The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 441 The Consulate Falls "Instantly"
The convoy entered the temporary consulate one after another. With the walls and security guards, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Ambassador, is tomorrow's itinerary clear?"

Long Zhan escorted Stevens into the main building, and Tyronn followed behind.

"Whoo~"

Stevens let out a long breath, unbuttoned his collar and loosened his tie, and said, "I've been told to be careful. Tomorrow is 911/[-]. I'll be here all day, so I don't need a driver."

No driver means no bodyguards, and the GRS team can rest at home.

After Stevens finished speaking, he walked into his bedroom.

"Americans are not welcome here. The firepower of those militiamen has no upper limit. They will cooperate with each other to catch people by surprise. The ambassador's actions should be as low-key as possible. The three of you should do better."

Recalling what happened in the city government just now, Tyron still had lingering fears and had to remind the DSS team of the personal protection ambassador.

"It was indeed a private meeting, but the Benghazi City Council notified the media privately. In this place, Libyans will not listen to our arrangements."

Scott is the person in charge of the DSS team. He stood up and explained, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Hello, guys, how are you."

At this time, someone came out of the kitchen and greeted Long Zhan and others.

"Shawn Smith, a communications engineer who just came from Tripoli, these two are Tyrone and Gibran for the CIA workstation."

Scott introduced the names and identities of the two parties, and then joked with a smile: "Shan Enlai set up the security communication equipment for the ambassador, and it turned out to be an ultra-fast satellite network."

"We also want a super fast network." Tyronn said enviously.

In Libya, a country with seriously backward communication infrastructure and no network coverage in most places, it is indeed a very good thing to have a high-speed network brought by satellite communication.

"I have security clearance. Maybe, after I finish my work here, I can rush over in a few days." Sean agreed enthusiastically.

"You don't seem to have much to do. I think if you have time, you can prepare a few sets of respirators in the safe room. If you can't find them, you can use gas masks instead."

Long Zhan's proposal was not loud, but it immediately aroused the reaction of everyone in the audience.

"There is no problem at all in the safe haven. Even explosives cannot be easily blown up. This is not an underground fortification, and the breathing system is not available."

Scott did not pay much attention to Long Zhan's proposal, and was very confident in the safe house he built.

"Have you ever considered the possibility that the enemy can't enter the safe house, so they simply set fire to it and burn it down. What will happen when you hide in the safe house?"

"This……"

As soon as Long Zhan's conjecture was uttered, Scott immediately became speechless.

Tyron and the other two DSSs on the side also realized that this was the biggest loophole in the safe house, and their expressions became serious.

"The protection ambassador is the job of your DSS. We are just drivers who come here occasionally. You decide what to do. I wish you a happy weekend."

After finishing speaking, Long Zhan didn't stay any longer, turned around and strode out.

Looking at Long Zhan who left, Scott fell into deep thought.

Long Zhan knew what would happen next, and in order to save the ambassador's life, he didn't need to do much, as long as he didn't get smoked to death.

Now that he has made the move in advance, the people from the State Council only need to follow through.

……

9 month 11 number.

This day is a very heavy day for the United States.

In the consulate protected by the Martyrs Brigade on February 2, the ambassador kept his promise to stay at home and did not go out.

At the CIA intelligence station where Long Zhan was located, the station master did not arrange any outing missions, and everyone stayed in the base.

1pm.

The intelligence station and the consulate are calm and calm, just like every day in the past.

The GRS squad is also resting.

Tyronn is playing video with his family, Long Zhan and Boon are sharing their fitness tips, Tanto is playing a single-player shooting game...

Everyone is enjoying the weekend leisurely, and the atmosphere is very relaxed and pleasant.

Except for Long Zhan who raised his head from time to time and looked in the direction of the temporary consulate, no one else noticed that a major event that would shake the world was about to happen.

In a blink of an eye, it was more than 8 o'clock in the evening.

As night fell, the darkness began to stir.

More than 30 Libyans with guns yelled various slogans along the way, and rushed to the gate of the temporary consulate.

The police car that was originally parked next to the gate started the engine and slipped away without saying a word.

The departure of the police was like a spreading plague, and the members of the February 2 Martyrs Brigade who were guarding the door suddenly became terrified.

"Da da da da..."

Suddenly, gunshots rang out.

From the Libyans who rushed over.

As the first person fired at the consulate, the remaining 1 people also turned into mobs and opened fire in the direction of the consulate.

All of a sudden, gunshots rang out, and various bullets whizzed towards the gate of the consulate.

The security guards, who were already frightened by the bow, were scared out of their wits at once. No one stayed behind to shoot and resist, and they all scattered like birds and beasts.

The consulate doors were left open for the oncoming Libyan mob.

As the saying goes: How much money you take, how much work you do.

With a salary of more than 20 dollars a day, and you have to bring your own weapons and ammunition, it is obviously unrealistic to expect someone to kill you to protect your safety.

The security guards of the Martyrs Brigade ran away on February 2, which was completely predictable.

The DSS trio, who were drinking and chatting by the pool, heard gunshots from the front door. They reacted fairly well, and immediately ran back to put on body armor and take the gun.

But when they put on their equipment and took their guns, it didn't help when they came out again.

The gate of the consulate has no defensive force, and the Libyan thugs who launched the attack can drive straight in. At this time, they have already rushed into the gate.

While cleaning up the security guards fleeing everywhere, they approached the building in the consulate.

Seeing that it was impossible to keep the mob out and the opportunity to retreat was lost, Scott immediately asked the ambassador to take refuge in a safe house.

The information officer Chris, who also has no combat effectiveness, fled to the safe house in a panic with the ambassador.

Stevens, who entered the safe house, immediately started calling for help without even thinking about it. First, he called the nearest intelligence station.

The distance between the two was only 1.5 miles, and the gunshots were heard clearly enough to reach the intelligence station.

Before Stevens called for help, Tyronn and Long Zhan, the captains of the GRS team, had already gone outside and looked into the distance.

The remaining four people also came out one after another when they heard the distress signal.

(End of this chapter)