Curtis quickly stopped Albert. This guy Damien Scott always spoke freely and caused a lot of trouble here.
With Albert's fiery temper, he would really start a fight with this guy, and the two of them might tear this place apart by then.
Then their boss will have reason to deduct their year-end dividends. Albert is better off, but Scott really has no money to deduct.
Xu Chuan ignored them. These bastards had too much energy and it was normal for them to fight with themselves.
"HCLI? Is Coco or Casper here?"
Albert, who was stopped, raised his middle finger at Scott, and then replied, "They are not here. It is a supervisor in charge of port operations. He doesn't know you are here."
No wonder, otherwise they should have enough manpower to fish out those Americans.
Xu Chuan thought for a while, "Two hundred thousand per person, no bargaining."
Anyway, most of these people will survive in the end, so why not make some money along the way? It won’t be a loss.
Send the message to the director of HCLI, and he won't care what price the other party wants to charge the Americans.
"Boss, two hundred thousand dollars for one person is too cruel. There is no way the other party will agree to it." Curtis was worried that his opportunity to make extra money would be gone.
Xu Chuan said, "Don't be kidding. Is the United States short of money? If it is short of money, who are you looking down on?"
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"Bob, Bob!", an intelligence officer jumped up from his chair excitedly, "HCLI agreed to let us leave Benghazi on their cargo ship."
With one sentence, everyone looked at this guy, including Bob, the station manager who was in contact with his superiors, but he was still calm, "What are the conditions? How are we going to get to the port?"
"The ticket to Italy is 150,000 yuan per person, and for armed escort, they need to contact other people for 200,000 yuan each."
Bob's face darkened, "Damn, they are robbing." The price was really a bit high.
But looking at everyone's hopeful expressions, he really couldn't say no. "The support from Tripoli is already on the plane, and HCLI can be used as an alternative."
The GRS from the Tripoli headquarters had already taken a flight to Benghazi. They said they would contact the National Army or the Leshi Brigade in Benghazi to provide transportation and an escort team. It would also cost money, but it would be much cheaper.
Everyone cheered, at least there was hope.
"Bob should have said yes to HCLI's offer," said Olds, a former Marine.
Gilanne carried some food and drinks to the roof and told everyone the news.
"Glenn and the others are not familiar with the environment in Benghazi. They also have to spend money to find someone at the airport. Under the current situation, it is difficult for them to contact helpers." If they could contact someone, they would have arrived at the airport by now.
It's obvious that these armed organizations that usually have good relations with them all know who is attacking them. These people have to consider their relationship with these people. It is very likely that the people in these organizations are acquaintances and know each other, so they are wary.
At that time, it still depends on how much money Tripoli can spend.
"How long can you keep guard?" Gilanne asked.
Oz shook his head, "If we encounter troops with heavy weapons, I can't tell."
He looked at the other party seriously and said, "Go and make some phone calls home." This sentence made Gil Anne feel cold in her heart.
If time goes on, it's hard to say what will happen to the opponent's second wave of attacks. They can't make a single mistake, otherwise as long as the opponent makes a breakthrough, the whole game will be lost.
"If Glenn and the others knew that Stevens was still alive in the hospital, then he would have picked up Mr. Dashu first." Jack Silva took advantage of the fact that there was no movement outside and climbed into Ron's room.
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"You are right, so we may need to continue to guard for a while." Everyone fell silent. This is not good news.
It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and Glenn Doherty's plane had landed at Benghazi Airport for half an hour, but until now they had not gotten into the car provided by the local armed organization.
"Man, can we rob their car?" The Grinch of Delta felt extremely bored looking at these locals who kept shouting in the hangar.
The two of them had not slept for two days. After returning to Tripoli from the reconnaissance mission, they learned that there were Americans in Benghazi who needed support, so they took the initiative to find them.
The same was true for Glenn Doherty, but he knew very well that in Benghazi, a place he was unfamiliar with, it was impossible for them alone to bring more than thirty American trustees to the airport safely.
"It's easy to get on the bus, but the hard part is how to get off." Glenn said.
He walked towards the translator he had brought with him, who was talking to an officer of the National Army.
