The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 431 Benghazi Secret Intelligence Station

The four Libyan armed militias present here are not professional soldiers, let alone orphans. They have families, parents, wives and children just like ordinary people.

What a terrifying war power the U.S. government has, and what horrible "offensives" it has made.

People in war-torn countries know better than anyone else.

Hearing the threat uttered by Tyron, and the fact that his life was already in the hands of Long Zhan, the middle-aged man in the cap turned ugly.

But because of the problem of face, I can't embarrass myself in front of my younger brother, so I forcefully said: "I have the right to choose for myself, I can pay for my country..."

"really?"

Long Zhan interrupted him, mockingly said: "Even if you can sacrifice your life for your country, would your wife, children and parents be willing?

If your whole family, old and young, were all dead, do you think your death would still be meaningful?

No, it won't, when you die, someone will soon take your place, occupy your house and money, and no one will remember you. "

Long Zhan's words were very direct and explicit, completely tearing off the disguise of the middle-aged man in the hat.

In order to save his own life, in order to allow his family and friends to live a few more days, the middle-aged man in the hat finally chose to throw away his face.

"Next time you won't have such luck."

Weakly threatening Long Zhan, the middle-aged man in the hat waved forward.

The armed militia that had originally blocked the exit of the alley obediently gave way, and the cars blocked in front began to flee one by one.

Soon, there was no longer any vehicle blocking the road in front of the jeep that Long Zhan was riding in.

"You made a smart decision."

Long Zhan patted the face of the middle-aged man in the hat, ignoring the middle-aged man in the hat who was almost spitting fire, and easily threw him out with one hand, hitting the wall of the alley hard.

Tyronn shifted gears and released the handbrake and kicked the accelerator, and the jeep rushed out of the alley with black smoke.

Only the angry armed militiamen were left, helplessly watching the jeep leave.

The threat of attacking drones that Tyron said would blow up their loved ones was too great a deterrent for these militias.

No one wants to risk the lives of their entire family for two people who have no grudges or enmities.

The jeep rushed out of the alley and drove towards the center of the city under the driving of Tyron. Long Zhan asked curiously: "Do we really have attack drones?"

"There is no support at all, this is the poorest intelligence station I have ever stayed at." Tyron complained.

"Ok."

Long Zhan curled his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

It has been several years since the Libyan civil war broke out and the government agencies of various countries in Libya have basically been withdrawn.

Including the facilities and institutions left by the United States in Libya, they are basically temporary.

Temporary means that the preparations will not be very sufficient, there will not be a large amount of material and capital investment, and there will be no formal comparison in many aspects.

The CIA's intelligence station in Libya, even if it has drones, the number will be very limited.

In the case of a limited number of drones, more consideration will be given to the selection of surveillance targets, and they will not take pictures of a few armed militias on the side of the road.

That is to say, this group of militiamen don't know anything about cheating, and anyone with a little professionalism will find that they are full of loopholes.

……

After a few minutes.

The jeep drove through the city center and into the CIA's Benghazi workstation next to a ranch on the outskirts of the city.

This is a "private place" covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters, with a swimming pool and four independent one-story flat-roofed buildings inside, all surrounded by high-wall grids, and people are on high alert 4 hours a day.

Outside the high wall, the security guards wearing casual clothes or even slippers and wandering around with guns are armed militiamen from the Martyrs Brigade on February 2.

The combat effectiveness of these people is so low that they don't even have the qualifications to enter the gate.

"Man, look at these new products, the Gaddafi armored car sale, and all kinds of luxury cars over there, all kinds of models, we made a lot of money because it was stolen, hahaha."

Tyronn enthusiastically made an introduction to Long Zhan. After the jeep stopped and got out of the car, he threw the key to the CIA agent next to him and said, "I drove the car at the airport, remember to check it carefully."

"Is this the one who gets close to vermilion and gets red, and the one who gets close to ink is black?"

Zhan Long was surprised to see how meticulous a former SEAL's counterintelligence work could be after a stint at GRS.

"Come on, come here, I'll take you to see the boss."

Tyron waved to Long Zhan and strode towards a house on the right.

Long Zhan followed the past and pushed open the door into the hall, and found that there were more than 10 CIA intelligence personnel inside, busy dealing with various matters.

Some people are on the phone, some are listening, and some are fiddling with on the computer.

Intelligence is a very complicated job, involving more fields and levels than special forces, and it is also a job that requires more meticulousness and patience.

Long Zhan already has two CIA "***", one is a senior agent and the other is a senior intelligence officer, they can be said to be quite familiar with the work of the CIA.

I didn't stop too much along the way, and walked through the hall to the innermost office.

Tyronn pushed the door open and walked in, and shouted to the bald middle-aged man sitting behind the desk: "Boss, do you have time now?"

"This guy is the station master of this intelligence station."

Long Zhan walked in and looked at him secretly, but was not in a hurry to say hello.

"I don't want to hear you complain."

The bald station master said impatiently, obviously already aware of the "quarrel" between Tyron and the headquarters commander on the way back just now.

"You built this secret spy base with steel walls and surveillance cameras, but all kinds of blue-eyed Westerners come and go here all day. If you want to avoid international incidents, let me command my team."

Regardless of whether the station master is willing or not, Tyronn just talks directly to the desk.

"Local conflicts are resolved by local people. This is the first rule given to us by the State Department. We are foreigners, foreigners who are not welcomed by the local people. We are spies. You are bodyguards. Your job is to protect us, not to go stir up trouble."

The bald stationmaster's voice is not low, and he has a completely different view from Tyroen.

"Yes, we are bodyguards, and I am the captain of the bodyguards, so please do me a favor, give me all my people, and let me take full command." Tyronn asked.

"You are very good at fattening yourself up, but you don't know how to obey orders."

The bald head stationmaster finished speaking very unhappy, opened the drawer and took out a stack of documents, shook his hand at Long Zhan and said: "The new big guy, come here and sign this document, and you will work here from now on."

(End of this chapter)