The film starts with the Navy SEALs

Chapter 458 "Long-haired" Delta Cowboy

12:06 in the middle of the night.

Tripoli International Airport.

"Embassy, ​​this is the Rapid Response Team, we are now at the international airport, ready to board the oil executive's private jet to Benghazi."

Captain Jason led the fully armed B team from the VIP passage of the terminal building to the airport runway to board the plane, and his expression was expressionless during the radio report.

It is not very difficult to get a plane to send the rapid reaction force to Benghazi.

But the embassy's superior, the Fifth National Institute of the United States, took more than three hours in total, and everyone in Team B was in a bad mood at this time.

Jason, who is eager to save people, and he is the captain, his emotions are even closer to explosion.

Today, he finally experienced the world-leading "ultra-fast" handling efficiency of the Fifth National Academy of Sciences when encountering emergencies.

I couldn't get a plane for more than three hours, and finally got a private jet with money.

Simply breathtaking!
"The embassy received that the quick response team found that the temporary station had completely fallen. The GRS personnel found Ambassador Stevens and returned to the intelligence station safely. The follow-up situation is not very optimistic. The attackers followed all the way to the past, and it is likely to attack the intelligence station. stand."

"Fake!"

After hearing the information from the embassy, ​​Jason cursed with a livid face, and quickened his pace again.

Coming out of the VIP channel is the runway of the airport, where several armed pickups and a private jet that can take more than a dozen people are already parked.

On the left and right sides of the boarding ladder, there are two stewardesses wearing short skirts and uniforms, with a graceful figure. .

The price is not cheap at first glance!

The country has been in civil war for so many years, the domestic economic system has basically collapsed, manufacturing and agriculture no longer exist, and the people at the bottom are so poor that they can't get enough to eat.

In this extremely bad situation, government personnel still have such a luxurious private jet.

have to say.

This is too ironic!

Seeing Team B coming out of the terminal, the two soldiers who had been waiting not far away walked over casually.

The two were also fully armed, and they were also wearing civilian clothes inside, so it was impossible to tell what kind of troops they were.

In terms of clothing and weapons, it is almost the same as the B team.

The only thing that attracted attention was the hair of the two of them. Unlike everyone in Team B, who either had short hair, even if the hair was long, it didn't go beyond the neck. Instead, they had very eye-catching long hair with shawls.

Although the particularity of the US special forces does not care about the personal grooming of the soldiers.

It even supports advocating individuality and being more civilian.

But for the convenience of movement during missions, coupled with the mainstream dress of men in this era, special forces basically do not wear long hair.

Not to mention the kind of "beautiful hair" that is longer than the shawl like a woman.

The two of them have such strange appearances as soldiers, and only CAG can do this.

"Are you from CAG? Just the two of you?"

Jason had been notified by the embassy in advance that people from the Delta Force would come to join the emergency rescue team and go to Benghazi for rescue together.

"Yes, that's right."

Two long-haired CAGs nodded akimbo, as cynical as they were dressed.

"Fine, it sucks."

Jason didn't show any good looks, and walked towards the plane after finishing his expressionless sarcasm.

The two CAGs looked at each other and grinned, wondering whether Jason was dissatisfied with their style of work, or if he was dissatisfied with Delta and sent two people over.

It doesn't matter if they don't know, though, because they don't care.

When they came to Libya from the Delta, they were originally doing a rotten job, the kind that couldn't see the light, so they didn't care about a few hurtful words.

Therefore, the mentality of the two is indifferent, and they will not be angry when they are scolded, and they follow the B team casually.

A group of people walked up to the private plane, Jason pointed to the plane and said loudly: "Let's take this plane, Go! Go! Board the plane quickly."

After speaking, he took the lead and stepped onto the plane.

……

Benghazi.

CIA intelligence station.

The station master has already seized the time to urgently discuss a detailed evacuation plan with a group of directors of the intelligence station.

Before the meeting ended, he specifically warned: "Listen, you are all educated elites, and the things you are going to do are your jobs, and you can do them.

Now we are not helping others, let alone a purely work task, but are responsible for our own lives.

Everything you do from now on, every effort you make, will ultimately directly determine whether you can get out of here alive and go back to your family. "

After speaking, the station master scanned the audience, letting everyone remember the meaning of his words.

After more than ten seconds, it was said that the meeting was over and everyone was dismissed.

The heads of various departments came out of the situation room and conveyed the content of the meeting to their subordinates. More than 30 people entered into a high-paced working state together, and the whole hall soon fell into a hustle and bustle.

Some people picked up the phone and kept calling.

Contact all possible informants to obtain the latest developments of the attackers of a certain Middle Eastern religious group, and pave the way for the next evacuation.

Some people called the middle and high-level personnel in Libya who had been bribed and became partners of the CIA, trying to get them to send armed personnel to help with the retreat.

Some chose to ask their own people for help.

Make phone calls to various departments in the United States and request the dispatch of military forces for assistance.

Some people shuttled back and forth across the office building, trying to complete the process of destroying data within 30 to 40 minutes before retreating.

The station master contacted the Martyrs Brigade on February 2 again, hoping to get a escort to escort him to the airport.

The intelligence personnel at the intelligence station were too busy, and the GRS team was also not idle, and entered into a tense rhythm.

But the busy thing is just the opposite of the intelligence personnel, not to retreat but to find a way to hold here.

"Everyone come over here."

Tyronn took the floor plan of the intelligence station and spread it out on the table. After Long Zhan and the others gathered, he pointed to the places on the map.

They gave orders one by one: "I will be in charge of Building C, Gibran and Teague go to Building D, Building A is for Tanto and Boone, and Building B is in charge of the State Council staff.

Oz, tower 1, sniper observation position, transfer the news to other groups at any time, do you understand? "

"Understood!"

"Roger that!"

Long Zhan, Oz and others replied respectively.

"The enemy may attack at any time, and there is not much time left for us. Since there is no problem, then everyone should be in position, speed up, Go!"

After Tyronn gave the combat order, he picked up a box of ammunition from the side and rushed out of the room first.

While running, he also urged loudly: "Run faster, send the ammunition to the roof, the more the better, the manpower is not enough, go to the hall to ask for help."

(End of this chapter)