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Chapter 442 Selfish VS Responsibility
"The station is under attack, get the equipment quickly."

The gunshots from the direction of the consulate became louder and louder. Tyronn frowned and couldn't hold it anymore. He took the lead and ran back to the hall to quickly put on his armor and equipment.

"Has it started? I hope they listen to me, otherwise the tragedy may be inevitable."

Long Zhan thought secretly, turned around and ran back.

If DSS had prepared breathing equipment in advance, in the original plot, the people of a certain Middle Eastern religious group could not break the door, and the entire main building was set ablaze with gasoline, resulting in the tragedy of ambassador Stevens smoking too much and dying, and the same mistakes would not be repeated here.

All the intelligence personnel in the intelligence station also ran out in a panic when they heard the sound of gunfire.

The station master even held a phone and got in touch with an informant to communicate.

"I need more information..."

"Who is attacking, and how many are there..."

"20 to 40? Have you entered it now?"

The station master only wanted to work here until retirement, but the consulate was suddenly attacked by an armed group, breaking his plan and making him more panicked than anyone else here.

2 minute later.

Putting on their equipment, Tyron and Long Zhan ran out of the house to the side of the station master.

The station master is the highest person in charge of the intelligence station, and also the highest commander of the CIA in Benghazi. As an agency under the Central Bureau, GRS needs to obey the command and dispatch of the station master.

"Do you know what's going on?"

Tyronn ran over and asked quickly. It can be seen from the state of the whole person that he is very anxious now.

"It was an attack by a Middle Eastern religious organization. The number of people is between 20 and 40. The other circumstances are not clear yet. It is only confirmed that they have stormed into the consulate..."

"Bang~"

Before the station master finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the direction of the consulate. .

"what is this?"

The station master was startled by the explosion, and asked in astonishment.

"RPG-7 seems to have been modified." Long Zhan answered accurately.

Long Zhan has been a policeman and a bandit. He has used the world's top equipment and made a living on antiques from World War II.

"The rockets are all used, and the situation in the consulate looks very good. When are we going to leave?" Tyronn's expression became more and more serious.

"Wait, wait, wait, don't worry."

The station master became even more panicked when he heard the rockets, and he had no idea of ​​going to support.

The defense of the intelligence station is also very limited. Leaving aside the very unreliable February 2 Martyrs Brigade, the actual combat personnel are only six GRS.

Among the remaining more than 30 intelligence personnel, the forced Latino can make up a few, but the combat effectiveness will not be very high.

If the GRS team is sent to support the consulate, the intelligence station will become very vulnerable, and it will not be able to survive if it is attacked.

When the catastrophe is imminent, each family sweeps the snow before their own doors, and the station master just wants to live peacefully until retirement.

Tyron could see the station master's attitude, and wanted to rush over to support as soon as possible, but he couldn't lead the team without the station master's order.

We can only continue to wait patiently, hoping that after more intelligence feedback, the station master will order support.

This wait.

That's 10 minutes.

The station master still had no signs of ordering, but called the person in charge of the Martyrs Brigade on February 2th, and gave him an "ideological and political class".

The purpose is to stabilize the members of the Martyrs Brigade on February 2 and prevent them from deserting as much as possible.

The station master is selfish and just wants to keep the intelligence station, and he doesn't want to take care of his compatriots who are already in crisis. Tyronn can't hold on.

All soldiers have an arrogance in their bones, and they have the honor of being a soldier.

This is different from intelligence officers.

As a former SEAL commando, Tyronn couldn't just ignore the suffering of his compatriots, so he decided to act without the station master.

He called everyone in the GRS team together, and said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "Listen everyone, this trip will be very dangerous, and you have no obligation to go there to support.

But in the whole of Benghazi, we are the only ones who can help them. If we don't help them, they will die.

I don't force you to participate, you are free to choose, raise your hand if you want to quit. "

All the assembled GRS squads, though none of them were dressed like soldiers.

But when hearing Tyron's words, still no one raised their hands out of fear.

For example, Boone just got out of the shower and was about to go to bed. He was wearing a set of sleeping undershirt and shorts, with a tactical vest and body armor on the outside.

Tanto was wearing denim shorts, while Teague was wearing slacks with a pair of slippers underneath.

Long Zhan was the only one who qualified for the lower body. He had standard combat boots and camouflage training trousers, but his upper body was only wearing a vest.

Large chunks of muscles with exaggerated lines are exposed from the vest that seems to be bursting. It is not difficult to distinguish the heavy sweat smell all over the body. It must have been intensely pumped just now.

Are they afraid?

Of course I was also afraid.

After all, except for Long Zhan, everyone else sitting here is already a family member, and a large family is waiting for him to return home safely.

But can they not go?
No!

Aside from the glory of the soldiers in their bones, what soldiers value most is responsibility and reputation. Since they have taken other people's money, they have to work for others.

Even Long Zhan, who is "always cautious", will not insult his personality because he is afraid of death.

of course.

If it really came to a life-threatening moment, regardless of the other people in GRS, Long Zhan would definitely be the first to find a way to escape to save his life.

It's one thing to work hard, it's another to work hard.

This day is 1200 US dollars, which is less than the price of working hard.

Tyron waited for about 10 seconds, and no one in the entire team raised their hands to withdraw, and everyone had the fortitude and courage of a soldier on their faces.

"very good!"

Tyron was very pleased, and immediately ordered: "Go and prepare two cars immediately, prepare enough ammunition, quick, go go go!"

After hearing the order, everyone dispersed immediately, and each ran in one direction to prepare.

Long Zhan took a look at the M249 in his hand, felt that the firepower was not enough, turned around and ran to the armory, ready to get some more powerful guys to take with him.

In this kind of street fighting at medium and short distances, how to hit the enemy hiding behind the wall is very important.

Long Zhan and the group left separately, and Tyron's radio rang again, and a full-channel call for help from the consulate came.

"Tripoli, the intelligence station, Washington, here is the Benghazi consulate, we have been attacked, the ambassador has been forced to the shelter, we are almost overwhelmed, we need immediate support, we need help."

The person who made the call was Scott. From his trembling tone, it was not difficult to hear how bad the consulate was at this time.

Tyronn's already summoned heart became more eager, and he ran to the side of Building 1 and climbed up the stairs, looking towards the direction of the consulate from the roof.

I saw flickering flames over the consulate 1.5 miles away.

This shows that the thugs of a certain Middle Eastern religious group have completely controlled the consulate and started burning, killing and looting recklessly.

(End of this chapter)