"Boss, Stevens climbed out of the back door on his own." Curtis had been paying attention to the scene with a telescope, and Stevens actually climbed out of the fire.
It is undeniable that the human will to survive is truly amazing.
Xu Chuan was moving the DSS agent to a corner, while the other one hiding in the tactical center remained silent. To be honest, he should have heard the sounds outside.
"Is he not dead yet?" Xu Chuan looked up, but saw nothing.
Curtis was very sure, "Of course, he is still wearing the gas mask you sent."
"Damn, why don't he treat me to a meal quickly?" Xu Chuan threw the person aside and continued, "Ignore him and leave quickly. The drone should arrive in a while."
According to time calculation, the US military drone should have flown over the Mediterranean Sea by this time, and he didn't want to be watched.
Xu Chuan once again glanced at the equipment room that had caught fire. The high temperature of the thermite bomb had burned through the servers and cabinets.
Curtis received the order and began to lead people to retreat outside from the back door. At this time, the entire temporary diplomatic facility was clearly divided into two areas. From the swimming pool as the center to the front door, all areas were burning with fire.
, but it seemed unusually quiet on the other side.
"Withdraw", Curtis put away the equipment and quickly left this chaotic place with the five people.
With the evacuation of Umbrella, the chaos here certainly did not end. Many local security guards who had ran away before ran back. These people were familiar with the terrain and buildings here. After combing the place, they learned what they were doing.
Extremists set fire to it.
But after all, these people were just here to steal things. After finding Stevens lying at the back door, they did not kill him, but carried him out.
The escaped DSS agent, after recovering, rushed into the fire again very dutifully to find the missing Stevens.
Fifteen minutes after Umbrella evacuated, the GRS people finally arrived. They exchanged fire with some extremists at the gate. Not only did they participate in the battle, but also some people from the Leshi Brigade who came to support them.
These people have extremely poor combat skills, or none at all. They are completely doing a disservice by firing RPG rockets directly at the ground and trees.
This was a melee, and the GRS didn't even know who their enemy was. They could only attack those who fired at them first.
They didn't know who their allies were. The clothes of the so-called Leshi Brigades were no different from those of the extremists. Moreover, few of them could speak English, and communication was also a problem.
After running less than two kilometers with heavy loads, several people were already covered in sweat in this hot area.
Jack Silva took two people and took a detour into a building, preparing to support Ron and the others. However, the three people spent a long time climbing up and found that the view of the building was completely blocked by trees.
Unable to set up sniper positions.
"Ron, the sniper point is gone, we are going to enter through the back door." Jack gasped and looked at the raging fire in the car park. They could only go back the same way and ran towards the back door.
"Fuck..." Jack looked at the back door that had been opened and cursed directly.
These people didn't seem to be in the same group. Another GRS teammate looked at the bodies lying on the ground. They were obviously two parties fighting.
But they all died here, obviously killed by someone from the other side.
There was almost no light at the back door. Jack reached out and pulled down the night vision device on his helmet. "Be careful, the situation inside may be more complicated."
Several people carefully walked in through the open back door, and there was almost no sound except the gunshots coming from the front door.
"Why is there no one here? Where are the security guards?" someone asked in a low voice.
"Those locals have already run away, they are totally unreliable."
The first place they arrived was the tactical center. The computer room next to it had been completely burned. The two buildings next to each other had no power supply and were all dark. However, the fire on site illuminated the place as if it were daylight.
A black agent was dragging the unconscious man far away. After the people outside evacuated, the guy finally had the courage to open the door that was tied with wires.
Jack only saw a dark figure, and he and his companions quickly surrounded it. Of course he knew these two people before.
"Hey, David, what's going on with Pooh? Where's Mr. Dash?"
The black agent named David Urban shook his head with a dull look on his face, "I have been guarding the tactical center, and I just found out that Vinnie passed out outside."
Of course, this guy didn't tell the truth. This guy had been hiding in the dormitory, but he couldn't let people think that he did nothing but just hid, and he was sealed in the room.
Jack did not doubt what the other party said. Now there was a fire coming out of the computer room, and the tactical center next to it had also been affected.
"Is there anyone else inside? Where is Dachuan?"
"There's no one inside, Da Cai has been in his safe house, and the others are following him." The man said, pointing to the main building that was almost completely enveloped by the fire.
"Shit, it's all Bob's coward's fault, otherwise we would have arrived a long time ago." Tanto spat in a low voice. It was really hard to imagine that anyone could survive such a fire.
Jack looked at the fire and shook his head, but he couldn't do nothing.
"If you take care of him, can the car in the dealership still be used?" Jack thought about the issue of transportation.
The black agent nodded, "I have the keys to the bulletproof car. Those people shouldn't be able to drive it away."
The parking lot is near the back entrance. It has not been affected and the car should still be there.
That's good, at least the transportation problem is solved.
Jack explained the situation to Ron on the walkie-talkie and then led the people to run towards the main building. Passing an internal road and a green belt, there were several bodies dumped here.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a little inspection, Jack looked at the tactical center they just passed. According to experience, these people were killed by bullets fired from there.
But the DSS agent didn't seem to mention this, which was a bit strange.
They didn't have time to dwell on these issues, and by this time Ron had already eliminated the extremists at the main entrance with the help of the Lieshi Brigade.
"Where's Stevens?"
Jack looked at the direction of the fire and said, "It's probably still inside."
"What the hell."
Ron cursed, and then a figure rushed out of the fire, lying on the ground and vomiting.
He immediately recognized the fateful DSS agent Scott Wicklund, "Scott, tell me, where are everyone?"
