Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 1163 This is business (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)

People here have not taken a shower for several days. With the water source cut off and water from outside unable to be brought in, the remaining water can only be used for drinking.

Everyone is dirty and in a bad mental state. They have been unable to take a shower or flush the toilet for several days.

Now no one wants to go to the bathroom unless absolutely necessary. The smell there is really a bit heady.

 The staff can no longer smell their own smell.

As for the security issue, it is even more of a mess. The security officer of the Museum of History and his staff only have three people.

If it weren't for the Zhengfu army guarding the outside of the Grand History Hall, they might have lost the position here.

 “Welcome to the American Museum of History, thank God, you are finally here.” Security officer Lawrence Doyle looked at several people in Team B and felt a little more relaxed.

These days have been the most difficult period of his life.

Although the problem of shortage of manpower is serious, they can't get out anyway.

But fortunately, people from the Zhengfu Army are guarding the outside of the Grand History Museum, and the demonstrators have not done anything radical so far.

Well, these people dug out their water supply and destroyed their power lines.

They also robbed a truck transporting supplies. I don’t know if these things are considered extreme.

“The good news is that Crowley has finally decided to evacuate.”

 Crowley is the agent of this large historical museum. This title sounds informal at first sight.

 So he did not want to evacuate before. First, he still wanted to become a regular official. Second, if the evacuation would be a diplomatic failure, he would be responsible.

But it's obvious that he can't stand the current environment anymore.

 “To be honest, the current situation is very strange.”

This security officer, who is much older than Jason, is very experienced. "I have been to Beirut and Baghdad, both of which are the most dangerous places in the world."

 “But things are so strange here.”

Mandy Ellis continued, "Is it because someone is paying them?"

Laurence Doyle shook his head, "Of course not, but the people gathered below are just sitting like this."

He stretched out his hand to open the curtain a little, and then pointed at the crowd of demonstrators outside.

“They should shout slogans, hold up national flags or various slogans, and then throw stones at us.”

 The current situation is like a group of people dragging their families with them and changing their living place.

　　Some people gathered around chatting, and some even set up a stove to cook food.

 Of course there are those who protest, but they are very few.

“I now divide them into two types, one is the real demonstrators, and the other is the demonstrators who come to make money.”

 He looked at the people in front of him and said, "I think you should understand what I'm talking about."

Mandy nodded, of course she understood, they often do this.

“The good news is that other cities are not experiencing this crisis.”

 A few of them hurried up to the second floor, where the agent's office was.

 “Can you tell who the organizer is?” Jason asked.

He now has some suspicion that the fact that they were stranded in the sky and in the airport for at least eight hours was deliberately done by someone else.

 It is very likely that he is the same group as those who organized this demonstration.

“They are very punctual and distribute the money before five o’clock every afternoon. Those people left just before you came.”

This security officer did not do any work, at least he did some investigation work within his ability.

“They are all locals. If he is the vice president, it would really make sense.”

 The current information is too little, and they cannot determine who is behind the scenes.

“There are currently 135 Americans in South Sudan, most of whom are in Juba.”

“The question now is whether you can get out after entering.”

 Jason and Lawrence Doyle stood in front of the door of Agent Dashu’s office. The two looked at each other. This was really a problem.

If the Zhengfu army could drive the crowd away, their situation would not be so troublesome.

“I don’t think so. No matter who is behind the scenes, his purpose seems to be to get us to leave.” Jason Hayes’s thinking is very clear.

 Lawrence Doyle shrugged, "Then maybe we can give it a try."

 Pushing open the door, a white man with a weathered face was sitting inside. This guy's eyes were red and his hair was all stuck together. He looked a little funny.

“God, you are finally here. Did the government soldiers bring pure water?”

The agent was almost moved to tears when he saw Jason. They still had food stored here, but there was not much water left.

Jason shook his head, "The Zhengfu Army said their car had no space, so we brought in a few boxes of water in our own car."

 But that’s all, and there were people stopping the car to check on him halfway. Seeing that the Zhengfu army didn’t stop him, he seemed to know the other party.

However, Jason and others had a tougher attitude. In the end, they made a phone call and let them go.

 “We need to identify these people.”

