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

Chapter 201
Chapter 200: I am the boss here now!

Sanderson looked out through the window of the house, and just now he vaguely heard a gunshot from the direction of the camp command room.

However, the rebels outside the window still looked as usual. Those who should carry goods were still carrying goods, and those who should be patrolling were still patrolling. It seemed that there was nothing unusual.

But how could there be gunshots in the direction of the command room?
Could it be that Abdullah is punishing his subordinates?

No reason?

The Rebels will not tolerate this happening unless...

"Head, something is wrong!"

The captain threw the unfinished cigar on the ground and stamped it out, and then put the pistol that was used to press the map back into the holster.

"I'm afraid something happened to our ally, Alan, you and the doctor get the Humvee over, just say that we are going to withdraw, don't startle the enemy!"

The team driver Allen and the team member code-named doctor looked at each other, realized that things were getting worse, and hurriedly started to organize the equipment.

The other two also knew that the current situation was very dangerous, and Sanderson hurriedly retreated from the window to the house.

"Don't worry, it looks like they haven't planned to do anything to us yet."

The captain checked his own gun, and signaled to everyone present not to clean up the house, but to take away the things that must be brought.

Since you have decided to pretend to be a mouse fleeing in a hurry, then you should pretend to be thorough!
The captain opened the door, called a rebel who was on patrol, and explained to him:
"Go and tell Abdullah and his adjutant that our superiors have issued an order for us to evacuate Benghazi. There is not much time left for us, and we will be leaving soon!"

The captain patted the shoulder of the patrolling soldier, took out a small stack of banknotes from his pocket, and stuffed it into the soldier's coat pocket.

"It was hard work at the time, we won't go inside to say hello to them, you remember to bring the message!"

The soldier estimated the amount of the stack of banknotes, and gradually lowered his guard in his heart, and smiled directly on his face.

"Understood, I will let you know, and you all have a good journey!"

The soldier thought to himself that with this money, he had to go to the refugee camp behind to have fun tonight!
The captain saw what the soldier was thinking, patted the soldier on the shoulder twice again, and then gave him a look that any man could understand.

"Thank you, and I wish you an early victory in this war!"

The two smiled tacitly, and the captain signaled his team members to follow, and then walked towards the gate of the camp in a grand manner.

After getting a little farther away, Sanderson came to his captain's side.

"Head, the situation is very wrong, there are many more people in the camp."

As an observer in the team, Sanderson had already found out the combat personnel and configuration of the camp.

But through observation just now, he clearly found that the number of armed personnel in the camp was nearly one-third more than before.

"Calm down, their target is not us yet."

……

"Our plan has been half completed, Mr. Galahad, this place will soon become your territory."

The man named Baro took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it calmly, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"That's only half? Didn't you say that I just kill Abdullah?"

Galahad took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one out of it and put it to his mouth, and the younger brother next to him immediately struck a match to help him light it.

"That's right, but that was before, now
Things are different. "

Barrow motioned Galahad with his chin to look out of the house.

"Remember what I said? Those special forces, they have to die, so that the United States will pay attention to Card Dazuo, and they will provide you with more and more advanced weapons."

Galahad raised his eyes and stared at the man in front of him, but did not answer, and waited quietly for his next words.

"But now they not only didn't die outside, but returned to your camp with suspicion. Do you think they can still trust you and your subordinates? Do you think the United States will wholeheartedly assist you in retaking Tripoli?"

Barrow deliberately emphasized the words "your camp" and "your subordinates".

"They're starting to suspect you."

Like a devil's whisper, every word Baro uttered hit Galahad's heart.

Galahad threw the cigarette he hadn't smoked twice to the ground, and crushed it with his feet back and forth.

"You're right, they must die!"

But before Galahad gave the order, a soldier's announcement suddenly came from the door.

"Boss, those Yankees are about to withdraw. They have lost the battle and want to run away."

Galahad and Baro exchanged glances, and hurriedly motioned for his subordinates to open the door for someone to come in and talk.

"What's going on! Tell me clearly!"

The patrolling soldier glanced at the few people in the house, a little surprised that his boss was not there, but he didn't think much about it, he just thought it was the boss who went out to show respect.

"Deputy Commander, when I was patrolling the camp just now, I saw those Yankees leaving in a hurry, so I stepped forward to question them.

Their captain said that they were defeated here, and their superiors told them to retreat immediately, so they left first, and they left in a hurry, without taking a lot of things! "

The patrolling soldier didn't mention that the captain asked him to help with the conversation, only saying that the other party was afraid of being beaten and wanted to run away.

"Run? You just let them run away?"

Galahad frowned, his eyes widened with anger, and he subconsciously touched his waist.

"Earlier, the boss said that they don't need to stop them from moving in the camp, so I just..."

The patrolling soldier didn't understand what he said wrong, so he quickly knelt down to admit his mistake and begged for mercy, but it was obviously too late.

"Boss, boss, I am the boss here now!"

Galahad pulled out the pistol on his waist, this time he didn't care whether the door was closed or not, and pressed the trigger against the soldier's head.

boom!
The soldier fell to the ground in response, blood and brains splashed all over the ground, and the temporary command room that had just been cleaned was wasted.

The other soldiers patrolling and standing guard outside the house were a little confused when they saw this, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only pretend that they didn't see anything.

"It seems that they have already guessed my plan. That captain is not easy..."

Baro's slow voice came from behind, and Galahad's face darkened, and he put the pistol back to his waist, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Send someone to bring them back to me."

Galahad gritted his molars and ordered, but Barrow stopped again.

"Wait a minute! Take it easy!"

Baro walked to Galahad's side, lowered his voice and said softly:

"Have you forgotten our plan? We have to let them die outside. We provided them with their course of action before. If something goes wrong, it is difficult to escape the responsibility of the Security Council.

But now they want to leave, why don't we follow their wishes?

You could go out and see them off, send them off in front of everyone.

In this way, as long as they leave your territory, how and where they died has nothing to do with you? "

(End of this chapter)