"The other party turned a corner, car No. 2 followed..."
Silly Baitian's voice sounded on the communication channel from time to time, and Owen followed the route she commanded.
"Wait a minute, the other party has stopped. Car No. 2 is approaching for surveillance. Car No. 1 is going to the next intersection..."
More than ten meters in front of the ghost, two Mercedes Benz pulled over and stopped. The ghost did not stop, but continued to drive, turned around when looking for an intersection in front of the road, and then found a place to stop on the opposite side of the road.
In the rearview mirror, two people got out of the Mercedes-Benz G-Class. They walked towards the restaurant on the side and found a seat to sit down. After about a minute, a person also got out of the car. It was the seal named Jack.
, he looked around and opened the rear door, and Ambassador Stevens appeared.
The ambassador also walked to the restaurant and found a seat under the awning to sit down. Jack, as his personal bodyguard, stayed by his side, constantly observing the situation nearby.
The two G-level security personnel ordered a glass of juice and sat on the bench. There were quite a few foreigners in Benghazi, so they didn't seem out of place.
Within a few minutes, a couple appeared. Ambassador Stevens stood up and waved. The three of them sat down and talked about something.
Irving drove his car and stopped at the back of the intersection. He and others were just on both sides of the ambassador's vehicle.
In the sky, the drone transmitted the picture below back to the monitor in real time. Silly Baitian made herself a cup of coffee and tasted it while waiting.
In the compartment of the van, several team members were fully armed and sitting in the car waiting quietly. They could not see the situation outside. As long as Owen or Shabaitian gave an order, they would be dispatched.
Time passed by, and Benghazi during the day looked no different from other places. There were many pedestrians on the road, and the restaurants and hotels on the roadside were also very lively.
Owen's eyes swept around from time to time, paying attention to all possible places. If Makarov wanted to kidnap the ambassador, then this would be the ideal time.
The surroundings looked normal, including the second floors of some buildings, corners, vehicles on the roadside, and other shops. Owen looked carefully, but he didn't find anything suspicious.
After talking for a while, the ambassador stood up and shook hands with the couple.
"They're getting ready to leave."
"Let them go first, and I will keep an eye on you before you move after they leave."
After hearing Becky's words, neither Owen nor Ghost acted rashly. The ambassador and his escort quickly returned to the two Mercedes-Benz and drove away.
The drone monitored every move of the Mercedes below. After receiving notification from Becky, the two cars left from two directions respectively, but they also followed on other roads and did not meet the target vehicle at all.
"They entered the embassy."
Becky's briefing came through the earphones again. This was a useless operation. The ambassador's sudden trip caught them off guard, but in the end it was all in vain as Makarov did not show up.
After the false alarm, the boring surveillance continued, this time it was Bayev chattering on the intercom channel.
Because Owen's car had close contact with the other party, the next surveillance was changed to Bayev. Bayev can no longer continue to use the existing car, but this is not a problem. He can just find a place to steal it.
Just one car will do.
The sky gradually darkened, and another day passed. A few people in the room played poker out of boredom. When the time came, Fred replaced Bayev. Bayev had been thirsty from chatting for a long time.
I didn't dare to drink water and I was feeling unhappy.
Fred replaced Bayev and got back into the car. When he was bored for a while, he could chat with Owen. This guy owed him everything during the day.
When he was about to harass Owen, the small door next to the main entrance of the embassy suddenly opened. Jack and Tyrone, whom he had met during the day, followed each other out of the small door and walked to one side.
"Call the hummingbird, this is the pangolin, I found two guards leaving, it's Tyrone and Jack..."
Fred didn't expect to find out the situation just after changing the guard.
"Hummingbird received."
The drone was released again, and the two figures soon appeared on the screen, but because it was night, the picture was not clear.
Becky adjusted the zoom, and soon an area in front of the two people appeared in the drone's lens, bustling with lights and feasting.
"They must be going to that bar street."
This idea is almost certain. It is only possible around here at night.
"Let's go there first, Becky, and you'll let us know later that they entered the bar."