 Jason thought that as long as he found out who was doing the trick, the matter might be solved immediately.

“I don’t want to know who did it. I’ve already contacted the Secretary of State and he has approved my evacuation plan.”

“Your job now is to get us safely back to the United States.”

 Agent Dashu has had enough here, "It's the FBI's business to investigate the truth."

 He immediately threw a piece of information to Jason, "This is a list of all Americans. You need to contact them as soon as possible."

 Jason was really disgusted with this irresponsible attitude, "It is your responsibility to ensure the rights and interests of Americans in Nansudan."

 After hearing this, Agent Dachong felt a little incredible and immediately laughed.

“Ha, are you kidding? Don’t you know the price the military is offering these Americans? Twenty thousand dollars per seat, and if there is no money, they can also provide loans.”

 “You’re telling me about your responsibilities now? This is a **** business.”

 The agent patted the table and stood up, looking at Jason without any hesitation, "Now, Mr. Sergeant Major, can you tell me how much money you can get for this mission?"

 Jason Hayes's face changed slightly. He is at the E-9 level. He can get a stipend of 5,000 to 8,000 for this temporary operation. Everyone else also gets paid according to their rank.

 “This is my job…”

“That’s right, so we all just have to do our jobs. Call the phone number above and ask them who wants to spend money to buy a seat.”

The security officer stood up and stopped the two men. If they continued talking, America would lose face.

Then suddenly a dull explosion was heard. The house of the Museum of History shook slightly, and the screams of many people rang out in the building.

 “Enemy attack…”

 Jason yelled, immediately took out the Glock 19, and pushed the agent Dashi to the floor.

The other party's face was hit **** the ground. I don't know if this is Jason's revenge.

 “Team B, report the situation.”

Mandy was holding a walkie-talkie to contact other people.

"Safety…"

 The voices of other team members came from inside.

 “Ugh, it’s safe, the bathroom exploded, God…”

 This is Sonny's voice.

Someone detonated explosives in the sewer, and now all the stuff in the sewer that cannot be discharged due to pressure is sprayed up.

 The entire east side of the first floor was covered with yellow stuff sprayed from the toilet, and even the ceiling was covered.

 “vomit…”

 Everyone at the scene vomited.

"Retreat, I don't want to stay here anymore." Agent Da Kai's spirit is really about to collapse.

 …

“Boss, don’t let us bring drinking water in. Isn’t it too obvious?”

Sanborn was a little worried. He was not worried about his former colleagues, but he was worried that the people in the Museum of History would discover their intentions.

“I just want to tell them clearly to get out of here.”

Xu Chuan took out a bottle of bottled purified water from a box, unscrewed the cap and wanted to take a sip, then thought about it and screwed it back on again.

Throwing the bottle back into the box, Xu Chuan continued, "From now on, people in the Museum of History are not allowed to leave, and the same goes for those from SEAL Team 6."

 The method they want to use is actually non-lethal, which is to put extreme pressure on these people.

 Just like the previous explosion, although it cannot kill people, no one can bear this.

 “Boss, there’s news.”

Mohammed on the side came over with a phone, "The people from the Museum of History have started to take action. They should be looking for someone."

Xu Chuan nodded, "Let our people cooperate well. Those temporary American employees in the company can leave if they want to."

 Umbrella still has many daily jobs here, and many of these people are temporarily hired in Morocco.

 To be honest, in these extremely backward areas, an American is quite useful.

However, most of them don't know the details of Umbrella, and they don't know that the current situation has a lot to do with Umbrella.

It is indeed normal for these people to want to leave. Of course, there are not many of them. There are only seven or eight people in this situation in the company.

It is impossible for the company to pay for the twenty thousand dollars that their motherland wants.

 At most, prepare a car for them and take them to the airport safely.

 The current situation is increasingly out of Umbrella's control.

This kind of trick to demagogue people cannot be used frequently, as it will really backfire.

 These people gathered together can be incited by you, and they can be incited by others using the same method.

The vice president's people have begun to take action in the past two days. Xu Chuan guessed that it was because he needed this political achievement to drive the Americans out of Nansudan.

His speech on the TV station today has already begun to become extreme.

