The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 445 Made in China! (seeking a monthly ticket)
The GRS team was stuck by the station master and couldn't move out. Although the B team in Tripoli had already set off, it would take some time for them to be far away.

Ambassador Stevens, who was trapped in the consulate, was finally in mortal danger.

The thugs who kicked the door to leave before no avail walked around the main building and then came back.

Americans were not found in other places. They put their hope in this tightened gate and tried to force it open.

After sweeping it with an assault rifle, the iron door with bulletproof glass did not budge.

Another grenade was thrown, but it still didn't explode.

The explosives they brought had been used up when they blasted the gate. Seeing that the last iron gate could not be opened, the thugs of the corporation were furious.

He simply didn't do anything and ran out to get gasoline and diesel.

"Damn it, don't."

Eric in the monitoring room saw this scene and realized that something was wrong.

The intercom quickly informed: "Scott, they brought gasoline in, and they want to set fire to force you out, you should find a way."

When the three people in the refuge room heard the news, their already nervous hearts exploded.

Breathing begins early and becomes difficult. .

"Go to the innermost toilet, hurry, hurry, crawl over on the ground, don't be seen by them."

Scott urged Stevens and Chris to crawl towards the bathroom inside on hands and feet before he crawled towards the cabinet on the left side of the door.

When I came to the cabinet door and opened it, there were 4 pairs of fire masks inside.

"Made in China" is written impressively on it.

Obviously, Scott, who didn't take Long Zhan's doubts to heart at all, chose to believe in Long Zhan in the end.

Although conditions were limited and we couldn't get respirators, we got a few pairs of fire masks.

The typical mouth is not, but the heart is very honest.

"Damn it, Gibran really guessed it right."

Putting on all four fire masks, Scott didn't want to admit it and could only thank Long Zhan in his heart. He lay on the ground again and used his limbs to go to the toilet.

After entering and closing the door, Scott threw a fire mask for Stevenson and Chris.

"Put it on, hurry up."

Scott put on the fire mask first, which is equivalent to a teaching demonstration.

Then he took off the towel hanging on the wall, turned on the faucet to wet it with water, and stuffed it into the crack of the door below to block the smoke.

Just as Scott and the three took precautions, the corporate thugs outside the house then ignited the fuel.

"boom--"

Gasoline mixed with diesel burned rapidly, sweeping across the entire hall in an instant.

Gasoline and diesel are liquid and will flow. At this time, some of them have flowed into the refuge room along the gap between the ground and the door.

The ignited flame followed the gasoline flow path, easily passed through the door and burned into the refuge room.

A series of furniture such as sofas, beds, cabinets, etc., were quickly deformed and caught fire under the grilling of the flames, accompanied by a lot of thick smoke.

The interior space of the refuge room is not large, and the thick smoke will soon fill it up.

Although the bottom of the bathroom door was blocked, the left, right and upper three sides of the door frame were not. The pervasive thick smoke began to slowly invade through the gaps.

"Fack, Fack, Fack..."

Seeing the black smoke entering, Scott was so angry and anxious that he couldn't help but curse.

Stevens and Chris are just politicians, and have never been baptized in war. Where have they seen such a scene, they are so nervous that they are breathing like cows.

Coupled with the closed fire mask on his face, the voice became more and more heavy.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was unprecedentedly oppressive.

The inside of the main building was already wrapped in raging flames, and the fire raged wildly like a ruthless beast, devouring all the luxurious decorations.

Other areas of the consulate outside are not much better at this time.

The corps that completely controlled the consulate were no different from the ghosts entering the village in the anti-Japanese drama, looting what they saw, and burning what they saw.

Even the landscape trees on the side of the road were doused with gasoline and set on fire.

The huge luxury manor converted into a consulate was as bright as day at night, with raging fires everywhere, gunshots and explosions everywhere.

Just 1.5 miles away at the intelligence station, Talon had a panoramic view of all this from the roof.

Looking at the consulate in flames, some of his worries began to unravel.

at this time.

The call from Scott once again resounded through all the channels of the intelligence station.

"GRS, where are you? We need your help, please help us, we are trapped, they set the consulate on fire, we can't last long, please come and save us."

Scott's frightened pleading call completely shattered Tyronn's worries.

"Station Master, 20 minutes have passed. Do you know how long 20 minutes is? The rescue mission is about to turn into a corpse collection mission. How long are you going to wait? Let's go, there is still a last ray of hope."

Tyronn really couldn't hold back now, and his tone had become an unprecedented questioning.

"You are not material for direct action. You are just bodyguards hired by the CIA. Our nanny is not a quick reaction force, let alone a front-line special force."

The station master was also anxious to get angry at this time, but he still didn't want to play GRS, the last hole card.

Repeated requests to dispatch the Martyrs' Brigade on February 2th did not receive any response at all, which made the station master even more uncertain about the February 17th Martyrs' Brigade.

At the same time, under the influence of this factor, I don't want to let the only reliable GRS leave my side.

At this moment when the riots broke out and everyone was in danger, everyone wanted to have enough protection around him, and the station master just wanted to save his life out of the psychology of ordinary people.

The stationmaster fears the thugs who are like tigers, and in the eyes of GRS, they are farmers with guns.

There is some threat, but nothing to worry about.

Individuals have different abilities and different perspectives.

The station master thinks that it is very dangerous for GRS to go to the rescue, and there is a high probability that there will be no return.

And GRS are veterans who have experienced many battles. They have seen all kinds of big scenes. They think that the difficulty is not high, and they are confident in rescuing people.

It's not just the captain Tyronn who thinks so, but also the following, including Long Zhan.

"Station Master, I suggest you think about it carefully. After these people take down the consulate, who will be the next target? Do you think it will be useful just to hide?"

Tai Luo felt the mind of the station master, and prescribed the right medicine to the station master's painful feet.

Long Zhan felt that the timing was almost the same, the corps should have finished setting fire for the intermission, and now is the best time to enter the scene for rescue.

He also stood up and said: "Our strength is limited, and we cannot guarantee that we will be able to survive the next attack safely.

So we should gather all our forces and collect all usable people and weapons.

The DSS team in the consulate is very capable. If we can rescue the ambassador and add DSS, we can greatly enhance our defensive capabilities. "

(End of this chapter)