In the morning, Xu Chuan was eating a burrito while browsing the morning market in Benghazi, just to observe the sentiment of the people.
He wore a local robe, a turban on his head and flip-flops on his feet, dressed just like the locals.
It's best not to wear something too conspicuous in a place like this. If you wear a US military combat uniform and a tactical vest, just wait for someone to hit you from behind. When the security forces arrive, your eyes will be covered.
People were cleaned.
This market is located in the center of Benghazi. Even though it has just experienced a war, it is still very rich in supplies, ranging from 7.62 bullets to anti-tank missiles.
Several old men in robes and Tagiyah hats stood in front of their respective stalls, holding various AK rifles and RPG rockets in their hands, shouting loudly at passers-by. The translation of what they meant was basically
It said, 'Take a look, don't miss it if you pass by, it's a tearful sale, imported from the country of E, and you'll get two free armor-piercing shells when you buy a launcher.'
Very local.
Walking into the market, at every turn a rifle made by hand from some small workshop would be stretched out in front of Xu Chuan, "Boss, look at this, this year's new model is large in quantity and I will give you the best."
The salesmen were so enthusiastic that they even planned to load bullets for him to test-fire.
Young Master Xu could only refuse politely. After walking out for more than ten meters, he realized, "Hey, that's not right. Do I look like someone who has been taken advantage of?"
The market was not very big, but it was similar to an arsenal inside. Xu Chuan walked around a little bit in front and then exited. He had already seen two idiots popping RPG rockets onto the ground.
Although it is impossible to say that this kind of impact force will cause the safety to fail, but who can say the best about this bunch of explosives produced by small workshops.
After exiting this very informal market, there is a commercial street at the back with some restaurants and cafes, etc. It is much more serious.
I ordered a cup of coffee in a cafe and sat on a chair in front of the door. There were many locals sitting around chatting, and it was noisy like a mahjong parlor.
The two men and one woman sitting at the table diagonally opposite were obviously Americans, and they were talking with two locals.
Judging from the attire, it seems to be a gathering of two families. However, it is obvious that it is not that simple to be noticed by Young Master Xu.
One of the middle-aged Americans among the three Americans was obviously a military personnel. Although this guy was well disguised, his eyes were always observing the evacuation routes and the dangerous elements suspected of holding weapons gathered on the roadside.
What I didn’t say is that he must be a colleague. This guy’s concerns are exactly the same as Xu Chuan’s.
I looked up and looked around. There were two strong bearded men sitting in front of a small stall across the road. To be honest, even if they had beards, they were incompatible with the people around them. How could the locals have such a physique?
This place is close to a black market for arms trading. Apart from the locals who know the ins and outs of the place, the only people who can sit here and drink coffee calmly cannot be tourists.
There is a Mercedes-Benz G parked not far away. I have to say that the taste is very similar to that of Mr. Xu, but such a good car is rare in this place now. Anyway, if Xu Chuan drives by himself, he will definitely choose a car with good appearance.
Broken and old.
However, these people seemed to be being followed. At the corner of the street, there were two locals with their mobile phones taking photos of the big G. A little further away, there were several other people paying attention.
Xu Chuan's eyes swept around. Sometimes, when you start to suspect something, everyone looks like a suspect.
On several three-story buildings around, people were taking photos with their mobile phones. It was hard to tell what they were taking.
The driver of the Big G seemed to have also sensed something unusual. As soon as he got out of the car, the two people staring at him from behind ran into the arms black market.
Xu Chuan was stunned for a moment. He had actually seen this person before. He was the bearded guy at the airport.
This guy chased the two people, and the two people on the roadside also stood up and approached the table of five people from two directions.
Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows, took a sip of his coffee, and then stood up and ran quickly to the big G. He pulled the door and found that it was indeed unlocked. He raised the corner of his mouth and looked back at the two men and one woman over there.
The middle-aged man pretending to be an ordinary person just turned around.
The two looked at each other speechlessly, and the situation was a little awkward.
