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

Chapter 203
Chapter 202: If you can't take them down, you don't have to come back!
"Head, I don't remember you applying for an armed Humvee from above."

Allen, who was driving a Humvee, didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in his captain's gourd, so it was better to ask directly after thinking about it.

However, before the captain could answer him, Sanderson in the back seat urged him impatiently.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't! Drive your car, we have to get out of this ghost place quickly."

Allen didn't argue. He knew Sanderson's temper, and it was really important to evacuate right now.

However, the captain on the side didn't think it was a big deal, and whispered his guess:
"Apdalla should have died, and that Galahad became the new commander of the camp."

The captain's words were somewhat unexpected to Allen. He glanced at the rearview mirror, but found that the expressions on the faces of the others did not seem very surprised.

"It can be seen from that guy's expression that he is not satisfied with Abdullah, and even has some hostility towards us."

The captain took out a cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but he did not light it. The current situation does not allow him to smoke.

"The armed Humvee mentioned by the head is just an excuse. The purpose is to stabilize the opponent. As long as he still needs the support of weapons and equipment, he will not dare to offend us easily."

The doctor turned off the safety of the pistol and put it back in the holster.

"The other party believed it?"

It was only then that Alan understood what the captain of his family was thinking. After being mentioned this way, the relationship between the front and the back became smooth.

"Looks like it should be."

The captain's eyes were a bit deep, and his face did not have much confidence after a successful scheme, but a little more dignified.

When he was looking at the car behind through the rearview mirror, he vaguely saw a man sitting in the back seat of the other party.

He vaguely felt that he had seen that face before, but he didn't remember the information about that man for a while.

This sense of uncertainty made him a little uneasy, and combined with what happened during the day today, he always felt that something bad would happen.

"There should be a man sitting in that car just now."

The sniper Sweep, who had been taciturn, slowly uttered a sentence, which further verified the captain's conjecture.

Allen hurriedly spoke after hearing the words, and he also noticed the situation of the car just now.

"Then I was right. I also found that there was a man sitting in the back seat of that car, but I couldn't see his face clearly through the rearview mirror. At first I thought it was Abdullah. They are avoiding us."

The captain frowned, and he was always looking for information about that man in his mind. He must have seen information about that guy somewhere.

"It's not Abdullah, it's a soldier."

The taciturn Sweep provided another piece of information, and his eyes were obviously much better than those present.

"Who would that be?"

"Galahad's men?"

The captain shook his head and put the cigar back into his pocket.

"I should have seen that guy in that document, but I couldn't remember where it was for a while, so it shouldn't be a good thing."

As soon as these words came out, everyone cheered up.

The captain of his own team has seen it in the data, and he is not dead, so I am afraid that the opponent's strength should also be a guy on the level of his own captain.

"All in all, everyone should be careful in their next actions. The origin of that guy is unknown. Maybe he helped Galahad get rid of Abdullah."

The captain reminded everyone, and then the Humvee slowly drove out of Abdullah against the dusk... Oh no, it should be said that it was Galahad's sphere of influence.

……

"Boss, they're out."

After receiving the report from his younger brother, Salah's men hurried to report the situation to the boss.

They had just received a notification from Barrow that those Yankee soldiers wanted to evacuate Benghazi, and they had to kill those Yankees.

Although Salah was dissatisfied with the man named Barrow giving orders to him casually, but now is not the time to care about this.

Through the intelligence information provided by the other party, Salah quickly locked the trail of the special team and his party.

After all, in this war zone in Benghazi, the troops that can drive Humvees can be counted on one hand.

What's more, the other party is still in a car alone. In Benghazi, where there are eyeliners everywhere and refugees everywhere, it is not too easy to find out the whereabouts of a car.

Even if the information is slightly delayed, it is not difficult to guess its direction and route.

For the rest, just plan ahead and set up eyeliner and ambush on the route.

"Pass down the order, and be sure to deal with it! I don't want to hear any more news that they are still alive!"

The subordinate resigned immediately, and then quickly picked up the mobile phone to contact the commander who was ambushing on the front line.

"The boss said, if you can't take them down, you don't have to come back!"

The commander who received the order curled his lips and didn't take what the other party said to heart at all. It's just a few Yankees, how good can they be?
There are two shoulders against one head, what are they more than themselves?
In the past, it could be said that there was a gap in weapons and equipment, but the situation is different now.

Isn't it a bulletproof car?There is no bulletproof armor that one Javelin missile can't handle, if there is, then two!

Through the binoculars, the man watched the Humvee approaching their ambush area from a distance.

With a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, the man waved his hands to signal his subordinates to get ready.

Noticing the commander's gesture, his subordinates hurriedly took out the Javelin missiles that had been prepared long ago from the weapon box on the side.

Take off the dust cover of the missile, then adjust the attack mode to attack the roof, and go to the edge of the roof to prepare for launch.

……

Facing the setting sun, Allen drove the Humvee slowly towards the outside of the city.

Their plan was to leave the main theater from the east of Benghazi first, then secretly approach the main theater from the south of Benghazi when it was dark, and finally walk to the next safe house provided by the CIA.

Captain McTavish had already reported this plan to his superiors, who also agreed with him, and said that they would send troops to support them if necessary.

Then the captain reported what happened during the day to his superiors, but no further instructions were given there. They just reminded the captain to complete the task as soon as possible, and there would be special personnel there to deal with it.

The captain was a little suspicious, but the military order was so overwhelming that he couldn't insist on it anymore, so he had to give up.

"Why do I feel that the higher ups are hiding something from us?"

Sanderson had a bad premonition in his heart. Having watched many movies, he couldn't help thinking of some very bad plots.

The captain didn't answer, and he also felt that the superior who confronted them this time behaved abnormally.

It stands to reason that if there is a problem within the rebel army, the military should take some countermeasures, but from the above, it seems that it intends to deal with it coldly.

"There is only one possibility for this to happen, and that is..."

"Wait! What's that?!"

(End of this chapter)