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Chapter 446 Waiting to be Slaughtered

What Long Zhan said was reasonable, coupled with Tyron's psychological offensive, the station master's eyes began to wander, and his stubborn thoughts were shaken.

"Information station, we need help. If you don't come, we will all die here."

At this critical moment, Scott from the consulate sent a distress call.

It is equivalent to an assist.

Tyronn, who had been threatened by the stationmaster with breach of contract and did not dare to act without authorization, saw the wavering of the stationmaster, and completely let go because of Scott's call for help.

Turning around and walking towards the car, he shouted at everyone: "Go to the fuck, get in the car, let's go."

"Amao, get in the car."

The GRS team couldn't wait a long time ago. Hearing Tyron's order, they got into the car in unison. Before getting into the car, Long Zhan even pulled the Libyan translator who was in a daze.

"Amao, don't leave here."

The station master didn't stop the GRS team from leaving, obviously he had already made a compromise, and out of shame, he stopped Ah Mao from leaving.

"Amao, get in the car, hurry up, we should go."

Tyron, who had already sat in the car, shouted through the window.

Ah Mao, who was hesitant because the station master stopped him, had basically lost his autonomy because he didn't want to offend both parties. He opened the car door reflexively and sat in it. .

"Amao, you bastard, I'm going to fire you."

"A bunch of damn bastards, you are not allowed to go, stop for me."

The station master stood there and yelled dryly, but he didn't walk over to block the car as before, watching the convoy start and drive out of the gate.

At this time, the time has come to 10:3 in the evening, and it has been nearly half an hour since the attack.

"The station manager seems to be furious. When we receive the ambassador back, he will definitely terminate the contract. I'm going to find a job selling insurance."

Long Zhan's mentality is still so stable, and he is still in the mood to joke before the danger.

Adding up the number of battles in the two lifetimes, the experience of hundreds of battles is not enough to describe it. At least it is the beginning of a thousand battles. Going to the battlefield is as familiar as drinking water. It is difficult for Long Zhan's mentality to be unstable.

"Money can't make me do things against my conscience, those bastards are waiting to be slaughtered by us."

Tyronn was much more tense in comparison. He looked ahead and drove with an extremely dignified expression, still revealing a cold killing intent.

"Tripoli, we are in critical condition, please find a way to help us."

"GRS, are you leaving?"

"Damn it, the fire's gone in and we need to move."

With the constant calls for help from the car radio, Tyronn became more and more anxious, and controlled the car to run at the fastest speed.

10 points.

1.5 miles is not very far, and the convoy approached the temporary consulate within a few minutes.

However, at the intersection more than 200 meters away from the consulate, a group of armed Libyan militiamen set up a checkpoint here to block the road.

The Libyan militias in Benghazi are numerous and chaotic without any markings.

At first glance, the militia armed at this intersection can't tell what kind of organization it is.

Because there was an armed pickup truck parked on the side of the road, and a w85 anti-aircraft machine gun with full deterrent force was erected on the rear compartment, Tyron had no way to break through the barrier by force, so he could only stop at a safe distance of about 10 meters.

"On February 2th the Martyrs Brigade knew we were coming."

Tigger, who was sitting in the back seat of the off-road vehicle, poked his head between the two front seats, frowned and looked at the militiamen in front of him through the windshield.

Long Zhan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said abruptly: "Are you sure they are the Martyrs Brigade on February 2? They are not the accomplices of the attackers?"

The position of this group of militiamen is indeed very wobbly, and it is impossible to distinguish friend from foe at all.

It is possible that they came to support, but because they felt that it was not worth risking their own lives to save the Americans, they stopped here to watch the Martyrs Brigade on February 2.

It is also possible that the attacking Islamic religious group specifically set up road blocks here to provide cover for the attackers.

Because of the possibility of being an enemy, Tyron didn't get out of the car rashly, but sat in the car and watched, collecting a little information for reference.

In this way, even if the enemy is really encountered, the bulletproof off-road vehicle can help them evacuate from the intersection.

"Tyron, what's going on with you?" the station master asked over the radio.

The vehicles used by the CIA are all equipped with GPS positioning. Through the monitoring equipment in the intelligence station, the station master can see that the convoy has not yet arrived at the consulate, and suddenly stopped on the road.

"We were about 200 meters away from the front door, and someone set up a roadblock to block the road."

Tyronn looked at the militiamen next to the roadblock, yelled and waved in the direction of the convoy, and at the same time picked up the mobile station to reply to the station master.

Long Zhan could understand Arabic, and he heard that these soldiers were saying that there was danger ahead, so he told them to leave quickly.

Hearing these shouts, Long Zhan basically had a bottom line.

"They are telling us to leave the danger zone. There is a high probability that they are members of the Martyrs' Brigade on February 2. They dare not go there because they are afraid of death, so they only dare to stop here and wait and see." Long Zhan said to Tyronn.

It happened that the station master also asked on the radio at this time: "Are they allies? The Martyrs Brigade of February 2? Or blockers of the Islamic Sharia?"

"It's impossible to judge accurately, it is being evaluated, and no one here is wearing a uniform."

Tyroen replied conservatively to the station master, but with Long Zhan's reminder, he also gained some confidence in his heart, opened the car door and walked down.

"Come down, Amao, it's your turn to play." Tyronn said as he opened the rear door.

"I didn't come here to be killed. Are you sure you want me to pass? I repeat, I'm not a combat interpreter."

Amao was really scared, hesitantly and reluctantly got off the car, his hands were trembling.

"I'll accompany you there."

Long Zhan saw that he was so vigilant about bad things, so he simply opened the car door and got out.

With Long Zhan, who looks like a humanoid Taishan, beside him, and Amao, who is only about 1 meters thin and thin as a stick, he finally got a shot in the arm.

"Go ahead boldly, with me here, I will guarantee that nothing will happen to you."

Long Zhan held a light machine gun in his right hand, pressed his left hand on A Mao's shoulder, half pushed and half pushed A Mao, and walked towards the roadblock ahead.

With Long Zhan's "sturdy" appearance and strength, he does have the confidence to say such "big words".

The militiamen at the roadblock saw that the people getting out of the car had weapons in their hands, so they didn't take any precautionary actions, and they became more certain of Long Zhan's guess.

In Benghazi, there is only the Martyrs Brigade on February 2, and they will not respond to seeing Americans with guns.

The two came to the side of the road station smoothly, and the leader of the militia with a slicked back came out of the militia group and took the initiative to negotiate with Long Zhan and Amao.

(End of this chapter)