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

Chapter 210

Chapter 209: Benghazi Shrouded in Darkness

Trio Barrow, the name first appeared in front of Captain MacTavish in January last year.

"Please explain your actions, Captain MacTavish!"

The CIA investigator sat across the table in the interrogation room, eyeing the captain with disgusting suspicion.

"As I said, I didn't receive the notice of Colonel Lawrence's defection, and I didn't know that this guy named Trio Barrow was also one of his people."

The captain deliberately lowered his voice, restrained his tone, and prevented himself from really roaring.

The same question, this gang of damned CIA agents has had no less than ten people to interrogate themselves, they don't bother, even the captain!
"But according to what we have learned, your superior has already issued an arrest notice to you and your team. May I ask why you didn't take action at that time!"

It's okay not to mention this, but Captain MacTavish is furious when it is mentioned.

"I said that I didn't receive any bullshit arrest orders at all. This is all the family's excuse for that guy to shirk his responsibility!"

The captain patted the table vigorously, but then realized that it was inappropriate, took a breath and said sorry.

"We didn't receive orders from that guy at the time, I'm sure, and the communication equipment is right there with you, why don't you investigate the communication records?"

The CIA raised its eyebrows, and felt a little better about the captain.

"That's not your concern, you just need to explain why you let Trio Barrow go at that time."

The captain frowned. He had answered this question many times, but these guys didn't care about it.

"I'll say it again! I don't know this guy at all. He issued a special pass for General Ross to let me go!"

Unmoved by this, the CIA took out a special pass that was exactly the same as the captain remembered from the file package.

"Now look at this pass again, whether it is the one you saw at that time."

The captain was stunned for a moment, this was the first time he had gone through the process of "identifying physical evidence". The few CIA agents who had interrogated him before all left after the questioning.

"Where did you get this thing?"

The captain reached out to take the pass, and carefully looked back and forth for a long time, but he couldn't see any difference.

Whether it is the signature or the seal, it seems to be written by General Ross. Could it be that those guys forged the special pass?
"Please answer my question, Captain!"

The serious tone of the CIA agent made the captain even more afraid to answer easily. He could only look back and forth through the pass again and again, and said after a long time:
"I don't know if you guys got any other passes, and I don't know if that damned Trio Barro actually forged one.

But in my opinion, whether it is watermark, crease, handwriting or General Ross's stamp, there is no difference between this pass and the pass I received in memory. I can only say that it is the one I have seen . "

The captain didn't say it to death, he really couldn't be 100% sure whether this pass was really the one he received yesterday.

After all, after careful inspection according to the authentication method explained above, he can only be sure that the one in his hand is genuine.

"That's not important Captain, you just need to get back to me."

The CIA stared at the captain with a pair of hooked eyes.

"Yes."

The captain was suspicious, but he didn't take it seriously. He just wanted to get out of this damned place as soon as possible.

"That's all right, Captain."

The CIA took back the pass, packed up his things, got up and left without hesitation.

"Damn, where are you going? How long will I stay in this ghost place!"

The captain looked in surprise at the man who said he would just leave, and angrily wanted to ask those guys when they would let him go, but the only response to him was the sound of quick footsteps and the sound of a heavy door closing.

……

Breaking free from the memories, the captain looked out of the window of the hut, and saw that the group of pursuers outside had already left, so he waved behind him.

"They left, and we withdrew too."

It was very late now, and Benghazi was completely shrouded in darkness. They could only quietly explore this abandoned city by virtue of the dim moonlight.

Sanderson had just checked Sweep's injury, and with the help of the medicine, the wound did not deteriorate further, which is one of the few good things for them at present.

"Hang on, we have to get to the safe house before dawn."

With a distance of more than ten kilometers, these special forces can reach their destination quickly even if they are under heavy load.

But there were so many chasing soldiers, and they had no choice but to take a detour and venture through the city without their weapons and equipment.

The roads and traffic arteries on the edge of the city are full of enemy checkpoints, and they will only become live targets for the opponent if they leave the construction circle rashly.

But in this way, they had to spend hours playing peek-a-boo with the enemy in the city where they could have arrived in an hour or two.

However, those guys are like haunted ghosts. Every time they escape for a certain distance, new pursuers will drive over from behind, and then spread into the city, looking for their traces everywhere.

After three or five times, the captain almost suspected that there was an inner ghost among them.

It wasn't until he bumped into several refugees in a house half an hour ago that the captain finally realized how his group was discovered.

After all the calculations, the aborigines here are missing!

Apart from chasing soldiers along the way, the captain, who didn't meet half a living person, thought that the city had already become an empty city.

Who would have thought that Benghazi after the darkness would be the time when the refugees here dared to move freely.

After realizing this, the group of people immediately wrapped themselves in waste blankets, sheets, and curtains that they picked up on the way.

Let yourself blend into the refugee group as much as possible, so that you can get rid of those prying eyes in the dark.

……

"You bloody idiots! Dozens of hundreds of people can't catch five Yankees! What use are you for!"

Salah overturned the table angrily, took out his pistol and was about to shoot the subordinates kneeling in front of him.

"Forgive me, forgive me! I just received news that someone has seen them. They are still in the city. They will definitely not be far away at this moment. Give me another chance! Give me another chance!"

The subordinate hurriedly put his hand into his pocket, took out a patch with a skull and a sharp sword, and presented it to Salah with both hands.

"This was found on the body of the dead Yankee. It looks like it should be the patch of the unit these guys belonged to."

Salah squinted his eyes and looked at the things handed over by his subordinates. He suppressed the anger in his heart and decided to let this guy go for the time being.

"For the sake of your usefulness, I will give you another chance. If you can't catch these damn Yankees again, you don't have to come back!"

After cursing, Salah dodged the cloth patch handed over by his subordinates and put it into his arms.

(End of this chapter)