"What's the situation there?" Xu Chuan, who was staying in the computer room, was asking about the situation on the walkie-talkie, listening to the lightning of gunfire outside.

"These guys seemed to finally find out that we didn't plan to rush over and fight hard. Now we have learned to be smart." Curtis replied.

After leaving more than a dozen bodies, the extremists on the opposite side finally understood the situation. The group of people on the opposite side drew a red line on the swimming pool and the road connecting the back door, and whoever crossed was killed.

They also thought about going around the green belt on the side, but none of them succeeded.

Curtis' thermal imaging and night vision device in his hands can see their actions clearly.

"It will take more than ten minutes for me. Please note that if you have any situation, you can retreat in advance. According to the distance, it should take another half an hour for the US drone to reach the sky above Benghazi."

"Hi guys, are the scouts of GRS scared? Their doors were closed and they didn't seem to be planning to go over to save people." Albert's voice came from the intercom.

They have been staring at the CIA's secret intelligence station, although almost everyone in the class has known about this intelligence station.

This is also good. If GRS is dragged on, Albert will not need to do anything. Xu Chuan has almost completed the construction.

"Don't relax, I think those people will come." Xu Chuan reminded, who let him know the plot.

"clear"

Xu Chuan continued to look at the surveillance footage. After the extremists entering the building found that they could not handle the bulletproof door, several people stood aside and discussed. Xu Chuan took out his mobile phone and took a photo at an extremist wearing a sportswear on the screen.

This guy should be the head of this group of people, and everyone else is following his orders.

"They may have to set fires, please be careful." Xu Chuan looked at his watch, "retreat in ten minutes."

His progress here is almost completed, and the extremists are asking people outside to transport the gasoline in the car.

These people not only poured the gasoline along the iron gate into the Stevens safe house, but also fell into various rooms of the building, and the leader retreated to the door and ignited the gasoline directly.

The ignition began to spread to various houses along the gasoline, and soon the building was shrouded in a sea of ​​fire.

"I hope Stevens received my gas mask." Xu Chuan looked at the surveillance screen and could only wish the other party good luck.

Curtis and his men began to retreat, and the temperature around him began to rise, which would affect the effect of thermal imaging. He retreated near the tactical center, which was separated from the main building by a lawn and green belt.

If those people want to attack the tactical center, they need to pass through here. Their body temperature will be different from the background temperature, and the advantages of the equipment will be returned to Curtis's hands again.

The voice of the DSS agent came from the walkie-talkie on the table, and the thick smoke made several of them who were trapped inside cough.

"Winnie, what the hell is going on, where are you?"

They should have known that someone was setting fires, but the safe house lacked the necessary response, and it was obvious that there was no fireproof there.

"Oh my...what should I do?" Stevens shouted, his civilian was completely confused.

All four of them had retreated into the bathroom and stuffed the crack in the door with a towel, but even so black smoke still came in through the gap.

They all blocked their mouths and noses with wet towels, but this simply couldn't solve the problem.

"Winnie, Winnie, we need to know what's going on outside." A DSS agent shouted his teammate's name like crazy.

They have no choice now, so they can only go out quickly before being burned to death, but they need to know if the people outside have left, otherwise it would not be a trap.

But without replying, they also knew that it was likely that the tactical center was broken, and it was hard to say whether the teammates were alive or dead now.

A DSS agent held a shotgun, "We have to go out, we have to block our mouths and noses, bent down and try to get as many crawling as possible."

Several people were busy preparing, and the guy suddenly opened the bathroom door, and a wave of heat mixed with thick smoke rushed in.

"I can't see...", a voice shouted, followed by a coughing sound.

But no one knows who is talking. There are fires everywhere outside like hell, and the high temperature and thick smoke make them almost unable to breathe.

"Everyone follows me." The agent shouted, then rushed into the smoke with his waist. He needed to open the locked iron door.

With gasoline, the fire burned quickly. The extremists who set fire also withdrew from the house and were completely unable to treat people inside.

The scene was in chaos, and crazy crowds poured bullets into various buildings, regardless of whether there were people inside.

Even many civilians living nearby joined the carnival, and many people who were not afraid rushed in and searched in various buildings.

"GRS is out." Albert's voice sounded.

As Xu Chuan's work was coming to an end, GRS was finally ready to come and support.

After Ron knew that the extremists had started setting fires, he stopped following the webmaster's orders. He took four team members and an interpreter into the car and drove towards the driving hall.

"There are two cars in GRS, a total of six people, and they are on the scheduled route." Albert is using a drone to monitor the movements of these people.

At present, you need to be very careful when using drones. Now there are countless pairs of eyes staring here. Benghazi has more than one CIA intelligence station. Most countries in the entire North Korea have intelligence personnel here, and the same is true for the same in the same way by the Russians and some Gulf countries.

So the whole thing is very strange. The United States does not have any troops stationed in Benghazi, but the National Army, the largest force in the local area, was supported by Beiyo. Maybe it will still fly solo if it is hard in two years. Now, if you give them the courage to ignore the orders.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Pentagon is even more funny, and a group of generals are in a meeting to discuss whether to send troops to wear military uniforms or casual clothes.

