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Chapter 437 DSS, Diplomatic Security Service (seeking monthly ticket)

9 month 9 number.

10 o'clock in the morning.

There was no mission to go out for more than a week, and they couldn't go out for safety reasons. The six-member GRS team who had been staying at the base and was almost moldy were all called into the conference room.

It was a video conference call, and on the other side of the TV screen was the person in charge of GRS - Grand Duherty.

All the participants were present, Grand Duherty entered the meeting agenda and said: "Ambassador Stevens arrived in Benghazi from Tripoli yesterday morning, and he has already checked into the temporary station of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"Why not let him come to us? The intelligence station is safer in every way." Tyron asked.

"This ambassador is not a casual politician. He is serious and truly believes in the power of diplomacy. He wants to win the hearts and minds of the Libyans. He cannot do this in a secret station that does not exist." Granduherti explained.

Intelligence work has always been hidden, and the CIA's intelligence station here has never been made public.

The nearby Libyans only know that this place has been rented by an American, and some Americans already live here.

The real identity of the Americans living here is unknown to the Libyans.

"Ambassador Stevens and the people of the State Department are forced to live in the temporary consulate. What does it have to do with us?" Tanto complained sharply.

Tanto's complaint was also a question for everyone, Long Zhan and others looked at the TV screen curiously.

Granduherty continued to explain: "In order to win the hearts and minds of the Libyan people, the ambassador showed a peaceful and friendly attitude, and did not bring a large group of people, only a security team composed of three members of the DSS accompanied him.

Unlike you, the security personnel of the State Department are very familiar with the environment here. The ambassador originally insisted on hiring a local driver, but it took a lot of effort to persuade him to give up. "

"what do you mean……"

Long Zhan frowned and guessed, "Should we be the driver's nanny?"

"Yes."

Grandu Heti nodded, winked and teased: "A professionally trained driver with comprehensive capabilities and a high salary."

"The station master won't agree. He doesn't let us do things at all. He just wants to keep us in the intelligence station and guard his one-acre three-point land." Oz complained.

"It's okay if he doesn't agree. Someone at a higher level will ask him to do so. The ambassador should enjoy the highest treatment. Our GRS is the highest level here."

Grand Duherty said it was confident, and it was true.

The GRS, which is composed of special forces and outstanding veterans, is capable of properly belonging to the ceiling level in this country where the regime has been overthrown by the militia.

"All right, when do we start?" Teague asked.

"You can go there now, first understand the situation of the station, and meet with the ambassador to facilitate the follow-up work." Granduherty said.

"OK, let's do that."

Tyron stood up and clapped his hands, and arranged: "Gibran and Ozzy come with me, we go to the temporary consulate, and the others stay at the intelligence station."

As Tyron's task was issued, the teleconference ended, and everyone got up to leave the meeting.

The station of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is not far from the intelligence station, and the straight-line distance is only 1.5 miles.

Long Zhan, Tyron and Ozzy set off in a Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle, drove along the empty city streets, and arrived at the temporary consulate in less than 10 minutes.

Except for the Libyan militiamen they met on the road, they all spit at their cars with their middle fingers up, showing strong hostility.

There were no accidents in other aspects, and no one followed up to make trouble.

However, the gate of the temporary consulate was full of noise. More than a dozen Somali militiamen were arguing around an American with a gun.

While a security officer uses a detector to check the vehicle for explosives.

Long Zhan rolled down the car window a little, and roughly heard the reason for the quarrel.

The ambassador only brought three DSSs this time, and could not guarantee the safety of the temporary consulate at all, so he hired a group of militiamen from the Martyrs Brigade on February 2, which had reached a cooperation agreement with the US government, to do security work.

Now it is the militiamen who feel that the wages are too low. If they do not give them a raise, they will go on strike.

Tyronn handed the pass through the car window to the security personnel who came to check the pass, tilted his head and said: "These people are from the Martyrs Brigade on February 2th, and they can still quarrel with the boss at work, isn't it very interesting. "

"If you can only get 28 yuan a day to protect Americans, and you have to bring bullets and weapons, if it were me, I would definitely be very upset, and I would have given up on it long ago."

Long Zhan expressed the information he heard from the noise in an entertaining way.

His current salary of 1200 yuan a day still feels a bit low.

A salary of 28 yuan a day...

Long Zhan would rather sleep at home!

"Bang~bang~"

The security personnel who checked the vehicle with instruments, patted the hood twice with their hands, and then made a gesture with their hands, indicating that they can drive in.

"These guys are unreliable at first glance. Hiring them for security is a waste of money."

Oz, who was in charge of driving, was very disdainful and looked down on the group of Libyan militiamen. He started the vehicle and passed through the slowly opened gate.

There were many people in the temporary embassy, ​​and there were even cleaning aunts and uncles.

"welcome!"

The off-road vehicle that Long Zhan was riding in was parked at the entrance of the main building, and an American who appeared to be of Indian descent walked down the stairs with a fat black man.

The biggest feature of the two is that the other beards are all shaved, leaving only the two pieces of the upper lip.

It looks kind of funny.

To be able to stay here like a master, and to take the initiative to receive Long Zhan and his party, the true identities of the two are ready to be revealed.

Accepted the transfer of the State Department, from the DSS - the United States Diplomatic Security Service agents.

"Are you guys growing beards in the competition?" Tyronn, who was walking in front, teased.

"We're betting $100 on who will grow the longest in a month."

The Indian-like agent stroked his beard, stretched out his right hand and introduced, "I'm Scott Vickerland, an agent of the Diplomatic Security Service."

The fat man also extended his hand and introduced himself: "Dave Urban, nice to meet you."

"Tyron Woods."

Tyronn shook hands with the two as a representative, and introduced Dragon War and Ozzy one by one without trouble.

"The ambassador has something to do. I'm not here for the time being. I'll show you around first."

Scott warmly invited Long Zhan and his party, leading them all the way into the hall, opened his hands and said, "Look, isn't it beautiful."

The layout of the hall is indeed very luxurious, as if walking into a British classical mansion.

All kinds of famous paintings can be seen everywhere on the walls, the crystal lamps on the ceiling seem to be free of money, and even the carpets on the floor are expensive.

(End of this chapter)