Xu Chuan smiled and waved to the other party, and then got into the cab. As expected, the mechanical key was not the smart key, but the mechanical key was inserted in it. He put the car in gear and released the handbrake. He stepped on the accelerator and ran away.
Very good, I picked up a big G when I was shopping. This story tells us that it is a good habit to lock the car casually.
I unplugged the GPS positioning device plugged into the center console, opened the window and threw it out. It was obvious that this thing was not used to prevent theft. No matter who these people were, they probably never thought about losing their car.
On the back seat is a Colt M4A1 carbine with a Magpul stock replaced, equipped with an EOTech 552 holographic sight, a SureFire M951XM05 tactical light, and an AN/PEQ-15 laser designator.
There is also a women's briefcase. I don't know what is in it. There seems to be something in the trunk too, but Xu Chuan doesn't have time to check it now.
Xu Chuan drove very fast, not caring whether an accident would happen. The car collided with a street vendor, and a bunch of RPG rockets fell to the ground.
He honked the horn excitedly, slapped the steering wheel with his hands, and shouted loudly in the car, "Hahaha, get out of the way and don't block the road."
He ran all the way out of the city. He was not sure whether there would be drones in the sky, but according to common sense, no matter how wealthy the United States was, it would not be able to provide air support for every mission.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Curtis, asking him to drive to a residential area on the outskirts of the city to wait for him, where the terrain was complicated and easy to hide.
Curtis was confused after receiving the call. It was only a few days ago and he was able to cause trouble. He was really convinced.
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On the other side, among the three Americans, one man and one woman were CIA agents at the Benghazi intelligence station. The middle-aged man who looked at Xu Chuan was none other than Jack Schill, a GRS member who had just arrived in Benghazi a few days ago.
watt.
The purpose of their coming out today was to meet with the general manager of Lipia Oil Company. Well, now, the car is lost.
Jack Silva, who has been deployed in combat more than a dozen times in his career, was very confused when he looked at the guy who stole the car. He had never seen such an arrogant car thief in his life.
A Mercedes-Benz sedan drove over. The driver, also a GRS, saw the robbed Big G, but he could not catch up because if he left again, the remaining GRS and the two CIA agents would have to walk back.
Home.
This is simply suicide in Benghazi, which cannot tell who is the enemy and who is the friend.
As the commander of this mission, the captain of the GRS, Ron, also the driver of the big G, was so angry that he almost exploded.
But he didn't have time to be upset, because the guys who were following them had joined several other people and had already fought back.
This is not good news. They still haven't figured out where these people came from, and their mission is mainly to protect these agents. According to the requirements, force cannot be used unless it is absolutely necessary.
"My documents are still in the car." The lady was very crazy now. Her briefcase was left in the car. Although the documents inside were not classified as confidential, they involved the senior management of Libiya Energy Company.
It must never be leaked.
"Why did the car get lost? It's ridiculous."
"Don't worry about your files, Ms. Gilanne, we are in big trouble now." Ron grabbed the female agent and stuffed her into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, then pointed at the male agent, "Weiner,
You get in the car too and don't let me do anything."
This man knew the time well and directly opened the car door and got in.
Ron pointed at Jack Silva, "Follow them."
Jack didn't ask the other party what he wanted to do, he just got into the passenger seat, and the car drove away without waiting for Ron and the other three.
The other two GRS stopped a local car and dragged the driver out. Ron took out a roll of dollars and threw it to the other person, "Hey, I'll buy your car."
The driver who was planning to get up and fight took one look at the roll of cash, immediately picked it up and ran away. Two thousand dollars is enough to buy five of these junk cars. If he didn't run away, let alone the money, he might have lost his life here.
Now that's a lot of money.
"Are those bitches just trying to steal one of our cars?" GRS, who was driving in the Mercedes-Benz sedan, was confused about what just happened.
Jack Silva took out a Glock 19 from his body and shook his head, "I don't think the guy who stole the car is the same group as the one who followed us. The guy waved to me before driving. What should I say?
It's like a child's prank."
