My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 200 Only you can lead them to victory!
Rebel Camp, 4 hours ago——

Abdullah, who had just received the report from his subordinates, hurried to the lounge, fearing that he would offend these American uncles.

However, just as he stepped into the door with his front foot, the captain of the special team grabbed his back foot and pressed him against the wall.

"Hey! Sanderson, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? I still want to ask what you mean!"

Sanderson took the map handed over by his companion, slapped Abdullah's head with a palm, pointed to the route this guy was guiding them, and gritted his teeth:

"Why is there an enemy ambush on the road you pointed to us!"

As soon as these words came out, Abdullah, who was still struggling, was stunned, and then he turned his head to look at the map with all his strength.

"How is this possible? That's Saleh's garrison area. I've already greeted them. How could you be attacked?"

Abdulla tried to break free from Sanderson's shackles, but the other party's big hands clamped around his neck showed no intention of letting go.

"Is there some misunderstanding here? Maybe he didn't inform you of your affairs in place?"

"Misunderstanding? I think you are playing tricks!"

Sanderson didn't believe the man's nonsense at all, he clenched his fists and wanted to make a move, but the captain behind him stopped him at this moment.

"Let him go, I believe Abdullah has nothing to do with this."

Sanderson looked back at his captain, but had no choice but to let go of the hand holding the opponent's neck.

After all, this is their territory. Although they are supporters of this group of rebels, if they bully their family members, what is the difference from hooligans?
Seeing that the other party finally let go of his hand, Abdullah finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Abdullah, you know the current situation better than anyone outside. Once we fail to find nuclear weapons, you will all have to play at that time. We don't want to see such a day, and I hope you don't want to either."

The captain's cold voice resounded in Abdullah's heart, and the meaning of the other party was obvious. They were very disappointed in Abdullah.

Sanderson slapped the map on Abdullah's chest and gave him a hard look.

It means that you can figure it out, they will announce the failure of the mission and evacuate at worst, and they will not be the ones who will be bombed at that time.

Gently wiping the sweat off his brow, Abdullah looked around at the people in the room.

Seeing that although they looked embarrassed, they had no obvious injuries on their bodies, so they were a little relieved.

It was not a bad thing for him before these uncles came to Abdullah's territory, and it was even a good thing.

Didn't you see that the weapons and equipment in your battalion have been enriched a lot?

These are provided to them by the United States, as long as they promise to allow them to take some resources away after the war is over.

However, the fact is that Abdullah was too happy. He thought that as long as these masters were sent out, he would be able to complete the task and enjoy the happiness.

But I didn't expect these guys to come back again, and they came back in a mess. Thanks to the reliable Humvee provided by the US military, these guys are fine.

If something happened to these uncles on his territory, I am afraid that the US bombers would come over his head in the next second.

"I'm going to talk to Salah on the phone right now, and I will definitely help you guys figure things out!"

Abdullah couldn't afford to offend these American masters, so he hurriedly wanted to quit and make a phone call.

"No need, no matter whether today's incident is a misunderstanding or not, the outside world obviously already knows that we have come to Benghazi, and the actions during the day have already alarmed the enemy, so there is no point in calling."

The captain stopped Apudala and signaled him to be calm.

"What do you mean, Captain?"

"Give us an ordinary car, the Hummer is too conspicuous and affects our actions."

The captain did not explain to the other party, but only asked to change the car. His actions during the day made him realize that not everyone in this war zone is willing to cooperate with them.

"Don't make a fuss about what happened today, just pretend that we are going to retreat after being exhausted."

"Success, I'll arrange for my men to do it right away!"

The captain gave Abdullah a last word, and then let him leave.

"Head, Abdullah really doesn't know?"

Sanderson held back his anger. On the way back, the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong. How did the other party know their path and then accurately ambush them?

"This matter is very strange. Abdullah is not a fool. If he really did it, he would not come to see us alone."

The captain took a deep breath of the unburned cigar between his fingers, frowned and said in a deep voice:
"But there may be problems with his subordinates. To be safe, we have to leave here as soon as possible. We will withdraw later when Abdullah gets the car."

……

Back in his command room, Abdullah sat on a chair. He couldn't figure out why his neighbor would do that.

"Boss, what do those Americans mean?"

The deputy who had been staying in the command room saw his boss came back with a sad expression on his face, and hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for him.

"They had an accident in Salah's field, and it was very strange."

For his deputy, Abdullah did not hide anything, took two puffs of the cigarette.

"My eyelids kept twitching, and I always felt that something bad was going to happen."

Abdullah turned around to look at the topographic map on the wall behind him, and then took out the map that Sanderson had given him for comparison.

"This area...damn it! Could it be that guy Salah..."

However, before he finished speaking, the deputy behind him suddenly pulled out a pistol and held Abdullah in the back of his head!
boom!
With a gunshot, blood mixed with white indescribable matter sprayed the entire wall, and the deputy stared at the corpse that was slowly falling to the ground and spoke softly.

"Abdullah, you don't have to die, but who made you insist on flattering those Yankees? They are the culprits who created this war! You still want to help them?"

The adjutant spat at the corpse on the ground in disgust, and then waved his hands at the subordinates who rushed in from the door.

"Get rid of his body, don't let those Yankees see it!"

A group of subordinates didn't say much, and stepped forward to carry Abdullah's body out of the command room in silence.

"Congratulations, Galahad, this is yours now!"

A voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and the adjutant known as Galahad turned his head, with a kind smile on his face again.

"Haha, this is of course thanks to your help, Mr. Barrow. If it weren't for you, Abdullah wouldn't have been emptied of me so quickly."

Galahad welcomed the man outside the door into the room, and there was no sign of murder at all on his enthusiastic face.

"No, no, no, Galahad, you deserve this. Abdullah is not worthy to be the leader of this country at all. Only you, my friend, can lead them to victory!"

(End of this chapter)