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Chapter 430 February 2 Martyrs Brigade
While reporting, Tyronn Woods also poked his head forward to look forward. The four thick and strong barrels gave him a strong sense of oppression.

"We are requesting support from the Martyrs Brigade on February 2, but they have already dispatched to..."

The response from the headquarters was also quite fast, but it was a pity that they were all useless nonsense. Tyronn didn't even bother to listen, and hung up the radio directly.

Dial a number on the phone and say, "Ozzy, we're in trouble again on the Fifth Ring Road, you know what to do."

Mark Ozzy Guest, an excellent non-commissioned officer in the former Marine Corps, is now the main member of the GRS and the most capable right-hand man of Captain Oron.

The Martyrs Brigade mentioned by the headquarters on February 2, Long Zhan had seen it in the mission materials.

In order to support the US ambassador to Libya, John Stevens, the US State Department became the first liaison to the Libyan rebels and launched activities in Benghazi to consolidate US political interests.

Specially spent money to invite the Martyrs Brigade on February 2 to become the "partner" of the United States in Benghazi.

to be honest.

It is to spend money to invite this rebel to protect the US embassy and intelligence station in Benghazi and avoid being harmed by other Libyan rebels.

The Martyrs Brigade on February 2 was nominally a "security guard", but in fact they were all just dawdling.

They were very active when they took the money, but if something really happened, they either pretended not to see it, or ran faster than anyone else, and it was impossible to do practical things at all.

To put it more clearly...

The Martyrs Brigade on February 2th was a "low allocation" PMC. The Ministry of National Defense, the embassy's superior, specially paid for cheap and easy-to-use labor in Libya.

It is completely unrealistic to expect them to fight, it is enough to stand at the door and put on a show.

Knowing this situation, Tyroen decisively chose to hang up the communication when he heard the request from the Martyrs Brigade on February 2th.

It is simply a big joke to ask for this kind of [-]-year-old boy who will rebel at any time.

"We are notifying the Martyrs Brigade on February 2, and it may not take long to get there." The CIA intelligence station headquarters called again.

"Wait for those guys to come and help? Are you sure you're not joking with me? I've already asked my people to come over, so I don't need them." Tyronn vetoed it.

"NO! Contact the Martyrs Brigade on February 2th..."

"I'll just find my team members." Tyron interrupted.

"Your private actions will affect diplomacy. I will report the situation to the station master. The station master will definitely not allow them to leave the headquarters." The headquarters' attitude is also firm.

"Listen, right in front of me, besides the damn heavy machine gun, there are a dozen people with AK rifles and bazookas, as long as they fire, it's enough to blow up my car to Zimbabwe."

……

It doesn't help that Tyronn and HQ are arguing.

Long Zhan paid more attention to the outside of the car, and saw a middle-aged Libyan wearing a horn hat, leading three armed militiamen coming over.

One militiaman was carrying a bazooka, and the other two were holding AKs.

The firepower is fierce!

Holding an AK74 rifle on the left, a young man wearing a triangular turban and a pair of sunglasses came to the front of the car and raised his gun and shouted at the windshield: "Get out of the car!"

"Man, welcome to Benghazi, hope we get out of here alive."

The enemy had already arrived, and any request would be of no avail. Tyron turned off the radio directly, and could only act on the spot.

"Small scenes are nothing to be afraid of."

Long Zhan was very calm, even though the muzzle of the gun was right in front of his eyes, he didn't panic at all.

As a person walking on the line of life and death, I have experienced dozens of death threats, and I don’t know how many times I have waited for a “veteran” to be shot on the forehead.

The threat of a few mud-legged armed militiamen is simply insignificant.

"Bang~"

Seeing that the people in the car hadn't got out of the car, the young man in sunglasses standing at the front of the car lost his composure and slapped the hood angrily.

"This is our visa."

Tyronn hid his left hand between his thigh and the car door, and sent the documents out of the car window with his right hand.

"Get out of the car, speed up, and pull over to the side."

This time it was not the young man in sunglasses who spoke, but a middle-aged Libyan who walked in the middle wearing a white hat and looked like a small boss.

"You need to give me a reason?"

Long Zhan also put his left hand under the car door, looking calmly at the middle-aged man in the hat standing beside the car.

"Sorry, we can't cooperate with you, we have legal documents."

Tyron was equally calm, rejecting the unreasonable demands of the middle-aged man in the cap. The car was the only means of escape for the two of them, so they definitely couldn't just give it up.

"Get out of the car, let me get out of the car."

The young man in the sunglasses at the front of the car had a very bad temper. He came to Tyron's car window with two big strides, and pointed the gun at Tyron's head at a distance of about half a meter.

Long Zhan and Tyronn looked at each other, and the eye contact reached a consensus.

"Our people are coming, ahead."

Long Zhan suddenly raised his chin forward, and the four Libyan militiamen, including the middle-aged man in the hat, instinctively turned their heads to look forward.

next second.

The four of them didn't see anything in front of them. They realized that something was wrong, and turned their heads back at the same time, but it was too late.

Tyron raised his hand hidden by the car door, and pointed the gun in his hand at the armed militiamen by the door.

Long Zhan's movements are even more fierce and direct.

The super-long arm of the 1-meter tall man stretched out of the car and grabbed the neck of the middle-aged man in the hat one meter away, and easily dragged his head into the car window.

The G19 pistol that Tyron gave him before was firmly pressed against the chin of the middle-aged man in the horn cap.

When the other three armed militiamen saw that the boss was arrested, they all raised their weapons in fright and pointed at Tyron and Longzhan in the city.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"We don't want to cause trouble, we just want to pass here, and there is no enmity between you and me, why are you picking on us? If I were you, I would give them an order to get out of the way immediately .”

After Long Zhan finished speaking, he slammed the gun hard, letting the middle-aged man in the cap feel his determination.

If he dared to make a change, he would really shoot.

"Nice job, buddy."

Tyronn praised Long Zhan for being as fast as lightning, and then threatened: "You guys can all look up, have you seen the drones in the sky?
It's normal not to be able to see, the drone can see you, and your face has been clearly photographed.

We are Americans, if something happens to us, America will remember you, we will retaliate against you, and your family and friends will be blown to ashes.

You know I'm not kidding, have seen our American bombers bomb. "

(End of this chapter)