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

Chapter 202
Chapter 201: Stupid, you were fooled by him!
Through the rearview mirror of the Humvee, Allen found that two vehicles were speeding towards them at the gate of the camp behind.

"Head, someone is chasing you."

The captain sitting in the co-pilot's seat also noticed the pursuers behind him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly calculated the intentions of these people.

"Make way for them, don't act rashly, now is not the time."

The captain signaled to the others to put down their weapons first, not to be too nervous, and then Allen slowly moved the Humvee to the side of the road, taking the initiative to make way for the cars behind.

Seeing this scene, Galahad, who was chasing after him, curled his lips, feeling even more contemptuous of the Yankees in his heart.

If it weren't for his restoration plan that needed the weapons and equipment of these warmongers, he would have wanted to kill all these Yankees a long time ago!

Galahad gave his men a look and told them to put away their guns.

Now that they have shown goodwill, Galahad is not good at tearing his face face to face. According to that bastard Barrow, he really can't do anything to these people at his door.

Noticing the flashing lights of the chasing car behind him, Allen looked at his captain, hoping he could give him an idea.

"Stop the car, I want to see what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds!"

After giving the brothers in the back row a look, everyone checked their weapons and ammunition one after another to avoid being attacked by the other party.

The Hummer stopped slowly on the side of the road. Seeing this, the two cars behind did not overtake, but slowly stopped behind the rear of the Hummer at the same speed.

Galahad pushed open the car door, opened his hands and signaled to the Humvee in front that he was not malicious, and then walked towards the Humvee with a few of his men.

During the process, Galahad smiled all the way, his face was full of enthusiasm, until he stood next to the driver's seat.

Through the car window, Galahad signaled Allen to lower the bulletproof glass, and he had something to say.

Reaching out to not hit the smiling man, Allen also brought a fake smile on his face.

"It turned out to be Mr. Galahad. Why didn't you see Mr. Appdala with you?"

The expression on Galahad's face froze, but he quickly covered it up calmly.

"He led the team to find Salah. Today's incident made him very embarrassed, and he will make that guy pay some price for whatever he says!"

Finding a random reason, Galahad didn't want to waste time on Abdullah's matter, but looked at the captain in the co-pilot's seat doubtfully and said:

"Captain MacTavish, I heard from my men that you want to retreat?"

The captain raised his eyebrows, thinking that the one who should come still came.

"Oh, yes, we reported today's incident to our superiors. In this situation, we can no longer complete the task alone, so the superiors allowed us to temporarily evacuate Benghazi, and more soldiers will be sent over later."

The captain didn't say anything to death, he just said that they would leave Benghazi temporarily, and he didn't mention nuclear weapons again.

"That's right, alas, it's all the fault of that damned Salah, I don't know what that guy is doing, how can he let the enemy attack that kind of place."

Galahad deliberately blamed Salah for the mistake, and by the way, deliberately said that the enemies of the attacking team were Khadazo's soldiers.

"We just learned that the people who attacked you were actually a vanguard of the enemy. They sneaked into Salah's defense area while Salah was not paying attention. They wanted to sneak attack him, but you finally pushed him Bag."

The captain pretended to be surprised and joked:
"So we blocked the gun for that guy named Salah?"

"Isn't it? You see, as soon as Abdullah heard about it, he hurriedly led the team to find Salah, and let him remember what he said."

Galahad laughed, as if the truth was exactly as he said.

"Since this is the case, then we will block the gun if we block the gun, but the superior has issued an order to retreat, and we are not easy to disobey, so..."

"It's okay, as long as the friendship between our two countries is not affected, I don't want our deep friendship to be affected because of a stupid Salah!"

Galahad deliberately bit the word friendship very hard, and in his heart he was cursing these Yankees as deserving of death.

"Of course not. The peace in Libya is the most important thing. We also guess that the group of people should have sneaked in. It is also a good thing that the misunderstanding is resolved now."

The captain echoed Galahad, then seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, the armed Humvees requested by Abdullah are expected to arrive at the port tomorrow afternoon. At that time, I hope you can clear the defenders near the port to avoid misunderstandings like today."

Galahad was taken aback when he heard the words, he had never heard of this from Abdullah.

But since the Yankee is willing to give it, he doesn't mind accepting it directly.

"Really? That's great, we will definitely clean up there before noon tomorrow!"

The captain nodded, and then stopped the conversation and signaled Allen to drive on the grounds that the superior was pressing him hard.

Watching the Hummer gradually heading out of the city, Galahad gradually put away the enthusiastic expression on his face, and returned to his car indifferently.

In the back seat, Baro, who had been in the car and never got out of the car, looked at Abdullah with a calm expression.

"What did the captain say?"

Abdullah glanced at the guy next to him, took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"They are going to withdraw, and they also said that they will provide us with a batch of armed Humvees, which will arrive at the port tomorrow afternoon."

Apdala sucked on a cigarette, and kept recalling the captain's expression when he left in his mind.

"Hummer? Tomorrow?"

Baro was stunned for a while, and then there was an undisguised mockery on his face.

"You were fooled by him. There will be no ships entering the Mediterranean Sea tomorrow, and they will not provide you with any armed Humvees. He is just testing you."

Barrow is very confident. According to the information he has, no transport ships will come to the port of Benghazi in a short time.

"You are very smart, but unfortunately, you are not his opponent."

"What did you say?"

Galahad's face was livid, and he finally understood the meaning of the unclear expression on the other party's face before he left.

"Damn Yankees, you're just as damned as they are!"

Barrow didn't care about Galahad's threat at all. He was not a pawn to be manipulated by him at will. In his eyes, Galahad was just a fart.

"Haha, you should tell me this sentence after you kill them all."

After gesturing to the driver to drive, Baro took out his mobile phone and sent out a piece of content that had been edited long ago, and then sat down in his seat to close the curtain and rest his mind.

Galahad on the side was already so angry that his eyes were about to burst into flames, and his right hand was about to grasp the handle of the gun at his waist several times.

But in the end, he slowly retracted his right hand, and imitated Baro's appearance, sitting down together to recharge his energy.

"You made the right decision."

Barrow's voice rang in his ears, but Galahad didn't respond, he closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

"Don't worry, the ambush is already set up over there, they will definitely not survive tonight."

(End of this chapter)