"What are they arguing about? Where is my car?" Glenn asked as he pulled over the translator.
These people were arguing in the local language, as if the other party was the enemy who killed his father.
The translator explained to him, "They are discussing who will drive, who will go first, and who will get the most money."
Glenn was so angry that he almost shot all these people with the automatic rifle in his hand, "Let them discuss it quickly, and tell them that if an American dies, I will come back and cut their necks personally."
Damn it, what are these people thinking in their minds? Glenn always felt that these people were deliberately stalling for time, and that all the quarrels were staged for him.
"Keep an eye on them, I can't tell who is the good guy at all," Glenn said to a GRS member.
Then he walked aside and started to contact the driver's office in Tripoli, "We are trapped. Are you sure Stevens is not dead?"
"Then his luck is really good." After hearing the other party's affirmative answer, Glenn couldn't help but complain, "But before these scum can discuss who gets the most dollars, we can go anywhere.
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This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The news was passed back to the intelligence station, and Bob really smashed the walkie-talkie on the table this time.
Along with this bad news, the group of extremists seemed to know that they did not have much time, and immediately began a second wave of attacks.
These people drove the nearby sheep over, and then hid among the sheep, planning to use this method to approach the wall of the intelligence station.
Not only that, this time they learned a little bit smarter, and separated a few people to pass through the nearby residential houses, hoping to catch these Americans off guard.
However, too few personnel were invested, and these people still did not close the distance with their opponents immediately. The consequences of the first wave of attacks made these people seem to want to stay away from these Americans.
A car drove towards the main entrance of the intelligence station, turning on its headlights and not hiding its intentions at all.
Ron shouted over the intercom, "Don't shoot, I don't want to send you to jail."
Two GRS ran towards the reinforced main entrance to prevent this car from rushing in for no apparent reason.
The car drove to a stop about ten meters away from the gate, and a man got out of the passenger seat with a homemade bomb with a burning fuse in his hand.
The outcome is obvious. Before this guy was thrown out, he was beaten to pieces by more than a dozen bullets. The people in the car were also burned to death by the GRS.
As the bombs dropped on the ground exploded, the second wave of attacks began.
This time, the Nusra Front chose to attack in two directions at the same time, and the number of people was twice as large as before. Abdul almost took out all his old capital. If he could not win again, what would happen to him?
It will probably be miserable.
He pressed everyone up and took out the American-made M1 81mm mortar that he had been reluctant to use. The main problem was that there were too few shells. The two boxes of shells were still Tamara's reward.
Moreover, their gunners were not professional, and the hit rate when firing at night was very low, so they could not waste precious shells.
Although the attack this time had more people and was more violent, it also failed to last too long.
The few people who came from the residential area were quickly discovered by the GRS. A few long bursts of M240B fire suppressed these people in the house. The others started to name these people one by one with precise firepower.
Without heavy weapons, these armed men have no way to break through the GRS defense line. In addition, the Predator drones in the sky provide them with real-time ground images, making it difficult for these men to even approach the fence.
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"It stopped so soon?" Xu Chuan was still listening to the gunshots on the terrace of Umbrella Company. This time it took a little longer than the first wave, but not much longer.
This scene is actually quite boring from the perspective of the scene. The pressure faced by GRS comes more from the lack of support from its own side. This situation will make people fall into more and more despair.
In fact, this group of extremists is not a serious threat. To say that they are a ragtag group is to be polite. They are simply a group of trash. For the GRS, which is well-equipped and has sufficient ammunition, there is not much pressure to repel these people.
"There's no reply from HCLI. It's probably because your asking price is too high." Curtis looked regretful that their extra money was just gone.
"Don't worry, they will find it again." Now no one in Benghazi takes their job, everyone is watching the show to waste time.
Is it true that the local National Army or the Army Brigade cannot gather a team to come to support? How is that possible?
Combining the information from Alex and the intelligence found on the Grand Club server, Stevens is simply an abandoned son. Some people in the United States must have used some channels to prevent the local forces in Benghazi from getting involved this time.
