Long Zhan turned his head when he heard the explosion and saw a big gap blowing out on the rooftop.
Smoke of gunpowder ~
Danny, who was originally carrying a gun at that position, has now disappeared, and it seems that with this explosion, it has disappeared.
It’s not a relative or acquaintance, but it only takes one day to know each other.
Long Zhan didn't feel much, so he took Olivia and continued to walk away with him.
Albright and Hansen are different.
They saw that Danny might be killed, their faces collapsed suddenly, and their expressions of extreme horror and sadness occupied their faces.
"Ganny, Ganny, can you hear it?"
Albright stood there sadly, calling on the walkie-talkie.
Fortunately, Hanson was a veteran after all, so he quickly reacted in his grief. Realizing that the enemy was still chasing him, he hurriedly pulled Albright.
"Let's go, we go, they're catching up."
Hansen pulled and pulled, Albright continued to run forward in grief.
"Oh my God!"
“My God.”
"No, no!"
There was a lot of grief in the safe house, and the gap on the rooftop seemed to be opened in their hearts.
He is both frightened, helpless, and sad.
Only Khalid, who launched the RPG, carried the launching rocket launcher and watched the thick smoke on the roof, showing a cruel and smug smile.
He was very satisfied with his shot.
It was too dangerous outside. The terrorists took out all the bazooka, and Long Zhan had to take Olivi into the nearest house.
Long Zhan opened the way in front to eliminate danger, and Olivi followed closely behind.
Albright was half-dragged by Hanson, and then entered the house where Long Zhan was located, and immediately started calling again: "Ganny, please answer, have you received it?"
This time someone finally answered.
Unfortunately, it was not Ganney who answered.
"He is dead!" Peloz replied.
"What?"
Albright thought he had heard it wrong and asked repeatedly with his eyes wide open.
"He's dead!" Peloz repeated.
"Fak~Impossible, this is impossible."
Albright cursed in pain, and Hanson also put on the mask of pain.
However, this is just an appetizer.
Peloz then said: "Diet, he has been killed by the bombing, and Mohammed and his Royal Guard are all dead."
As soon as Peloz said this, the atmosphere inside the team fell to the bottom.
"Are you happy?? Bastard? At least four of my friends are dead. Do you think this is fun? Do you want to go out and have fun?"
The white Marine was furious and angry, and ran towards Jamal angrily.
He looked fierce and wanted to cut Jamal alive.
"Dave, don't be impulsive."
The black marine went up to block it in time, pushed his chest and said loudly, "Listen to me, you can't help but find him out, and they're going to kill you too."
"Maybe we should hand him over to see if they will leave. I don't want to be like this." Dave said in pain.
"Calm down, we don't have time to do that. Today we have to fight side by side." The black Marine said very rationally.
"It's over, we're dead now."
A female worker in a large cafeteria was broken down due to stress, and she started to cry sadly.
"Only Ganney can take charge of the overall situation. If even he is dead, how can we survive? We must be dead." Black said in fear.
"We can hold on, Black."
Ambassador Cahill refuted Black, picked up the radio station and said, "Corporal Albright, what should we do next?"
“What the Farke.”
Dave burst out in surprise and asked, "You actually want to ask him? Ambassador, I have no intention of offending, but he is just a rookie and doesn't know anything.
Whether it is qualifications or experience, he is not qualified to take on this great task."
"But he is the only one who is solving this, he is always trying to stop it from happening, he is now performing a mission, and you are here, that's the gap between you and him."
Ambassador Cahill was facing tit for tit, and the hidden secret meaning in his words was already very obvious.
You are a cowardly coward and you are not qualified to speak.
Dave was choked by Ambassador Cahill and was speechless for a moment.
"We're dead, we're dead."
Black's mood had fallen to the bottom and had no intention of taking his camera.
"What to do? Albright." Ambassador Cahill asked again.
"Please wait!"
Albright had just arrived in Afghanistan, and he wouldn't know the command of the fart.
However, Ambassador Cahill appointed him as the person in charge, and Albright made every effort to open the command channel and connect to the rescue Lute communication.
"Call the ronin, this is C1. Please answer when you hear it, it's over." Albright called.
"This is Lieutenant Lincoln, who are you?"
Lieutenant Lincoln asked in confusion when he heard the sound.
"I am Corporal Evan Albright, sir." Albright replied.
"Where is Ganyrenes?" Ensign Lincoln's face changed slightly.
"He's dead, sir." Albright replied.
Lieutenant Lincoln closed his eyes in pain and didn't say anything for a long time. He couldn't believe it was true. His old friend was gone.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Albright said urgently again: "We need your resources very much, sir."
"We will have twenty minutes left, you can hold on." Lieutenant Lincoln replied.
"It will take twenty minutes?" Albright was so excited that his voice changed.
"Stand up, Marines, we will arrive, we will arrive as soon as possible." Lieutenant Lincoln said.
"Yes sir." Albright had no choice.
"You must protect the security of the ambassador and other personnel until we arrive." Lieutenant Lincoln ordered.
"As for orders, sir."
Albright had no choice but to accept the order.
"We must never let him win, our hard work cannot be wasted. I sincerely believe that I must believe that we can definitely defeat Khalid."
Ambassador Cahill looked at the screen, a large number of terrorists who were encircling Albright, and their eyebrows were tightly squeezed into a group.
"What's up?"
Suddenly, Dave sniffed his nose and looked around.
"It's us, it's the smoke coming out there." Black pointed to the vents on the wall.
"Sheit, it must have been caused by the roof explosion." The black Marines walked over and said.
"Damn it, what kind of haunted safety house is this? Isn't the ventilation system independent? This is still a safe house? It doesn't seem safe at all."
Black looked at the chimney and complained wildly, just about to scold the designer for being a sculptor.
"What should I do if this place is no longer safe?" Dave looked at Ambassador Cahill.
Chapter completed!