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

Chapter 249 Without me, you are nothing
"Trash! They are all trash!"

In the command room of the rebel army, Galahad angrily smashed everything that could be smashed into pieces.

"A group of people can't even take care of a few damn Yankees, what's the use of you! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The thing was almost smashed, so Galahad simply took out his pistol and shot towards the ceiling frantically, pulling the trigger several times in a row, until the M1911's magazine was exhausted, and then he suppressed his anger a little.

"It's useless for you to be anxious, they are not ordinary big soldiers, your idiots can't be sorry for them, they are normal."

Barrow smoked his cigar calmly, not at all worried that Galahad would play the role of punching bag on himself.

"Then why didn't you say so sooner! I f*cked up a helicopter for nothing! It's all my money!"

Galahad turned his gun and pointed it at Barrow, his eyes were red, apparently dazzled by anger.

"I advise you not to do it, even if you have no bullets in the chamber."

Barrow exhaled a puff of smoke, and didn't even look at Galahad.

"Pay attention to your identity, now you are begging me to solve the trouble for you, not me begging you."

Rough gasps filled the command room, and the angry Galahad wanted to kill the damned American directly, but the only reason left in his heart forcibly restrained this impulse, forcing him to put the pistol away again.

"You have to make up for my loss!"

The words were almost squeezed out between teeth, Galahad turned his back and stopped looking at him.

Barrow curled his lips in disdain, and the playful expression on his face was not concealed at all.

"Sorry, I don't have this rule. Your loss is your business, and it has nothing to do with me."

Barrow stood up and stood beside Galahad, overlooking the rebel camp through the window of the command room together with him.

"I can pretend that nothing happened this time, but please remember my friend, without you, I can just find someone to be the leader of this so-called rebel army."

"But you're nothing without me."

These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Galahad's heart severely, pouring a basin of cold water on his heart that was originally burning with anger.

A bead of sweat ran across his forehead for no reason, it was cold sweat born of fear.

Galahad always thought that he was the leader of this army, and that he was the only one who was suitable for that position.

But what he saw in front of him easily shattered his indulgent fantasy into nothingness.

The sunlight outside the window was still there, but it was particularly dazzling in his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his sight, like a shooting star, but it was soul-stirring.

"What you're saying is that I crossed the line, my friend."

Galahad's dry lips fumbled, but his voice was inaudible.

Barrow didn't respond, he didn't hear what Galahad said, but that didn't matter, as long as he could recognize himself.

He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the person beside him, then walked out of the command room, there were already people waiting for him outside.

……

Southern Benghazi Province——

Relying on the pickup truck, the members of the B1 team successfully got rid of the chasing soldiers. After leaving Benghazi City, they quickly went to the material airdrop area agreed with the military.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, a Stallion transport plane without any marking on the fuselage quietly appeared from the eastern horizon and slowly flew over the heads of everyone.

"This time, it shouldn't be wrong, right?"

Allen looked up at the sky with lingering fear. The Stallion transport plane was exactly the same style as the Black Hawk helicopter that had come to meet it before, and it was impossible to tell from the outside that it belonged to which country's army.

There is also an armed Humvee suspended under the fuselage, and it seems that it was also specially transported for the B1 team.

"It's my own."

The ghost took out the binoculars he carried with him and took a closer look, and recognized that the pilot of the helicopter was his acquaintance.

"Hey~ Ghost, Soap, it's good to see you alive and kicking."

Hearing the voice, Soap also heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at the ghost, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Nikolai? Why are you here?"

That's right, the person who came was none other than the Maozi pilot who belonged to Task Force 141 - Nikolai.

"Haha, besides me, who would be willing to fly all the way here to do such unscrupulous work?"

Nikolai laughed. He was very happy to be able to confirm that the B1 team was safe for the time being, so that at least he could have an explanation with Qian Dui and the others when he returned.

"It's Qian Dui's idea. 141's own affairs should be left to 141 to solve by himself."

Soap was silent, and there was something in Nikolai's words. It seemed that Team Qian didn't trust the military very much.

"I brought everything you want! Don't worry, the firepower is sufficient, enough for you to make a big move here!"

Nikolai slowly lowered the height of the helicopter, and then disconnected the cable that mounted the Humvee under the belly of the helicopter.

"I won't go down to greet you guys. My old buddies only gave me 10 minutes. I have to get out of here. Good luck!"

Through the windshield of the helicopter, Nikolai waved to the team members on the ground, silently keeping their last expressions in mind, and then turned around and flew towards the direction they came from.

Zao Zao and the others stared at the stallion transport plane going away, and secretly swallowed their farewell words.

"Is he a moron?"

Allen wanted to ask just now, but he didn't interrupt when he saw that Soap and others were having a lively chat.

Now that the transport plane had left, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked.

"Yes, an old friend of Team Qian's. He used to be in MI6, and now he is the exclusive pilot of 141."

Soap nodded, he knew what Allen was worried about, but it was actually not a big deal in 141, he and the ghost and money team used to be SAS.

"Then the old guys he said..."

"It probably refers to those people in the east. He should have come from there, otherwise he wouldn't have asked us to travel so far to get supplies."

Soap shrugged. The United States is not the only force supporting the rebels. Several countries in the Security Council have supported forces in Libya to eliminate Kadazo. Of course, Russia is no exception.

"Okay, let's see what good things our friends have prepared for us!"

Changing the subject, Soap first stepped forward to the side of the Hummer, and looked up and down at this extremely domineering big guy.

Different from the armored Humvee that everyone took before, this Humvee uses thicker heavy-duty bulletproof armor, and is equipped with a 360-degree surround machine gun tower on the top, as well as a .50-caliber M2HB heavy machine gun.

Just this heavy machine gun, the sense of security it can give everyone is not comparable to that of the old PKM light machine gun next to it.

With this guy, even if they encounter a helicopter like before, everyone has the confidence to compete with it.

(End of this chapter)