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

Chapter 221
Chapter 220 If you don't help, don't make sarcastic remarks here!

"Goddamn bastard! I'm going to kill these sons of bitches!"

Sanderson swung his fist violently and thumped the wall, wanting to turn all the resentment in his body into fist power and vent it on the dilapidated old masonry wall.

The captain came to Sweep's body in silence, reached out and patted Allen on the shoulder, hoping that he would not blame himself too much.

"Swipe he...he pushed me away before getting shot..."

Allen's voice was a little choked, and the meaning in the words had already been expressed clearly, Sweep sacrificed to save him.

The movement of the captain's hands paused, and he didn't know what to say when he originally tried to persuade him, so he silently reached out and took off the dog tag hanging around Swiep's neck, and handed it to Allen together with the doctor's piece in his pocket hand.

"They won't die like this for nothing, I swear!"

Allen held tightly the two dog tags with the names of Doctor and Swiep on them, and the scene of the two of them dying in front of him flashed back and forth in his eyes.

"As long as I'm still alive, I will definitely find that damned Barrow and kill him myself!"

Reaching out his hand to gently close his eyes for Sweep, the captain called the other two to make a simple grave for him.

They didn't have time to deal with the doctor's body at that time, how could they leave Swipe's body alone now?

Simply using a dagger to dig a not-deep pit in the yard, the three of them put Sweep's body in it, and after adding sand and soil, they simply built a grave with the ruined bricks and stones. Protected Sweep's bones from being eaten by vultures.

The three of them secretly wrote down the location here, and vowed to come back to pick them up, and then they packed up their minds and prepared to leave.

……

"Is there no news from the special operations team?"

General Ross took a sip of his cigar, still remembering what the intelligence officer told him just now in his mind.

"Sorry, General, the team's radio signal has not yet been connected. Due to military regulations, we are temporarily unable to arrange large-scale troops to go to Benghazi openly."

The intelligence officer lowered his head, not daring to look at General Ross who had just calmed down.

"If it's not clear, let me cover it! If you want to see people, you need to see corpses! Also, let the CIA be more active! Don't think I don't know what they are planning. If my people come out What's wrong, let them go around without food!"

General Ross has long since looked down upon those guys from the CIA, chanting slogans of loyalty to the country, secretly filling their own pockets, and thinking about it!
Let alone the nuclear threat this time, General Ross always felt that there was a shadow of the activities of those guys behind it.

Otherwise, why would the CIA know that Ka Dazuo had nuclear weapons, but would not provide the exact source of the information?

There is not even a provider behind the nuclear weapons, which simply does not conform to the consistent tone of the CIA.

In the past, even if it was out of nothing, the CIA would plant nuclear weapons on Russia.

But this time...

General Ross was smoking a cigar thoughtfully, his brows unconsciously twisted into the word Sichuan.

However, before he could think things through clearly, the liaison officer at the side suddenly reported to him:

"General, General Sheffield is calling!"

General Ross was stunned when he heard the words, and then he frowned even more. He knew why this guy was calling at this time, but because of his reason, he didn't refuse to answer directly like before.

"Connect."

Sighing, he stubbed out his cigar, and General Ross took the communicator handed over by the liaison officer.

"It's me, if you have something to say, fart it, I don't have time to argue with you now."

As soon as the other party heard that the master had answered the phone, his tone immediately contained sarcasm.

"Heh, this is the character of General Jagged? General Ross is really stubborn. My soldiers followed you and suffered a catastrophe. Now you don't even have an explanation. Instead, you despise me?"

The corner of General Ross's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that it was true. He glanced at the liaison officer at the side, and motioned the other party not to dangle in front of his eyes.

"Sheffield, I don't have time to talk to you now, I will pay you back what I owe you, and you don't need to come to me to sneer!"

Even though the liaison officer had no eyesight, he knew that the following content was not what he should listen to, so he hurriedly exited the command room.

"Hmph, what a joke, but you Ross asked me to borrow someone to carry out some investigative mission, but you ended up going to Libya to find nuclear weapons?
I said, why don't you use your own soldiers, you don't feel bad if something happens to a soldier who is not your own, right?

If the intelligence officer hadn't informed me, would I have to wait until they were all dead before I would know the news!
Do you still have the face to keep saying it?Well now, one sacrificed and four were missing!You tell me what the hell are you paying back? "

Rose was a little bit embarrassed, but his mouth would not be subdued.

"I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you right now. The top priority now is to get those soldiers back! Sheffield, you don't need to help, but I don't need you talking nonsense here!"

As soon as these words came out, Sheffield on the other end was almost laughed angrily by General Ross.

"I'm making sarcastic remarks? Well, Ross, you're good at beating people now, aren't you? Let me tell you, if I don't hear that they're safe within an hour, we'll see you in a court-martial!"

pat~
There was a crisp sound from the communicator, followed by a busy tone, leaving only General Ross on the other side with the veins on his forehead constantly swollen.

"Damn you bastard!"

……

As the night darkened, the three members of the special team finally left the city before the enemy caught up, and trekked in the wilderness for more than an hour before arriving in the southwest of Benghazi near Ajdab A safe house set up by the CIA in Asia.

This safe house was built underground by the CIA. Its surface is just an inconspicuous civilian house. From the outside, it is impossible to see that there is anything valuable inside.

Therefore, even after the war, the house itself has not been seriously damaged, but some old furniture displayed inside have been evacuated.

"Head, are you sure it's right here?"

Sanderson looked around the empty house with air leaks on all sides with some doubts, but he couldn't see any safe house.

"According to the location coordinates previously provided by the CIA, it should be right here."

The captain groped here and there, but found nothing suspicious in the house. Even if there was, the refugees would probably find out that the ban had been hollowed out.

"Could it be the CIA bluffing us?"

Sanderson no longer has much trust in the CIA. If the captain hadn't insisted on finding the signal repeater, he wouldn't have taken the risk to come to this place.

Allen knocked on a wall, and he felt that the space inside the room seemed smaller.

"Head, don't you think there's something wrong with the space in this room?"

The captain squeezed his chin and calculated carefully, his eyes lit up.

"Alan is right, there is a problem with this wall!"

(End of this chapter)