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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"We're from the UN Inspector Corps," Sergeant Rashid said. "I'm "I don't think so," Umluana said. "No, if you kill me, all Africa "Help! Kidnap. " Two types of recruits are accepted by the UN Inspector Corps: limits of life's possibilities. He had belonged to a gang called The Golden Spacemen. "Nobody sleep so much? I don't want to be like that. I want to be something proud." He joined the UN Inspector Corps at eighteen, in 1978. The international cops wore green berets, high buttonless boots, bush jackets. They were very special men. "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 good as a trade school. If you have to be a soldier." "I want to be a UN man. I've already enlisted. I'm in! What do you care what I do?" The UN Inspector Corps had been founded to enforce the Nuclear Disarmament Treaty of 1966. Through the years it had acquired other jobs. UN men no longer went unarmed. Trained to use small arms and gas weapons, they guarded certain borders, bodyguarded diplomats and UN officials, even put down riots that threatened international peace. As the UN evolved into a strong world government, the UN Inspector Corps steadily acquired new powers. Read went through six months training on Madagascar. job many people considered important. He took his turn guarding the still disputed borders of Korea. He I'm lazy and I like excitement." One power implied in the UN Charter no Secretary General or Inspector General had ever tried to use. The power to arrest any head of state whose country violated international law. Could the World Court try and imprison a politician who had conspired to attack another nation? For years Africa had been called "The South America of the Old World." Revolution followed revolution. Colonies became democracies. Democracies became dictatorships or dissolved in civil war. Men planted bases on the moon and in four years, 1978-82, ringed the world with matter transmitters but the black to build up the Belderkan Army. For years he had preached a new Africa, united, free of white masters, the home of a vigorous and perfect Negro society. His critics called him a hypocritical racist, an opportunist using the desires of the African people to build himself an empire. He began a propaganda war against neighboring South Africa, promising the liberation of that strife-torn land. Most Negro leaders, having just won representation in the South African they could use their first small voice in the government to win true freedom for their people. But the radio assault and the arms buildup continued. Early in 1982, South Africa claimed the Belderkan Army exceeded the size agreed to in the Disarmament Treaty. The European countries and some African nations joined in the accusation. China called the uproar a vicious slur on a new African nation. The United States and Russia, trying not to get entangled, asked for more investigation by the UN. But the evidence was clear. Umluana was defying world law. If he got away with it, some larger and more dangerous nation might follow his precedent. And the arms race would begin again. Umluana and try him by due process before the World Court. If the plan succeeded, mankind would be a long step farther from nuclear war. Read didn't know much about the complicated political reasons for passengers scanned the sky. A plane would have been a faster way to get out of the country. But then they would have spent hours flying over Africa, with Belderkan fighters in hot pursuit, other nations joining the chase and the world uproar gaining volume. By transmitter, if all tourist attraction whose station could transmit to any point on the globe. Even now a dozen inspectors were taking over the Game Preserve station and manning its controls. They had made no plans to take over Miaka. They planned to get there before it could be defended. "There's no military base near Miaka," Rashid said. "We might get history from Cambridge but only the Corp gave him work that satisfied his conscience. He hated war. It was that simple. surrounded each vehicle. The escort car made a sharp turn and charged their pursuers. The shoot back. All we can do is run. The sky was clear and blue. The jungle was a noisy bazaar of There were three technicians in the station and no passengers. All three panicked when the psycho gas enveloped them. They ran howling for the jungle. fire on the largest car. "Now, I can shoot back," he said. "Now we'll see what they do." The station jutted from the side of a hill. A glass-walled 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 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." 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 do. 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. "Shoot the masks," he yelled. "Aim for the masks." The UN men had already taken over the station, chased out the they had met the Belderkans with a dozen grenades and sent them they had wrecked the transmitter controls. The first direct attack had been repulsed. They could attack many more times and continue to spray the building with bullets. They range. Sighting carefully, not breathing, muscles relaxed, the rod rock steady, he fired and lobbed the little grenade into the with gasoline." "We'll stop them, Sarge. Don't worry." Rashid ran off. Read stared across the green land and listened to the pound of his heart. What were the Belderkans planning? A mass 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 squat, angular monster until its stubby gun pointed at the station. It stopped less than two hundred yards away. ATTENTION UN SOLDIERS. ATTENTION UN SOLDIERS. YOU MAY THINK US SAVAGES BUT WE HAVE MODERN WEAPONS. WE HAVE ATOMIC WARHEADS, ALL GASES, ROCKETS AND FLAME THROWERS. IF "They know we don't have any big weapons," Read said. "They know we have only gas grenades and small arms." 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 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. All UN inspectors. All part of his life. "Who else did you expect?" "Nobody. Anybody else?" knew what was going on and they fired systematically into the smoke. "I'm a UN man," he mumbled. "You people up there know what a UN about that. He didn't think about Sergeant Rashid, about the complicated politics of Africa, about crowded market streets. He had to kill the tank. That was all he thought about. He had decided something in the world was more important than himself, but he didn't know it or realize the psychologists would be

<question>:
What is special about this particular UN mission?

<options>:
A It was the first political mission with Americans on the team.
B It was the first high-profile mission in Africa.
C It was the first attempt at using a specific power.
D It was the first mission specifically oriented at avoiding nuclear war.

<answer>:

C