As long as the troops who support him get arms, it is conceivable that it will be a large-scale war.

But that’s fine. Since the Vice President wants to take the blame, Xu Chuan certainly has no reason to stop him.

Xu Chuan doesn’t want to have a head-on conflict with the Yankees.

 …

 At dawn the next day, Jason Hayes and the members of Team B drove out of the Museum of History smoothly.

 “Fuck, I guessed it right.”

These guys really want them to leave quickly.

 If time is enough, he must find this person.

But now, he lowered his head and glanced at the information in his hand.

Eric Wilkinson, this man lives in a village on the southern outskirts of Juba. The agent told them that his location was inaccessible and they must bring him back safely.

By the way, there is another person, Craig Martin.

 Jason looked back at Sean Pierce, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and then asked, "Are you sure Mr. Martin is still alive?"

 “No, I’m not sure.”

 Shaun Pierce shook his head. His mother only gave him a name.

However, he found the entry registration information of this person. This person lived in the Crown Hotel, not too far from the Grand History Museum.

 They drove to the hotel in less than ten minutes.

“Is this the road condition that the Zhengfu Army drove for four hours?”

Sonny Quinn looked at the clean streets and felt more and more that he had been tricked.

The other people's faces are also not very good-looking.

  Jason Hayes shook his head. They didn't have much time and didn't have time to worry about these things now.

The group of people walked into the hotel. The atmosphere here was not tense, but there were obviously fewer guests.

 Those who have a way and a way have left Juba.

Jason and Sean Pierce walked to the front desk, while others were scattered around on guard.

There was a black girl in uniform at the front desk. She asked them in fluent English with a smile, "Can I help you?"

“Of course, have you seen this person? We are from the same company as him, and he has not been in contact with the company for several days.”

Sean Pierce gave the young lady a handsome smile and said, "We are all worried about him. I wonder if you can help me."

The other person raised his eyebrows and scanned the people in front of him.

“Sorry, you know, we can’t disclose guest information.”

 The young lady’s professional smile has not changed at all, and Sean Pierce’s beauty trap has not worked at all.

  Jason Hayes took out twenty knives from his pocket and handed it over, "Is it okay now?"

 This young lady took it directly, then looked at Sean Pierce, "You are not my type."

Then he put the money between his breasts, "But this guest has already checked out, so it's not a violation of professional ethics on my part."

 Then they learned that Craig Martin had already checked out and was escorted to the airport by bodyguards.

“Mr Martin told us that they had tickets to leave Juba, you know how it is now, and that was really enough for him to show off.”

“By the way, he seemed very happy and tipped us and the doorman.”

The young lady took the money and told the whole thing in detail, even calling the doorman who was helping people carry their luggage.

 “You mean he walked away on his own?”

 “Of course, he has his own car and his own bodyguards.”

 The two Jason looked at each other and understood what the other meant. This matter was troublesome.

 After leaving the hotel, Jason immediately asked, "Do you know where he hired the bodyguard?"

 “I’ll ask someone to inquire about it.”

 The clues here have been cut off, and they can only find the second mission target.

Eric Wilkinson lives in a village outside the city. Although the house he lives in is not the kind of mud house that the locals live in, it is still shabby enough.

This surprised Jason and others. The guy in front of them with blond hair and a face full of vicissitudes of life was only twenty-six years old.

He looks not much younger than Jason. He doesn’t look like a promising Ivy League student in the information at all. He looks more like a farmer.

 “Mr. Wilkinson?”

  Jason Hayes asked.

The other party looked at them a little strangely, "Do you need anything?"

 “We are here to take you and your wife away.”

 “Take us away? Where?”

 Jason also felt strange, "Of course I'm leaving the country."

Hearing this answer, Wei Jinson's expression showed helplessness for a moment, and then anger, "I know, but I won't leave."

 At this time, a black woman came out from the back of the house. Her hair was shorter than that of Wilkinson.

“This is my wife, Samia, and we are installing an irrigation system that she designed,” Weikinson said.

 Jason's expression was very confused. He had no idea that this man was so determined. In his opinion, there was nothing good about this poor place.

 And someone has already paid for his ticket.