak up for him if he's transferred back to Washington in the future.

So the program got stuck, stuck in limbo.

In addition, Daniel did not enter with a visa, but rather by military aircraft.

In the end, neither the Vietnamese Communist Party, Zhou Yi, nor even the US embassy could find him.

The few people who know what he does are located in Hawaii.

To be precise, it's the Pacific Command's Operational Resources Office.

And so, for the past few weeks, Daniel has been staying at a training site outside Saigon.

He didn't wear military uniform and mingled with contract contractors.

I get up at 5:30 every morning for physical training.

After that, I'll do some intelligence analysis.

Then, cross-country running, basic weapons operation, evacuation drills, and document destruction.

At 2 PM, he would take a walk around the city.

It wasn't a break, but a pre-arranged contact exercise.

I strolled along street by street.

See which stall has changed owners, which sign has changed, and who isn't here today.

He was required to draw a complete route map every night and mark important points.

Daniel was exhausted, but he was also enjoying it.

This period completely overturned his previous lifestyle and broadened his horizons.

Robert made two appearances during this period.

The first time was to confirm his source judgment.

The second time was to inform him to prepare to go to Jakarta.

At this time, the Indonesian PKI had become the world's third largest legal political party.

Sukarno insisted on a policy of "non-alignment".

However, the tendency to seek help on the left is becoming increasingly apparent.

Especially after witnessing the level of support for the war from a certain neighboring country of Vietnam.

Just in case, the CIA needs someone who is fluent in languages ​​and politics to make contact with the local military.

Daniel naturally became the first choice.

The background is clean.

High security clearance level.

It has been vouched for by an important figure.

PhD from the Johns Hopkins University School of International Studies.

He is fluent in Vietnamese, Chinese, and Malay. Despite the promising future, Daniel doesn't feel so good about it at the moment.

It was the height of summer, and he sat on the ground, panting heavily.

His shirt was soaked with sweat, and his palms were chafed and bandaged.

In the last round of pistol practice, he fired nine bullets.

After completing the obstacle course, fire at a distance of ten meters.

Unfortunately, not a single shot landed within the eight rings.

The shots were so random, it was as if someone had just casually scattered a handful of sand on them.

The instructor walked over, glanced at the scene, and then asked loudly:
Are you left-handed?

"No."

"Have you injured your leg?"

".No."

"Then fucking stomp your feet firmly. You're not dancing the tango."

"Also, don't hold your breath—you're not holding in your pee, the important thing is to have control."

As the instructor spoke, he walked around to the front of him and demonstrated a posture.

"look at me."

"This is the normal posture."

"Slightly bend your knees, lean into it, and tighten your core."

"The gun isn't your Dick; you don't need to hold it gently."

Daniel didn't dare to utter a sound the whole time.

The instructor put down his gun and couldn't help but sigh.

“Try again now,” he said.

Daniel quickly went through the process in his mind, stood up straight, and picked up his pistol.

Then, remove the magazine, push it in, and chamber a round.

Damn it.

He can describe in detail the various design postures and recoil control methods.

It can also repeat the trigger weight and the appropriate breathing rhythm.

It was as if he had a complete diagram in his mind.

The problem is, once I start running, my limbs just won't obey me.

Let's start over, with everything remaining the same.

Thirty-meter sprint, crossing wooden stakes, and overcoming obstacles.

Land, rotate, take cover, and fire.

The start was pretty fast.

When he did the flip, his waist wasn't tightened, and his movements were slightly distorted upon landing.

Raise your gun.

The first shot hit the bullseye, which was pretty good.

When pulling the trigger for the second shot, I unconsciously pressed down on the muzzle.

The bullet missed by half an inch and hit the edge of the sandbag.

At this point, my heart rate went up again.

The third shot missed the window.

The fourth shot hit the side of the target, and the metal frame clanged.

empty.

He reloaded his weapon while moving around.

He reached for the new magazine with his left hand and pressed the release button with his right.

Unfortunately, he stumbled and lost his balance.

Both magazines fell to the ground and rolled about half a meter away.

Daniel, still in the semi-raised position, quickly knelt down to find the magazine.

Pick one up and push it in again.

However, before they could even aim—

"Stop! Put your gun away!" The instructor angrily stopped the fifth shot.

"Stop fucking hitting me! I told you to stop fucking hitting me!"

Daniel stood there, so exhausted that his vision blurred and his head throbbed.

The instructor quickly approached, and I almost raised my foot to kick him.

But remembering Robert's instructions, he managed to suppress his irritation.

His athletic ability is average.

He had never touched a gun.

Important assets.

The instructor gritted his teeth and held back for a long time, but in the end he just shook his head.

"Take off your equipment, but leave the gun here," he said.

"The photographers have arrived."

"They know exactly what your new documents look like and where you should go."

(End of this chapter)