"No, this is more troublesome. It means that he has seen through your identity." Gilanne, who was sitting in the back, came over and took a rough look, "Don't you have a GPS in your car?"
"Of course it's installed, but it's useless. It's been dismantled." The driver looked back at Gilanne and then winked at her. Gilanne's expression visibly stiffened.
Their car was driving equally fast. They had to get these two people back to the intelligence station safely. Everything else was secondary.
The CIA intelligence station is located 1.9 kilometers away from the temporary diplomatic facility of the United States. It is a courtyard with four buildings. A wealthy man from the former Libiya family fled abroad at the beginning of the war. The CIA is in his hands.
I rented this yard.
Surrounded by residents and next to a stinking slaughterhouse, no one would have thought that a delicate American would live here.
Bob, the CIA station chief, was furious at Ron, "What on earth are you thinking? Have you forgotten the rules I told you?"
"Never get out of the car."
Bob's face was livid, "Ron, this is my last assignment and I don't want to screw it up at all. Remember your responsibilities. There will be no next time."
Ron's expression was equally bad. Today's incident was too ridiculous. It could be said that it was all his own fault. If he had not gotten out of the car and asked his colleagues to chase the person, this kind of thing would not have happened.
However, if combined with the situation at the time, his choice seemed to be okay. He chose to put pressure on the other party and then asked his colleagues to ensure the safety of the agents.
So, where did that bastard who stole the car come from?
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"Ah sneeze... Damn, who scolded me?" Young Master Xu rubbed his nose. It's impossible to catch a cold in this place. It's so hot.
He had already driven the car into a small alley in a residential area. Someone had built a shed here, probably for shade, and hid the car underneath.
Many locals living nearby came out of their homes and looked at him with greedy eyes.
Xu Chuan had seen this kind of situation many times. He took out the M4A1 from the back seat and placed it on the front hood of the car, successfully frightening these civilians. It was not the gun that worked but this thing. At first glance, it was not those wild people.
Used by people on the road.
Taking advantage of this time, Xu Chuan carefully checked the space in the car and under the car to make sure there were no other positioning devices. He opened the bag on the back seat and poured out the contents.
In addition to women's supplies and half a box of small umbrellas, there is also some information, which is the personal information of the executives of Libiya Oil Company. It is very detailed, including what time to eat every day, what time to go to the toilet, and what special habits they have.
When are you going to find mistresses, mistresses, four, mistresses, and so on?
Curtis rushed over half an hour later and looked at the car speechlessly, "Boss, I know you like this model, but there is no need to grab it directly."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What this guy is doing is getting more and more outrageous, and even the most idiotic person like him feels a big headache.
"Shut up, look at this." Xu Chuan threw the M4A1 to the opponent.
Curtis caught it, pulled the charging handle and looked at the inscription on the receiver, "This is military and has been modified. The level is very good."
The modification cost is much more expensive than this gun, not to mention the accessories and sights.
"I suspect it's someone from the CIA." He raised the documents in his hand. To be able to investigate someone in such detail requires resources that no organization can provide.
"It should be them. I heard that there is a CIA intelligence station in Benghazi." Umbrella is quite well informed about Benghazi. After all, it has been here for two years, and it is already very chaotic and active.
It is reasonable for the country's intelligence organization, the CIA, to have an intelligence station here.
"But boss, I still don't understand why you want to rob their car." Umbrella and these people have been getting along well, and he really can't think of any reason to provoke them.
Xu Chuan frowned and thought for a moment, "My brain was twitching at that time, and by the time I realized what I was doing, I had already driven away. Hey, I just robbed him, and he came over to bite me."
Curtis's big personality made him so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but he still had to do the work he was supposed to do. He immediately notified the people in Benghazi to start dealing with the aftermath.
Of course, the car couldn't be driven back. A truck was found and the big G was loaded directly into the carriage, and then brought to the port. The operating rights here are now temporarily controlled by HCLI.
Using their relationship to take a stolen car to another country and sell it, there is no need to contact Kou Kou or Casper, just contact the cargo ship directly.
When the CIA finds this car again, the parts may have been sold to Brazil.