The agent, who was already confused by the smoke, pointed at the fire and said, "I can't find them. I feel like Daxi and the others are still inside."
"Are there any enemies inside?"
Wicklander shook his head, "No, we got separated..." and began to cough non-stop as he spoke.
Ron rushed into the burning building immediately, shouting Stevens' name.
However, he couldn't hold on for half a minute before he ran out. It was too hot inside and he couldn't breathe normally at all.
Jack and others also ran over, and then he looked at the dozen corpses lying on the ground and in the swimming pool. These people fell in almost the same direction. It was obvious that they were blocked on the attack route.
Although these people's combat power is a bit inferior, almost all armed organizations in this area are like this, and here he did not find the corpse of the other party. In Libiya, there is no armed organization that can achieve such an exchange ratio in such a short period of time.
It's basically impossible to exist.
A trace of doubt flashed across Jack Silva's face, but now they have more important things to do.
Ron ran out of the fire, holding on to the marble pillar and coughing desperately.
The fire inside was too great and there was no way to stay in there for a long time.
Several people looked at the fire with desperate expressions. In this situation, Stevens' chance of survival was very small.
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Alex stood on an abandoned high-rise building, looking down at the burning car park with a telescope, and then contacted Amanda by satellite phone.
"Didn't you say that the CIA can stop the GRS people?" Alex's tone was calm. In her opinion, her mission had been completed, and now it was completely because Amanda and the people above had not made arrangements, "I had already
I just said that I would find an opportunity to give him a shot and then pretend to commit suicide. How could this happen now?"
Amanda on the opposite side had nothing to say for a moment, and after a while she asked, "How is Stevens?"
Alex thought about the information Xu Chuan told her, but she didn't plan to tell Amanda for the time being, "I don't know, the fire in the driving hall was too big, and he may have been buried in the flames."
"This matter must have accurate results, do you understand?" Amanda reminded.
"I see."
After hanging up the phone, Alex had a smile on her face.
She has no good impression of the top leaders of those organizations at all. Since these people have asked her to implement their plans from the beginning, then of course it is their own responsibility if anything goes wrong, and she will not take the initiative to help them deal with those problems.
I believe that now after Amanda put down the phone, she has told the news to those on the top.
Then she took out another burner phone and dialed Tamara's number.
"What's going on with Stevens?"
Tamara did not participate in today's operation, but has been providing logistical assistance to the Nusra Front.
"I asked that Abdul, Stevens will never escape the fire." Tamara assured Alex as she watched the fire burn.
Alex smiled, "Okay, I believe you."
The organization will definitely check through other channels. It is very likely that someone else will contact Tamara. There is more than one chess player behind this chess piece.
"By the way, there's one more thing." Tamara's voice was a little hesitant, but the guy thought about it and said it, "The Nusra Front people seem to be planning to besiege those Americans."
Alex was stunned for a moment. Well, indeed, only people from the CIA thought that secret intelligence station was a secret.
"I understand, you can retreat now, and don't forget to clean up all your hands and tails. If others know that you are involved in this matter, no one can save you at that time." Alex said.
He gave the other person a piece of advice out of kindness.
After that, she hung up the phone, took out the SIM card, broke it in half and threw it into the sewer. She and Tamara would never have any contact again.
Although the chaos in Benghazi is still continuing, without the instigation of Tamara's people, other places have basically calmed down, leaving only the Grand Cabin where firefights are still taking place.
After seeing Ron and others entering the main driving hall, the people of the Nusra Front reorganized an attack. About twenty people prepared to surround five GRS, and then they hit their heads and broke blood without any splash.
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This motley crew was almost wiped out by the well-equipped GRS group.
Abdu gritted his teeth and led his people to evacuate the main driving hall. The situation here was indeed too chaotic. Civilians, the Brigade, and some other armed organizations all mixed together, and a big melee broke out.
The GRS also found that the situation here was getting more and more chaotic, and they needed to evacuate as soon as possible. Not only that, after learning that Stevens was likely to be buried in the fire, the intelligence station called them back. Now there is only one serious security officer there.
Oz protects Gilanne when she goes to meet the informant.
If someone takes this opportunity to attack the intelligence station, these dozens of top students from Harvard and Yale will not be able to defend it.
At this time, the US military drone finally arrived in the sky over Benghazi.
The screen of the intelligence station simultaneously displayed the footage of the Predator's reconnaissance.
Although Umbrella was unable to synchronize the images, it had received news of the drone's arrival through the previously implanted Trojan backdoor.
He is currently sitting on the terrace on the top floor of the company, looking at the fire in the distance, with a camouflage net to prevent infrared signals above his head.
Umbrella's people have all withdrawn from the company in Benghazi. He asked Birkhoff to keep monitoring the CIA's intelligence. If anything goes wrong, he will run away immediately.
This matter is no joke at all. Of course, huge benefits come with huge risks. America must not be allowed to know what he has done. This matter is more troublesome than the black box in Nikita's hand that contains the organization's secrets.
But the risk was definitely worth it. Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows. This was a huge profit. Not only did he get confidential emails from Stevens and top American officials, he was also able to intercept intelligence from some departments such as the CIA. Of course, this needed to be done.
It must be extremely secretive. This job should be very handy for Birkhoff, who has been dealing with the CIA for a long time.
He raised his head and looked at the sky, where a predator was hovering somewhere.
Umbrella is now no more than an ant in the eyes of these behemoths, and he needs to be extremely cautious.
The phone rang, and it was Xiao Ai's voice who answered, telling him that the Nusra Front planned to attack the intelligence station.