Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed Premier Umluana the warrant. If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. He read the the late afternoon. Read knew two armed men stood just outside in court." Read clicked off the safety. "Corporal Read is very young," Rashid said, "but he's a crack shot. That's why I brought him with me. I think he likes shoulders. Read pulled a flat grenade from his vest pocket. He dropped it and yellow psycho gas hissed from the valve. sighing, they fell to the floor in a "They'll be after us in half a minute." south, Read saw a dozen armed men run out of the house. A grenade arced from the bushes and the pursuers recoiled from the cloud that rose before them. will happen at the Game Preserve." Read wanted to jump out of the car. He could die any minute. But he had set his life on a well-oiled track and he couldn't get off "They don't know who's coming," he said. "They don't make them order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. Read was the second type. A tall, lanky Negro he had spent his school days in one of the limits of life's possibilities. He had belonged to a gang called The Golden Spacemen. "Nobody fools with me," he bragged. "When Harry Read's out, there's a tiger running loose." No one knew how many times he nearly ran from other clubs, how carefully he picked the safest spot on the battle line. like me." "I don't want that," Read said. "What do you mean, you don't want that?" "You could join the American Army," his mother said. "That's as "I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do you care what I do?" diplomats and UN officials, even put down riots that threatened Read went through six months training on Madagascar. Twice he nearly got expelled for picking fights with smaller men. Rather than resign, he accepted punishment which assigned him to mounted on the roof. The driver and the gunner waved and fell in "One thing," Read said, "I don't think they'll shoot at us while "Shall I duck under the trees?" the driver asked. "Not yet. Not until we have to." Read fingered the machine gun he had picked up when he got in the car. He had never been shot at. Twice he had faced an unarmed mob, but a few shots had sent them running. Birds flew screaming from their nests. Monkeys screeched and big rifle fired twice. Read saw the Belderkan cars scatter. "Evade," Rashid said. "Don't go down." Without losing any forward speed, the driver took them straight up. Read's stomach bounced. A shell exploded above them. The car rocked. He raised his eyes "Can't we go down?" Read said. burned. slowed down, then crashed through the glass walls and hovered by the transmitter booth. Rashid opened the door and threw out two grenades. Read jumped All three panicked when the psycho gas enveloped them. They ran howling for the jungle. Through the window of his mask, Read saw their pursuers land in the clearing. Machine-gun bullets raked the building. They got Umluana in the booth and hit the floor. Read took aim and opened fire on the largest car. waiting room surrounded the bank of transmitter booths. Read looked out the door and saw his first battlefield. Directly in front of him, his head shattered by a bullet, a dead inspector lay behind an overturned couch. Read had seen dozens of training films taken during actual battles or after atomic attacks. He had laughed when other recruits complained. "That's the way this world is. You people with the weak stomachs better get used to it." A wounded inspector crawled across the floor to the booth. Read couldn't see his wound, only the pain scratched on his face and He heard the screams of the wounded, the crack of rifles and machine guns, all the terrifying noise of war. But since his eighteenth year he had done everything his superiors told him to shock wave. He got up, ran panicky, crouched, and dove behind the Read thought of the green beret he had stuffed in his pocket that Bullets had completely shattered the wall in front of him. He stared through the murk, across the broken glass. He was Corporal Harry Read, UN Inspector Corps—a very special man. If he didn't do a good job here, he wasn't the man he claimed to be. This might be the only real test he would ever face. light automatic rifles. Half of them wore gas masks. inspectors fired a long, noisy volley. When they stopped only The first direct attack had been repulsed. They could attack many Read surveyed his sector of fire. About two hundred yards to his left, he saw the top of a small ditch. Using the ditch for cover, The heavy gas would lie there for hours. "How do you think they'll treat us?" frontal attack? To sneak in over the top of the hill? He didn't think, anymore than a rabbit thinks when it lies hiding from the fox or a panther thinks when it crouches on a branch above the trail. His skin tightened and relaxed on his body. The earth shook. The tank rounded the bend. Read watched the "They know we don't have any big weapons," Read said. "They know we have only gas grenades and small arms." He looked nervously from side to side. They couldn't bring the A few feet away, sprawled behind a barricade of tables, lay a man in advanced shock. His deadly white skin shone like ivory. They wouldn't even look like that. One nuclear shell from that gun and they'd be vaporized. Or perhaps the tank had sonic projectors burned, or cut up by shrapnel, or gassed with some new mist their masks couldn't filter. Read shut his eyes. All around him he heard heavy breathing, mumbled comments, curses. Clothes rustled as men moved restlessly. Otherwise, he can't land. I have six Molotov cocktails here. Who wants to go hunting with me?" For two years Read had served under Sergeant Rashid. To him, the devotion to peace had no limits. Read's psych tests said pride alone drove him on. That was good enough for the UN they only rejected men whose loyalties might conflict with their duties. But an assault on the tank required something more than a hunger for self-respect. Read had seen the inspector who covered their getaway. He had watched their escort charge three-to-one odds. He had seen "Is that Read?" "Who else did you expect?" "Nobody. Anybody else?" thirty-foot intervals along the floor. "Remember," Rashid said. "We have to knock out that gun." Read had given away his machine gun. He held a gas-filled bottle in each hand. His automatic nestled in its shoulder holster. Dozens of smoke grenades tumbled through the air. Thick mist engulfed the tank. Read stood up and ran forward. He crouched but didn't zigzag. Speed counted most here. knew what was going on and they fired systematically into the Listen to him. What's he got, a sprained ankle? But he didn't feel any pain. He closed his eyes and threw himself onto his stomach. And nearly fainted from pain. He screamed and feet of a tank, the men inside can't see you. He just had to stand up and drop the bottle down the gun barrel. That was all—with a broken hip and a wounded right arm. He knew they would see him when he stood up but he didn't think but he didn't know it or realize the psychologists would be

<question>:
Why would the psychologists be surprised to see Read blow up the tank?

<options>:
A Read's psych tests said he only cared about himself.
B Read's psych tests said he would likely fall apart under pressure.
C Read's psych tests said he was only driven by pride.
D Read's psych tests said he was a coward.

<answer>:

C