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But it was definitely impossible to talk about this matter openly, and the American side did not expect to hire thugs who were prepared to solve the problem together with people from the CIA.
Therefore, some military executives in Benghazi who are capable of making decisions may now believe that this was all planned by the Americans and that they were just stalling for time.
As for those in the United States who know what happened, now they have no choice but to make mistakes, and they are even less likely to come forward.
At least until dawn tomorrow, the intelligence station will not be able to find anyone to support them.
As for the GRS who have arrived at Benghazi Airport, their first priority now is to go to the hospital to ensure Stevens' safety. If they don't arrive, Alex will go there and kill Stevens.
The plot has been very different up to now. Stevens's inexplicable survival has brought the world line to another fork in the road.
Glenn Doherty of Benghazi Airport used a large amount of money to make these members of the armed organization who were greedy for money finally reach a consensus.
The good news is that we can finally start taking action after struggling for so long, but the bad news is that it's almost dawn.
"We first go to the hospital to make sure the car is safe, and then go to the intelligence station. They have blocked two attacks. No one knows when the next one will start." Glenn was very anxious.
Under normal circumstances, he would have divided people into two groups, one to support GRS and one to be responsible for Stevens' safety. But the performance of these armed organizations just now made him know that these people are completely untrustworthy. What will happen then?
The situation is likely to cause their people to escape directly.
And this news is not very friendly to people in intelligence warfare. After the people in Tripoli pick up Stevens, who knows when it will be, will those damn extremists start another attack?
And this time, the almost exhausted GRS may not be able to block the attack. They may not even know it. Moreover, it will be dark soon, and their equipment advantage will no longer exist.
Everyone looked at the webmaster Bob, those looks could really tear him apart.
Bob knew that this was because they still had another way to go, but this way was a little more expensive.
But for a group of people who are already desperate, this is the hope of survival.
And he couldn't hold it any longer. If those people broke in, his end would definitely not be better.
"I'll call again." Bob stood up from his chair. He also made a decision. This time, even if his superiors disagreed, he would use the money in the secret account to buy a way out for everyone.
All things only count if they are alive; if they die, there will really be nothing.
Everyone watched him walk into the office with hope. He, the webmaster, needed to ask his superiors for instructions on using such a large sum of money. Fortunately, HCLI did not ask for cash, otherwise he would not be able to get it.
He used the CIA's dedicated line to call his boss and explained the current situation, but the other party seemed a little hesitant. After all, there were more than thirty people, each with 350,000 yuan. Even if the CIA was rich, this was still a huge sum of money.
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But then another voice rang on the phone, and the other person answered the phone, "Bob, this is George Blake."
Of course Bob knew this voice, it was the CIA director who just took office last year.
"I'm already clear about the matter. I will give you the authorization for the secret account immediately. I'm sorry that I only received your call now. Whether you believe it or not, I just learned about it."
Bob could hear the anger in the other person's calm tone, but he didn't care about it at all now. He only knew that the lives of more than thirty people were saved.
"The director agreed." Walking out of the office, Bob announced the news to everyone's attention.
A group of people almost jumped up with excitement. Bob quickly held the group down and said, "Complete the destruction procedure, contact HCLI and ask them to send someone over immediately." He wanted to leave this damn place immediately, and he would apply for early retirement when he returned.
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The GRS people also knew the news, and their low morale rose at this moment.
"Bob, you finally did something wrong." Tanto sat slumped on the roof of the building, deciding not to scold him behind his back.
Ron looked at his watch. It was going to be dawn soon. "Don't be too happy. Those people are probably still planning something in the dark. Keep your spirits up." He always had an ominous premonition.
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Xu Chuan had already received the news from HCLI. He waved his cell phone towards the other people, "What do you mean, what I said is right."
The person at the intelligence station has reached the limit. Even if he raises the price at this time, the other party will agree.
"Have someone prepare a car to pick up these donors. They can't die. Each one is worth hundreds of thousands." Xu Chuan pointed at Curtis and Scott.
More than thirty people need at least two trucks and enough guards. It is estimated that the Nusra Front will not let them make money so easily.
"Let the drones out. If those guys don't give you face, let them know who has the final say in this land."