Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 490 Want to escape?
In the back of the SUV, Ben yells at another Scorpion: "Hold him!"

The team member stretched out two powerful hands, and suddenly held down the hands of the screaming VIP.

"Bite!" He took out a miniature tactical flashlight from the pocket of his tactical vest, and stuffed it directly into the VIP's mouth.

Then he pulled out the first aid kit, opened it, took out an analgesic needle from it, and stabbed it directly in the opponent's thigh.

The VIP's screams finally died down slowly.

Ben took out his scissors and cut along the pants near the cut.

It was full of blood and there was no wound to be found.

He took out the hemostatic cotton again, wiped off the blood on it, and finally saw the wound, and then touched the back of the thigh with the other hand according to the direction of the wound, and touched it there.

"SHIT!"

Ben scolded my mother.

"It penetrated, broke the bone, and the bleeding was too much..."

Immediately, he removed the usual tourniquet from his right shoulder, threaded it over the man's thigh, and turned the metal rod to compress it tightly.

The tourniquet worked, and the bleeding finally eased.

He skillfully took out a stubby tubular object from the first aid kit, took off the cover and glanced at VIP.

"SIR, it may hurt a little, hold back!"

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and inserted the tube directly from the wound, and then pressed all the gel in the needle tube into it.

The new wound care gel has a silicone-like formula and is a clear, viscous gel that penetrates, seals and promotes blood clotting.It is stable in nature, does not cause adverse reactions in the human body and is easy to remove.

When in use, squeeze it into the wound like squeezing toothpaste. When it encounters blood, it will spread rapidly to promote blood coagulation. Compared with the previous hemostasis methods such as filling the wound with gauze, it can avoid delays in evacuation due to wound treatment.

As expected of a veteran of the battlefield, it took less than 2 minutes for the familiar operation, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

The VIP stopped shouting, too.

In fact, what annoyed Ben even more was his barking.

It must be known that at this time, personal confidence and emotions are more important. The shrill cry has a fatal blow to morale, and even seeing veterans will be affected.

With all this going on last night, Ben checked the guns, then asked the driver in the front seat: "Is the defense system on in the car?"

The driver nodded: "Open!"

Ben turned to another companion next to him and yelled at him, "Has the attack signal been sent?"

The teammate nodded: "It's sent!"

"Support...support..."

Ben knew that even if Langley planned to support him now, the drone would be too late, and it would take at least an hour before the plane was dispatched from the nearest neighboring country's base.

Moreover, Langley still faces a difficult problem, that is, what kind of WJ conflicts will be caused by rashly sending fighter planes into the airspace of the other party without the consent of the country where it is located.

The only hope now is to let them negotiate with the military through the air force stationed in the country, portray themselves as victims in the name of anti-terrorism, and let them send planes to support them.

This is also problematic.

Since it is anti-terrorism, why was there no communication and consultation before?
And this is the territory of BLZ, how could people from Langley and GRS appear here?

But Ben didn't care about that much anymore.

No matter when support arrived, he still had to ask.

As for how to wipe the shit on his butt in the future, that's not his consideration, it's his superiors' consideration. He can't wipe his butt even if he can't do his best.

Now, life-saving is the most important thing.

Through the car radio, he immediately reported the situation to his superiors.

Then I contacted another "Scorpion" team at the evacuation point dozens of kilometers away, telling them not to wait at the evacuation point now, but to drive towards me directly, because rescue is urgently needed here.

In fact, this is also risky.

The mountainous areas where BLZ is entrenched are all sensitive areas, and the military of the host country has been watching them all the time. Although the military also has its own people, there are also people who are not their own.

Once Langley's GRS tactical unit was found to be entering, it would certainly demand an explanation.

That's why this time they only had eight people escorting a VIP to come here to meet with BLZ and the intelligence personnel of country D. This is the reason.

No matter how awesome your own country is, there are some things that you can't do arbitrarily, otherwise you will also lose greater benefits.

Watching Ben rushing to call for support, his teammates in the back seat were very frustrated.

"Ben, I don't think they're coming. The only hope is Team 1 at the reception point."

Ben had to admit that what his partner said was true. Under the current situation, the first team to come to support him was probably the "Scorpion" team from GRS. At the critical moment, his partner was trustworthy.

It's just that it also takes at least four or ten minutes for them to rush here from dozens of kilometers away.

Can you and your partner survive these four 10 minutes?
The armed force that attacked him was obviously not an ordinary person. They were able to escape such meticulous aerial reconnaissance by him, and they hadn't even detected a single signal wave before, which shows their high tactical quality.

It must be a professional opponent!

"Ben, who the hell is attacking us? The military special operations team here?"

Teammates questioned.

Ben shook his head: "Our mole in their intelligence system did not send any intelligence to indicate that there was such an operation, which shows a high degree of secrecy, not to mention that most of their special forces are under our surveillance. Before our operation, Langley did not There seems to be only one reason why no corresponding warning was provided.”

"What's the reason?" The teammate asked Ben with sweat all over his face.

"This is not our own counter-terrorism force," Ben said.

The teammates didn't understand at once: "What? You said..."

He didn't get the answer he wanted because the SUV's cab beeped suddenly.

Beep beep——

"We're locked down!"

The driver screamed in horror.

"FK!"

The "Scorpion" players in the back seat were a little desperate.

This off-road vehicle is a product of military technology, and it is also a special vehicle designed by Langley to be used by the field department. It has an infrared warning device, which can send out an alarm when it is locked, reminding to avoid it.

If it is on a plain, the off-road vehicle can rely on its high maneuverability and high-speed performance to make some large-scale movements to evade, but this is a mountain road, and it is difficult for a car to pass, let alone large-scale turning maneuvers.

Anti-tank missiles?
The other party was actually so frenzied, and at the same time, Ben felt the chill even more.

The equipment used by these people is by no means available to ordinary people, and being able to climb such a high mountain with so much equipment and avoid BLZ patrols and sentries is by no means an ordinary anti-terrorist force.

The driver was sweating profusely, but he still had the last line of defense.

He stretched out a hand and quickly turned on a switch on the instrument panel.

At this time, a flash of fire flashed across the air, and a small missile-shaped object began to dive from the air, stabbing straight at the off-road vehicle.

"Watch out for impact!"

The driver sounded a warning.

Ben had already pulled out the seat belt of the rear seat, wrapped the VIP tightly, and himself and another "Scorpion" team member also hung up the seat belt.

There is a defense system in the off-road vehicle, if you can stop it, you will be lucky; if you can't stop it...

Then go to God!
　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)