The film starts with the Navy SEALs

"Fine!"

Faubett was moved by Charles' persistence, took a sip of coffee, nodded and said, "It's true, I haven't seen them, so what did you see from them?"

"Well, I can't explain it in a few words. If you allow me, I want to start from the beginning." Charles looked at Fubert sincerely.

"Okay, I'm listening."

Forbet put a piece of sugar into the coffee, and stirred it slowly with a spoon.

"Cough cough."

Charles cleared his throat, and by the way organized his thoughts and said: "A group of my subordinates, the B-2 team led by the second-level operator Eugene J. Morrow, was looking for the lost A-5 team.

Because the area of ​​the nursing home is too special, and it is already late at night, after discussion with the team, they decided to find an abandoned residential building to rest for the sake of safety.

Afterwards, they conducted a thorough investigation of several nearby buildings, and found that two of the three sub-buildings were deliberately set up..."

"Sorry to interrupt, what's going on? Did the wall come down, or something else?" Faubert asked, interrupting Charles.

"No, in the first building, we found several highly decomposed corpses that had obviously been lying there for a long time, and the smell was very... just like that, the second building was also uninhabitable for the same reason. "

Charles wanted to paint a maggot-ridden corpse, but felt too disgusted and gave up, thinking that Forbet should know what he meant.

"Well, okay, I understand, continue!"

Forbet did understand that no one would want to sleep with a rotting corpse.

Charles continued: "Although in the third residential building, except for one of the apartments, the windows and doors of the remaining apartments are almost rotten, but there are no dead bodies inside, so my subordinates chose this building.

They checked all the floors beforehand and there was nothing suspicious, so..."

"So you thought there was a suitable place to stay overnight, like a camp specially tailored for them?"

The counterintelligence officer interrupted Charles again, half-closed his eyes and mocked: "It's so interesting, is this the first time your people have gone out? Could it be that they can't see such a crude trap?"

"Usually the team would arrive at dawn, but this time there was a reason. The shipment was so important that they had to rush there overnight, but someone fired on them on the way, and they had to find a place to defend and wait for dawn." Charles worked hard explained.

"Are you talking about the batch of materials requested by the higher-ups?" Faubert finally looked serious, obviously he also knew the importance of the batch.

"Yes." Charles nodded.

"So, have the goods been found and brought back?" Fobert asked.

"Unfortunately, we didn't find it. The A-5 unit responsible for picking up the goods is all dead, and there is no one alive, so the goods disappeared." Charles said with a face full of self-blame.

A-5 is the unit that Charles is in charge of. His subordinates are unfavorable in their work and lack of money and resources. Being the boss has to bear joint and several responsibilities.

Pursuing accountability is a matter for the head of USEC's Takov Special Operations Department. Fubert has no authority to control it, and he didn't say anything even though he was dissatisfied.

He could only shake his head with a speechless smile and said, "Let me analyze it for you. A group of unknown guys detected the route of your team and set up a trap apartment on the way.
Afterwards, they attack on the road, misleading your squad with hysteresis, thus forcing them to stop for the night.

With so few options for rest, and it was late, your men fell into the trap set out for them.

right?Am I getting the sequence of events right? "

After listening to the analysis, Charles realized the big problem and broke out in a cold sweat.

It's not that he didn't think that this was a conspiracy, but he publicly admitted that he was a command idiot, and was easily fooled by a group of cultists into applause, and you can say goodbye to promotion.

It is even very likely that the current acting commander will be stripped of his black hat.

In order to keep the black gauze hat that he had finally put on, Charles considered it carefully for a while before coping and said: "It is true that this possibility cannot be ruled out, but..."

"This possibility?"

Faubert interrupted Charles with a wave of his hand, and said with a straight face: "Is there any other possibility for this kind of thing? I'm interested to hear it. Come on, let's talk."

"Forehead……"

Charles didn't have a glib tongue in the first place, so he was immediately silenced by Forbet, not knowing what to say.

"Hey~"

Forbet sighed.

As a veteran counterintelligence specialist, he was tempted to stand up and point at Charles' nose and yell at him for having his ass mounted on his head.

As a professional USEC commander, he couldn't even see such a simple trap.

One can think of the current situation of USEC in Takov. Everyone wants to kill them and lick their fat boxes. Conspiracies and tricks against USEC are emerging one after another. The living environment is indeed very bad. Not everyone can see through tricks every time like him.

Thousands of words turned into a sigh.

Stop discussing this meaningless topic, change a new topic and say: "We will discuss this issue later, continue, what happened next?"

"Not long after the U-2 team fell asleep, the enemy's attack began. They first blew up the sentries with grenades, and then began to attack the building. The enemy appeared from the basement. Obviously they were in an ambush in advance. Eugene led the team to fight hard. Resistance, but there are too many enemies, and soon, most of the team members were injured in the battle." Charles said.

"They're obviously not good at it, they don't sound like ordinary SCAVs." Forbet frowned.

"Yes, sir, they're a bunch of cultists."

"Cultist?"

Faubert stood up from his chair, obviously he knew what a cultist was, and urged: "Well, very good, from now on, please tell me more about the details of the battle."

"OK, all right."

Charles nodded and began to explain: "More than seven people from both sides died in the shootout, and four people from the U-2 unit were injured in the battle.

The fighting left only Eugene J. Morrow, the only man unhurt at the time.

They have been completely trapped, stuck in an apartment on the third floor, unable to be supported by other teams, and the hope of surviving is very slim.

But at the critical moment of life and death, there was a sudden explosion outside the house, followed by intensive gunfire, and finally the gunfire stopped.

Someone yelled at Molo outside the house, speaking in proper American English, Molo answered the man, and he was then told to leave the room, there were no more enemies outside. "

Charles said that it stopped, and he could still feel the thrill of the time when he recounted it, and he needed to breathe a sigh of relief.