Since joining the GRS as a retired special forces soldier, Tyroen has been present many times.
There had never been a major danger before, and at most it was the attack on the way back of the protection intelligence personnel and a brief exchange of fire broke out.
This is the first time that Tyroen has encountered such a large-scale attack.
Since the attack broke out, Tyroen's biggest feeling was not that he was afraid of the thugs rushing over, but that the family was broken by death.
I was worried that if I died here, my two daughters would lose their father's company and would not be able to obtain the perfect childhood that normal children should have.
When he was threatened by heavy machine guns, Tyroen's fear reached its peak.
Now that the adrenaline has subsided, the idea of ​​homesickness has begun to sprint to the whole boss, Tyroen has already developed a strong desire to retreat.
If you can evacuate from here smoothly, you can take a plane back to the United States.
In order to allow their daughters to have fatherly love and be able to accompany them throughout the process, Tyroen will resign and leave GRS to truly integrate into social life.
Even if I continue to sell insurance, I don’t want to put myself in danger again.
If Long Zhan knew Tyroen’s idea now, he would definitely extend an olive branch to him as soon as possible and book him a satisfactory contract.
Long Zhan’s goal is to establish a PMC company, and a legal private military company not only needs "contract workers" who can carry guns out to fight, but also "temporary workers" who can help at any time when there are not enough people.
It is even more necessary to have a large number of "office personnel" who can sit in the company and serve as logistics work.
With the retirement experience of the Tyroon SEALs and the sense of responsibility of the Gu family, he can undoubtedly become a qualified logistics staff member.
Taron was stimulated and fluctuated, and sat there with Tanto and chatted about family matters.
The office hall of the main building has become a mess.
The movement of the aviation bomb explosion just now was really scary. The intelligence personnel inside the house felt even stronger than outside the house.
Under the violent explosion, the whole house swayed violently.
For them who have not gone through war, that moment seemed to be the end of the world.
More than 20 intelligence personnel were frightened and their faces changed drastically. None of them could still calm down. As the boss, the webmaster, was also panicked.
"Everyone comes here..."
The webmaster swept off all the items on the conference table and spread a military map on the table.
He said loudly to everyone: "Help me mark out the areas around Libya, air bases that can help, rapid response units, naval aircraft carrier combat teams, all military units, now, immediately."
"Here, in Benhaz, Croatia, there is a US military attacking force directly, and it only takes two hours to fly over."
An intelligence officer wearing glasses drew a circle on the map with a red pen.
"Aviano, there are also fast-resistance troops here." A short-haired female intelligence officer drew a circle with a red pen in another place.
"Signaira, there is an air force base here, which is a rapid response base. In their hands, there is a F16 that is on standby all year round, and it only takes 20 minutes to come."
The bald black intelligence officer said that the place was mentioned by the place, and the webmaster, who had not expressed his opinion, suddenly felt emotional.
"Touch me now, speed."
"Okay, right now."
Hearing the command from the webmaster, the bald intelligence officer immediately picked up the phone and put the numbers in the phone that were entered into.
After contacting the base by phone, the bald black man handed the microphone to the webmaster.
"Signaira Base, this is Benghazi Intelligence Station. We need your help here. You are closest to you. It only takes 20 minutes to fly over and ask for a fighter to send you a support immediately."
The webmaster is really anxious now, and he doesn't say a word of nonsense, and he sticks to the topic as soon as he opens his mouth.
"Benghazi Intelligence Station, we have not received notice to go to the resources, have no right to open fire, and cannot help you."
The reply on the phone was very calm and out of place in the anxiety in the office lobby.
"You don't have to launch missile attacks, you don't even need an aviation machine gun. You just need to fly over the top of your head and let the bastards outside the door know that we are not fighting alone. They will be scared to have their butts and urinate and stop attacking." The webmaster explained.
"We need permissions, have you obtained permissions? Send us to support permissions."
"My permissions?"
Things have developed to this point. As a friendly US Air Force Base, it is still doing this. The webmaster is so angry that his neck is thick.
Although he wanted to catch the person on the other end of the phone and scold him, he thought that he had something to ask for, so he could only force him to hold it in.
Taking a deep breath to stabilize my emotions, suppressing the anger that was about to burst out in my heart, and said helplessly and angrily: "I only have one authority...
If you don’t send F16 to support, the Americans here will die, including me who is talking to you, go to your MD permission.”
In the end, the webmaster couldn't help but burst into several Farkes in a row.
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Benghazi Airport.
4:25 am.
"Jie, we can't wait any longer. Have you heard the explosion just now? There may have been a big change there."
Lei is a relatively calm person in Team B and has never had much emotional fluctuation.
But listening to the constant gunfire, various explosions scattered, especially the last sound, a big explosion that was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky.
Even if Lei was not at the battle scene, he could imagine how bad the intelligence station was at this moment.
"Yes, I can't wait."
As the most irritable person, Sonny is already anxious now.
He echoed: "It has been almost three hours since we came to this place. The idiots outside are still arguing there. When they discuss how to share the money, I'm afraid we won't have to go there, and people will die long ago."
"The committee's government personnel have not appeared, and it is impossible for people outside to discuss the results," Trent said.
"Do we really need their help? When we went out for a mission, we were not alone. I think we would be safer without the stupid pigs outside. At least we could still help."
Being strong is the main characteristic of Clay's character, but what he said is not exaggerated.
Especially the last sentence, going there early can help, which made Jason, who was still a little hesitant, finally make the decision.
"Bullock, you stay here and wait for the results. Others follow me, let's take the bus first."
Jason issued two orders in a row, leaving one person to wait here, and then he could bring reinforcements to him, and the others would set out with him first.
This arrangement is indeed stable and more reasonable.
Chapter completed!