When the plane stopped, Owen carried his luggage and followed the crowd off the plane, heading towards the exit.
The airport in Benghazi is very small and does not look very safe. There are armed men wearing flowery shirts around the runway watching eagerly.
The situation in Libya has been unstable recently, especially in Tripoli and Benghazi, which are now known as two of the most dangerous places in the world.
Libya has become a wrestling ground for countries around the world. The opposition and government forces are fighting fiercely, and various forces are competing for power every day. Compared with the domestic situation, various large and small forces are more concerned about their own territory. Those who are in power are more concerned about their own territory.
The armed personnel next to the airport are the little brothers who control the airport.
Owen has an average build and is not the type that looks very aggressive at first glance, but all adult men will attract the attention of those people. Owen carried his luggage and walked out of the door on his own, and then saw what was waiting for him.
Ela outside.
"here……"
Ela also saw him and stretched out her hand to wave Owen over.
Owen threw his luggage into the trunk of the car and got into the passenger seat.
"Is everyone else here?"
"Here we are, you are the last one."
Ela smoothly took out a pistol from her waist, and Owen took it and stuck it in his waist.
"This place is very messy, you'd better take it with you..."
Ela found the thread and punched it, then the car started. It was obvious that the car was stolen.
Then he began to introduce: "I was the first to come, the day before yesterday, and most of the others arrived yesterday. Too many people can easily cause misunderstandings, so I didn't let them come together. At present, our equipment is limited, so we can only guarantee
Everyone has a pistol, but weapons are everywhere and are sold in the market, but most of them are Russian-style and of varying quality."
Owen nodded, and the car sped down the street. As Ela said, it was really chaotic here. You could hear gunshots from time to time. Those might be people robbing, or someone testing guns, or small-scale gang conflicts.
It's not uncommon, and people are used to this kind of scene. As long as it doesn't happen next to them, they don't seem to have heard it.
As the car shuttled between the streets and alleys, Owen realized that Ela was familiar with this place and couldn't help but look at her curiously.
Ela seemed to have guessed what Owen was going to ask, and said first, "I used to stay here for a while when I was a mercenary."
Owen nodded and the car continued to move forward, but the speed was not much faster. There was no distinction between motor vehicles and non-motor vehicles here, cars and pedestrians were mixed together. Ela had to keep honking the horn to move forward.
Weapons are indeed everywhere, including pistols, rifles, submachine guns, and even anti-tank rocket launchers and RPGs. Weapons are piled on the stalls like cabbage for anyone to choose from, and occasionally you can see someone bargaining.
However, Owen also noticed that the stalls were generally filled with worthless gadgets. Ninety-nine percent of the rifles were AK47, and they were all used. There were basically no brand new ones, and there were not even high-end AK guns.
, let alone American-style equipment. In such a war-torn country, only the AK, which is cheap, durable and not picky, is the hard currency.
"People here don't like foreigners, especially Americans, so it's best not to indicate your nationality..."
While the car was moving forward, Ela did not forget to tell Owen some things that needed special attention, and Owen remembered them one by one. The car soon stopped in front of a very ordinary house. Ela found a good place, it was an independent house.
The two-story building has a good view compared to the surrounding buildings.
Owen got out of the car and Ela helped him carry his luggage.
Standing in front of the door, looking around to see if there was no one around, Owen knocked on the door.
The door opened immediately, Owen went in, hugged the heartbeat who opened the door, and then the ghost and others.
"Sorry guys, I was delayed for a while on the road..."
"Is Monica okay?"
"She is very good. She asked me to take her to say hello to you."
He hugged everyone one by one and everyone entered the living room. Bayev had been observing the surrounding situation at the window corner. At this time, after confirming that no one was following him, Owen came up to hug him.
After everyone left the United States, they did not rush to Benghazi as soon as possible. Instead, they really stayed there for a few days like tourists, and only then made sure that they were not being followed before heading back to Benghazi.
Owen was a bit more troublesome. He was the most likely to be followed, so after he came out from Monica, he went to several countries before heading to Benghazi, so he was much slower than everyone else.
Everyone gathered in a circle, and Owen looked around at everyone: "What's going on now?"
"We have collected some intelligence in the past two days. The embassy is three streets away from here, and the CIA's intelligence office is at almost the same location in the other direction. Don't ask me why I know, they built it like a fortress.
There are blue-eyed foreigners coming in and out every day, and anyone who is not stupid should be able to spot them."
Owen smiled, and Ghost took over Silly Baitian's words and continued: "Ambassador Stevens arrived in Benghazi the day before yesterday. He is currently living in the temporary base of the embassy. There are four guards responsible for his security.
Two ex-SEALs, two ex-Marines."
"Why a temporary base?"
Owen doesn't understand this.
"Because it is not a regular embassy at all. The real embassy and joint operations command center are in Tripoli. It is just a temporary transition stronghold and is not built according to standard security procedures. There are anti-intrusion and blast-proof doors and windows.
Iron windows have also been installed, and there is a refuge room in the embassy, but there is no standard anti-car bomb wall, and there are no marines stationed there. Besides, excluding the ambassador's security, there are only four soldiers holding M4s..."
“Excellent job.”
The team members only arrived one day earlier than him, but the intelligence they detected was already very detailed.
"What about equipment?"
Owen looked at Ghost. Ghost was the vice-captain and he had always been responsible for these aspects.
Hearing this, Ghost said: "Currently, each of us is only equipped with a pistol, and there are two options for other equipment. Either we can use local materials and choose equipment currently on the market. I have seen it, and if we choose carefully, we can still find some good ones."
Yes, but it must be Russian-style equipment. Or we can find someone to buy it. Ela can contact a powerful arms dealer. It is said that he has 90% new American-style equipment, but the price will be much more expensive, about the same as Russian-style equipment.
Equipment is 10 times the price..."
Owen thought for a moment, looked at everyone, and finally decided to use American equipment. Russian equipment is not unusable, but everyone is used to American equipment, and a sudden change will definitely affect combat effectiveness. As for the more expensive ones, just be more expensive, anyway.
Now I have money too.
"Let's use American-style weapons. Try to find the weapons we are used to before. If we can't find them, consider other weapons."
Irving said this based on reality. For example, Irving's Hk416, Phantom's ACR, and Bayev's M249. Everyone is accustomed to using weapons. Familiar weapons mean that the combat effectiveness can be maintained within the standard. Anyway, we must use American equipment.
, it doesn’t matter if you spend a little more money.
"What about support equipment?"
Owen looked at Shabaitian this time. In previous operations, Omega had a God's perspective provided by satellites. Now that the satellites can no longer be used, they have to find other ways.
"Don't worry, I have this, it's from DJI. Although it's a modified civilian machine, it's enough for us..."
Silly Baitian patted a box next to her. Inside was a drone she had modified by herself. Although it was not up to military grade, it was not far behind."