The Rapid Response Force, which is preparing for support at the Italian Air Force Base, has changed its clothes twice.

"Create them a little trouble. Now we have plenty of time." Xu Chuan said to Albert.

It will take two minutes for Berkhoff to drive there, and it will be no problem even if the GRS drives over.

He never expected that the other party's efficiency was so low. Judging from the current situation, there was no need to make so many preparations.

Ron and his teammates encountered the first trouble when they drove out less than 400 meters. Someone set up roadblocks at the intersection, but several armed personnel from which faction stopped them. A pickup truck also had a 12.7x108mm caliber Deshka heavy machine gun.

The gun pointed at Ron and his other cars, causing these GRSs to tremble.

Their two cars are not bulletproof cars. Not to mention this caliber, even ordinary automatic weapons cannot stop them. The only difference is that the corpse is incomplete.

Everyone quickly got out of the car and hid at the rear of the second car. Fortunately, these people did not see them and immediately opened fire.

The translator named Amur was pushed out and asked him to ask if he was from Lesbourg.

These people never wear uniforms and can't tell which side they are from.

The translator with glasses walked over with his hands tremblingly. A burly man stopped him and asked in his local dialect, "Who are you? American?"

The few people who got out of the car were wearing tactical vests and night vision devices on their heads. Few people in Benghazi had this condition.

Amur was about to answer when suddenly a car rushed over from behind them and threw a grenade out of the car window when they were not aware of it.

The car didn't stop at all, but instead slammed into the alley on one side.

"hid in deck" Ron shouted at Amur and then retracted back behind the car tires.

The M67 grenade rolled near the pickup truck, and with a "bang", hundreds of prefabricated fragments flew out around.

The Deshika machine gunner was shot in the leg and knelt down with screams. His fingers accidentally landed on the trigger. The huge muzzle flame shot into the air in an arc. The man who was asking was unlucky to be swept to his waist by a 12.7 bullet, and the upper half of his body was connected to a little spine and fell to the side.

Amur, who had no reaction at all, had a spurted intestine on his face and was covered in blood.

"Ah~~~!" The old man grabbed the sticky and warm human tissue with his hands, and after seeing it clearly, he screamed in his biggest voice in his life.

The young translator fell to the ground with his legs soft and rolled and crawled to stay away from this place.

Tanto rushed over and pulled the guy who had already changed his voice back, and shouted at him while helping him clean up the blood on his face, "Calm down, calm down, you're okay, Fuck, you lucky guy."

As long as he stands ten centimeters on the right, the bullet will take him away.

Ron had already stretched out his gun and shot the machine gunman's head, and broke the other party's arm, which made Deska's terrifying voice stop.

However, although the heavy machine gun stopped, there were more than two people blocking the road just now. These people hid in the moment the heavy machine gun sounded, and at this time they directly regarded Ron and his gang as enemies.

"Get in, get in, go away quickly." Ron shouted, and was about to come out of the rear of the car when a few bullets suddenly hit the front cover of the previous car.

Then the melee began at the intersection, and a group of armed personnel who came from there began to exchange fire with these people who set up roadblocks.

The two cars parked at the intersection of GRS became completely targets. An RPG rocket flew over from somewhere and directly blew the first car into the sky.

Ron got up from the ground and said, "Get the equipment and let's go."

This place can't be stayed anymore, and the car can't be driven.

Several people took out the M249 from the second car and quickly walked across the street to prepare to go around the path.

"How far are we?" asked Tiger, a former Marine soldier with glasses, holding M249, who was carrying a 100-round ammunition bag.

"Not far, 1.5 kilometers." Jack Silva was holding a new M4A1 in his hand.

Tiger compared the weapons in the hands of the two people and cursed directly.

"Be careful, we must be faster." Ron walked in the front. He never expected that he would encounter such a thing. Throwing two cars completely slowed down his speed.

"Are we going to grab one?" Tanto asked as he looked at the local car driving on the street.

Ron cursed and told him to shut up, "It's better to run faster than to have time to talk." He was worried that something would happen in the middle of the journey. He might not have saved anyone and explained it directly here.

Albert, who was hiding not far away, said on the intercom, "The Scouts of the GRS have given up their vehicles and started walking to the cabin, waiting for subsequent orders."

"I received it and prepared to retreat. My work here has been completed." Xu Chuan replied.

Burkhoff has implanted a backdoor program in the CIA system, and not only the CIA but also the American Academy of Arts system.

"Hey, man, you must not believe what I found. Someone is sending and receiving high-security emails with unauthorized private servers. They must have a problem in their minds." Burkhoff mocked without mercy.

Xu Chuan raised his eyebrows, "Do you know who it is?"

"Senator Madeleine Pierce, this woman must be an idiot."

"Let's talk about this matter. If you hack her server, don't let her destroy it." This time, this time I won the prize, the value of this thing is probably greater than that of the prism.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After finishing the call, Xu Chuan stood up and opened the door of the cabinet, pulled the prepared aluminum thermal incendiary bomb and placed it inside.
To be continued...