After the weapons matter was settled, a few people drove back to the temporary base. The nigger's van looked very ordinary from the outside, but in fact, both the power system and other aspects had been greatly modified. Otherwise, the ordinary van would not be able to bear the weight of the bulletproof vehicle.
, Irving and the others found a treasure by mistake this time.
In the hut, in the corner of the living room, a white wall was cleared out as a battle report board. Becky was pasting a photo on it. These were the personnel information of the security force around the ambassador. She easily broke into it after returning from the cemetery last night.
After accessing the database of the PMC that the CIA cooperated with, it was easy to obtain information on several combatants.
"Tyrone S. Ron Woods, Jake DaSilva, Dave Boone Banton, Chris Tanto Parenteau, Mark Oz Guest, John Tiger
Tegan…”
Owen read out the person's name after posting a photo, and then said: "These people are all from the SEALs, Marines and Army Rangers, all have rich combat experience, among which Tyrone is their leader and Dave is the sniper
Hands. They live in the embassy these days. If Ambassador Stevens needs to travel, they will act as drivers and escorts. Usually two people will ride with the ambassador in the car, and the rest will follow in another car.
, In addition, we have observed the vehicle and the ambassador’s car is not bulletproof..."
Shabaitian shrugged as he spoke. He was probably speechless because of the stinginess of the United States. Needless to say, it was due to budget constraints and so on. Anyone who came from the government department understood this.
"Ambassador Stevens often goes out to participate in some activities. If Makarov's target is Ambassador Stevens, then he will definitely choose the time when the ambassador is out. We can definitely find Makarov as long as we keep an eye on the ambassador.
Love.”
"How often does Ambassador Stevens travel?"
"Not sure. We currently have no way of tracking his whereabouts. The ambassador's phone calls are highly confidential and we cannot eavesdrop. Monitoring by drone alone is very inefficient..."
"What about his bodyguards? He will definitely bring his bodyguards with him when he goes out. As long as we can eavesdrop on the travel status of his bodyguards, it is equivalent to knowing the ambassador's travels..."
Everyone talked to each other and quickly found the key point of the problem. The current problem is how to monitor the travel progress of the escort.
"I have a way..."
Becky took out a card-sized device, "As long as I can get the guards' cell phones, I can copy their phone cards, so that all his phone messages can be monitored by us, and even if the distance is enough, the cell phone can become a
As long as a bug can listen to one of them, preferably Tai Lung's, we can know everything about them..."
Everyone looked at each other and felt that what Becky provided was a good method. Owen touched his chin and raised his head and asked, "How long does it take to copy a card?"
"7 seconds, and there is no need to remove it, just stick the device on the side of the phone and it will read."
Everyone nodded for a while, and then all looked at Fred. With such a high-tech wife, it was foreseeable that his life would be very difficult in the future.
Fred's head was filled with black threads. He was also considering whether he would go out to fool around in the future. Well, he meant that if he went out to fool around in the future, he would not be able to bring his mobile phone with him.
…
What happened next was not smooth. There was no opportunity for several days, and several guards never left the embassy at all.
Irving and several people took turns to monitor. This kind of irregular monitoring would definitely not be possible with a drone that only had a range of a few hours. They could only rely on themselves to keep an eye on it.
Today it was Irving's turn. Irving parked his car at the intersection diagonally opposite the main entrance of the embassy.
"Heartbeat, I'm here, you can go back."
"Heartbeat received, wish you good luck."
After the words fell, a car on the other side of the intersection started slowly, which was the heartbeat of preparing to go back.
The car passed by Owen in a heartbeat. The two did not say hello, but just looked at each other. Owen put down the back of the seat and reclined on it. The next step must be a boring and long wait until Bayev in the evening.
Come and replace him.
Surveillance work is always boring, which reminded Owen of the guy who had been monitoring him at his door before leaving. That guy was undoubtedly very lucky to have met him and gave him half a bottle of good food before leaving.
liquor.
"Hey guys, can anyone talk to me about something? It's boring."
Owen occupied the radio channel boredly. After a while, Fred's voice came from the other end of the intercom: "Okay, but this chat is not free. You have to promise that you will also chat with me when I go on a mission tomorrow.
.”
"I promise."
Fred was bored when doing surveillance missions. Chatting on the radio started with Fred. This kind of mission simply drove him crazy. He chatted with everyone, and then no one was willing to chat with him anymore. To be sure,
Said that no one wanted to chat anymore.
"Let's talk about how your child is doing. Have you ever thought about what you're going to call him if it's a boy, and what you're going to call him a girl?"
"Well……"
Owen really hasn't thought about this issue. He doesn't care about male or female, and he's not prepared to only have one, but he really hasn't thought about the child's name.
Unexpectedly, this question aroused the interest of other people.
"How about the boy's name is James, James Irvine, and the girl's name is Becky, just like me..."
Sha Baitian was the first to speak, and others came up with ideas one after another.
"What about Clive Owen?"
"The boy's name will be William, and the girl's name will be Beatrice..."
"Come on, you are so uneducated. Do you know who these two people are?"
The group of people chattered non-stop. Owen sounded confused and asked William and Beatrice, "Do you think I am the British royal family?"
While the quarrel was getting louder, the big iron door of the embassy suddenly opened, and then a Mercedes-Benz sedan and a Mercedes-Benz G-Class SUV drove out.
"Sometimes, they left..."
Owen interrupted everyone's fun and huddled under the driver's seat.
Over at the stronghold, everyone put away their playful mood. Becky opened the window and launched the drone into the air. The others quickly put on their equipment. After the Mercedes-Benz drove away, Owen started the car and followed quietly.
The bulletproof van over there also drove onto the road.
Two Mercedes-Benzes were driving in front. Owen didn't dare to follow too closely, so he slowly hung behind. After a while, a silly voice came from the headset: "I saw them."
The surveillance of the drone was in place, and Owen turned the steering wheel and disappeared from the opponent's field of view. In the Mercedes-Benz G-Class Cross-country in front, Chris, who was observing the rearview mirror, relaxed when he saw Owen's car leaving.