Owen greeted him and led a few people out to Bar Street. On the way, he happened to meet Bayev who was returning from the change of guard and pulled him along. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They had been waiting for these people to come out for a long time, and today they finally got it.
Chance.
A few of them did not hide their figures, crossed their shoulders, and pretended to be having fun. They usually wore civilian clothes, so they didn't need to change their clothes.
"And me?"
"You continue to monitor."
Silly Baitian gave Fred further instructions. Fred was very unhappy and pointed his middle finger at the void. This bitch must not have wanted him to go to the bar.
The group of people rushed to the bar street in a hurry, and a silly voice sounded at the right time: "They entered the second room on your left."
Owen glanced at it, it was a small bar called the Elk Bar, and several people walked straight towards it.
After pushing the door open and entering, there were already many people sitting in the bar, and there was only one booth left. Their targets this time, Tyrone and Jack, were sitting on the bar, each holding a bottle of beer and blowing.
Owen winked, and the ghosts and others sat in the only booth left. Owen walked towards the bar and found a seat next to Tyrone.
Tyrone noticed that someone was sitting next to him. He glanced at Owen and saw that she was not a beautiful woman, so he didn't care. He continued to drink with Jack. His cell phone and cigarette were placed on the bar, right next to his hand, but the position was too obvious, and Owen
Not easy to get.
“A glass of Bavarian…”
Owen nodded to the bartender, who hummed, and then a glass of white beer was brought to him.
Owen took a sip. It was refreshing and pleasant. He didn't expect to drink beer with such good taste in Benghazi. Owen casually chatted with the bartender. After chatting, he found out that the bartender was the owner of this bar. He was a German. No.
Do you know why you came to Benghazi to open a bar?
The bar owner chatted casually with Irving while working. For a single guest like Irving, the owner was happy to chat with him. The two people next to him continued, and Irving's eyes glanced at the mobile phone on the bar several times.
, but I just couldn’t find any good opportunities.
It seemed that these two guys were just here to drink. There were also beauties in the bar who came to get drunk, and these two guys were not seen chatting up. In the middle, Tai Lung once picked up the cigarette case, but he only took out one cigarette and then pressed the cigarette case on the phone.
superior.
Seeing that Irving was still unable to succeed, Bayev stood up in the booth.
Bayev's body shape doesn't look easy to mess with. He is nearly two meters tall with a muscular back and a muscular body, and his bare arms are full of muscles.
Seeing Bayev stand up, Irving knew that he was going to create opportunities for himself, so he paid more attention.
Bayev stumbled a little unsteadily and walked past the bar as if he had drunk too much. Then he accidentally bumped into Talon, causing the beer in Talon's hand to spill all over him.
There was a burst of exclamation. Bayev was sleepy-eyed. He turned around slowly and realized the situation. However, he did not apologize. Instead, he cursed. Jack and Tyrone next to him immediately stopped. No soldier is afraid of a fight.
, not to mention that they are special forces. Such big guys may be a bit intimidating to ordinary people, but they have no effect at all on them.
The two of them and Bayev started pushing and shoving, and then the ghost and heartbeat in the booth also stood up, looking like they were about to start a fight.
The scene was a bit chaotic, but no one noticed that Owen held a mobile phone and a card-sized device in his hands behind his back.
"Click~~"
A crisp sound of loading drew everyone's attention back to the bar, and the bartender had a Remington in his hand.
"If you don't want to have a good drink, get out of here. If anyone wants to cause trouble here, I will shoot him to death."
The bartender's attitude was so tough that Bayev showed a resentful expression, as did the ghosts, and then the three of them cursed and left the bar.
"Your cell phone almost fell off just now."
"Thanks."
After Owen handed the phone to Tyrone, he followed him out the door not long after.
After going out and walking not far, he found the ghosts and others waiting for him in a dark corner.
"How's it going? Did you succeed?"
"Wait a minute, let me try."
Owen took out a receiver and turned it on. From it, the curses that Tyrone and Jack were cursing at them in the bar could be heard clearly. Everyone's eyes lit up. This thing is really magical. Now Tyrone's cell phone is like a bug, which can
Everything that happens around your phone is transmitted back through sound.