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

Chapter 247 I advise you to dispel your crooked idea as soon as possible

"It's just crazy..."

The gunshots from the PKM subsided, and Allen silently put down the rifle in his hand, and slowly walked out of the alley.

"This is simply hell..."

Looking at the messy streets, Allen couldn't think of other words to describe what he saw in front of him.

Scarlet blood, stumps and internal organs are everywhere. Even in the Afghan war that he has experienced before, Allen has never experienced such a scene of hell.

If it weren't for his relatively good mental quality, he might have to spit out all the compressed dry food he ate last night at this moment.

"Hoo~ what's wrong?"

The heavy panting of soap came to Alan's ears, waking up Alan, who was a little dazed, from his surprise.

"Uh...it's okay, I think we have to get out of here as soon as possible."

Allen shivered, and for a moment he didn't dare to look at the soap on the compartment, and immediately opened the cab door of the pickup truck as if nothing had happened.

"That's right, we gotta go! Ghost! Do you hear that? Squeak if you're alive!"

Soap put down the PKM machine gun whose muzzle was already faintly red, jumped out of the car and looked at the building across the street.

"My uncle is alive and well, I won't die even if you die!"

The voice of the ghost came from the radio, and it still sounded full of air. It should be fine, but what the ghost said next made the two of them a little worried.

"Come here and help, Xiaoqiang is injured."

As the voice fell, the broken door on the first floor across the street was kicked open, revealing two figures supporting each other, it was Ghost and Sanderson!
Seeing this, Soap immediately stepped forward to help, and quickly checked Sanderson's body.

"What's going on? Where did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

However, soap went back and forth to check up and down his body for a long time, but he didn't see any bullet holes and gunshot wounds. Take off Sanderson's pants.

"Where did you get hurt, talk?"

Sanderson showed embarrassment, glanced at the ghost on the side, and finally had no choice but to tell the truth.

"The stairs in this broken building are broken. I didn't pay attention when I went up the stairs when I was running away. I stepped on the empty foot and sprained my foot. It's okay..."

Soap froze when he heard the words, looked at Sanderson's obviously flamboyant right foot, and then at the ghost who pinched his head to keep silent.

"Fuck! Ghost you are playing me!"

"Hey! Don't say that! I just said that Xiaoqiang was injured, but I didn't say where he was injured. You misunderstood yourself."

The ghost let go of the hand supporting Xiaoqiang's arm, then pushed him against Soap, and boarded the pickup truck that had been started by Allen first.

"Damn! You bastard, ghost!"

Soap was pressed by Sanderson's body, and he almost couldn't stand still. He didn't push it away for a while, and he felt wronged when he supported it.

"Er... head, this is all the ghost's idea, you have to get mad at him and not at me."

Sanderson also knew that if he pretended to be easy to be beaten, he hurriedly struggled out of Soap's support, and without giving Soap a chance to speak, he limped into the back of the pickup truck.

The veins on Soap's forehead bulged out like a hashtag, and ten thousand alpacas were throbbing in his heart.

"Ghost, I count you as kind!"

"Stop talking nonsense, get in the car quickly, if you don't leave, those guys will catch up again."

Faced with the threat of soap, Specter said he didn't care, and checked the magazine on the rifle and the ammunition on his body.

"We don't have much ammo on us, we need to get some supplies as soon as possible."

Soap opened the door and sat in the back row. With Allen kicking the accelerator, the pickup truck quickly left the block.

"The Ghost is right, we can't deal with these damned guys empty-handed."

They also checked their weapons and equipment. As the ghost said, their ammunition was indeed insufficient.

Since this operation is a secret mission, the ghost who was ordered to respond to the B1 team did not carry too many weapons and equipment.

In addition to his own CQB version of the short-barreled M4, he only carried a spare M16 with a 4-inch barrel for special situations. The rifle in Allen's hand is the one brought by the ghost .

But it only solves the demand for weapons. After all, it only solves the symptoms, not the root cause. The lack of ammunition is their biggest problem at present.

The Black Hawk carried a lot of weapons and ammunition, but now we can't turn around and go back, right?

"Contact General Ross. He wants us to be the bait for his fishing. You can't just watch the bait drown in the river."

Soap took a deep breath, and finally decided to follow General Ross' plan.

Allen and Sanderson were silent for a while. Facts have proved that they cannot directly break into the enemy's lair with their strength alone. General Ross is right. If you want to avenge the doctors, you have to follow his plan.

……

"General, B1 team requests airdrop supplies and airdrop support!"

The voice of the intelligence adjutant interrupted the two Generals Ross who were watching the video images sent back by the drone. Hearing this, General Ross snorted softly towards Sheffield who was on the side.

You see, I said they would ask me.

Sheffield just curled his lips to express his disdain for this, and he didn't pay attention to this guy at all.

"Do as they say, and do what you need!"

"But...but they said they needed AC-130..."

General Ross was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he realized that this should be what the captain said earlier, "We might as well make a big commotion!"

The corners of General Ross's mouth were slightly raised, and even the beard on his lips trembled a few times.

This 141 is really interesting.

"I said, do as they say!"

"Yes!"

Seeing this, the intelligence adjutant dared to be long-winded, and hurriedly contacted the air force base near the Mediterranean Sea.

General Ross nodded in satisfaction, and turned his gaze to the front display screen again.

After watching for a while, Rose seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned to look at Sheffield aside.

"I heard, what's the nickname the captain gave himself? AKA Soap?"

However, Sheffield, who had long seen General Ross' plot, glanced at this stinky and shameless old man, and pointed out the other party's thoughts without giving any face.

"Oh, I advise you to get rid of your crooked ideas as soon as possible. This time they are only seconded to you. I will pick them up after the operation is over."

"Haha, everyone has come to me, do you still want to go back?"

……

"How far is it from the intended location?"

"The straight-line distance should be less than 10 kilometers, what's wrong?"

Allen roughly identified the direction. Before the action, he had memorized the map of Benghazi city. It was difficult to distinguish the direction at night, but it was different after dawn.

Sanderson looked at the space beyond the street, and muttered worriedly:

"Nothing, let's hope we don't encounter enemy helicopters."

As soon as Allen heard this, he hurriedly stopped it, the good guy is not happy to say this.

"Don't! You must never crow your mouth again!"

　The original content is really difficult to write, Cheng Zi deleted and edited it for a day, and the next chapter is too late, brothers, don't wait.

　　
　
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