Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 907: Advertisement (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

  (The title is wrong and cannot be changed, this is Chapter 903)

"Cheer up for me. This is a rare opportunity for others to pay for advertising. Don't screw it up for me." Xu Chuan looked at the crooked melons and cracked dates in the car and shouted. With.

Xuchuan has been deliberately controlling the development of Umbrella in the past two years, but even so, Umbrella's scale has reached a point where it has to start expanding.

 Development plans in Africa are the first step in this expansion.

Now we can take advantage of this opportunity to show off Umbrella's strength. The target audience is of course not ordinary people, but Umbrella's potential customers. It seems that they are currently discussing cooperation, but they are still unsure about Umbrella's strength. Skeptical South Sudan.

“I know, boss, if you ask me, as long as you show your face, we will definitely be famous.” Curtis was in a good mood, which meant that he could earn a lot of extra money.

 “Get out of here!”, Xu Chuan extended his middle finger. Although many countries and organizations already knew that the boss of Umbrella and UC Technology were the same person, this did not mean that he needed to stand in front of the stage.

Of course, sooner or later, everyone will find that these two companies that seem to be totally unrelated are owned by the same company. After all, their logos are the same, but that will happen in the future.

“Hurry up, those Nusra Front people are probably preparing for the third wave of attacks.” Xu Chuan patted the car door and told them to leave quickly. If two of them died, it would be money.

Xu Chuan didn't go with him. There was no need for him to be involved in such a small business.

 He was drinking coffee in the company while looking at the drone footage.

This is about four or five kilometers away from the intelligence station, which is not too far away. It only takes a few minutes to drive. Curtis has already got the phone number of Bob, the director of the intelligence station, and contacted him on the way.

“Hey, man, we’re on the way. We’ll be there in five minutes. Get ready.”

There were a total of two trucks, two SUVs, and four armed pickup trucks, which were enough to pull these people away in one trip.

The people at the intelligence station are almost all ready. Only the GRS is still maintaining combat status. They all know that they cannot relax until the end, and those extremists are probably still watching them somewhere.

“I don’t know if those guys are reliable.” Tanto looked at the horizon that had begun to glow with white light and kept talking.

"After all, those people at HCLI have set such a high price. It doesn't look like perfunctory." Ron replied, not afraid of the other party's high price. This at least proves that they have the confidence that others do not have.

As he was talking, a dull explosion suddenly came from the distance. Everyone in GRS looked at the direction of the sound in confusion until a sharp whistling sound was heard in the air a few seconds later.

 “Mortar!” Ron shouted directly, and then quickly lay down on the spot holding his head.

A few seconds later, an 81mm shell hit the fence of the yard, overturning a car parked there.

 The shock wave shattered the windows of the nearby building, shocking the people inside.

Bob also lay on the ground holding his cell phone, and many people in the room started crying.

“HCLI, where are you guys? We’re under fire.” Bob yelled, holding his cell phone.

Curtis over there had already heard the sound of the explosion, "I heard it, please stay hidden, we will take care of it." He hung up the phone.

 “Hello…!” Bob shouted several times while holding the phone. He lay in the corner and didn’t dare to move. After hearing that there was no movement on the phone, he leaned forward and pulled the walkie-talkie on the table to the ground.

 “Ron, what’s going on?”

 …

“Boss, did you hear that?” Curtis used the walkie-talkie to contact Xu Chuan.

Xu Chuan has been using a drone to keep an eye on the situation near the intelligence station. The mortar is in an alley 1.5 kilometers away from the intelligence station. Someone is lying on the roof with a telescope to observe the impact point, and the gunner is making corrections. parameter.

This situation is basically unsolvable for GRS. If the opponent has enough artillery shells, it can really kill all the people in the intelligence station.

 But in that case, Xu Chuan would be very embarrassed.

He had already prepared for this situation. Umbrella's drone unit had already controlled suicide drones and flew over the mortar position. If he wanted to, the Nusra Front's first shell would not be able to fire.

But that would not show the value of Umbrella. Now that there is such a shell at the bottom, the Americans will only feel that the money is really worth it.

Following Xu Chuan's order, the two drones quickly rushed toward the mortar.

Limited by size, the explosives currently loaded on this drone, which is similar to a loitering bomb, are only equivalent to two 40mm grenades, but it is enough to deal with infantry.

One rushed towards the ammunition boxes on the ground, and the other rushed towards the surrounding crowd. Two explosions were heard in the distance, followed by a bigger explosion, and the two boxes of artillery shells exploded.

The black smoke from the explosion shot up into the air, and a gap was opened in the roadside wall. Six or seven bodies were lying on the ground, including the gunner and several senior officials of the Nusra Front.

The others were originally prepared to launch another attack after the shells were fired, but now they all didn't know what to do.

 Everyone looked at each other at a loss. Just now, all their commanders were blown up into the sky.

While these extremists were hesitating, the convoy with the Umbrella logo temporarily spray-painted arrived at the gate of the intelligence station. The heavily armed Curtis jumped out of the SUV and patted the gate hard.

“Little Red Riding Hoods, I’m here to take you home.” Curtis’ loudspeaker voice spread throughout the street. Two armed pickup trucks armed with M2HB-QCB heavy machine guns crossed them to establish a defensive line in front of the fence.

After a while, the iron door was pushed open a little, and two GRS could be seen through the crack of the door hiding behind the bunker, with their guns pointed at the door.

These people are very careful and have not relaxed at this time, which shows their professional ability.

 Seeing that the leader was obviously an American, GRS lowered its guard.

 “You guys came just in time.” Tanto complained. The shell just now almost scared him to the point of peeing. This was no joke at all.

It’s hard to explain how desperate they were when they were almost driven away by mortars after struggling through the night.

“Hey, man, you should complain to your boss about this, not me.” With Curtis’ foul mouth, no one except Xu Chuan could make him suffer.

Scott, who was sitting in the car, looked at the Ranger tattoo on Tanto’s arm and said directly, “Ranger kitties, daddy is here to pick you up.”

Tanto put the rifle behind his back and said, "Fuck you...", and rushed forward, ready to take action. Ron quickly held him back. Now was not the time for a fight.

"Are you from HCLI?" He first looked at the armed men in these cars. In addition to the black man standing under the car and the guy who needed a beating, there were also some Middle Easterners who looked very similar to each other. They are mercenaries, and their equipment is more American-style.

 After taking a look at the logo painted on the car, Ron felt like he had seen it somewhere.

But these are not important now. He pushed Tanto to the back and asked the uneasy man to quickly call everyone out.

 Bob and other intelligence officers did not need to be greeted at all. They were already waiting in the yard with the large and small bags they had prepared. Several women all shed tears of excitement.

Everyone started to board the car. There were two GRS SUVs in the intelligence station. For safety, they chose to drive by themselves, including Bob, who also sat in their car. As the station leader, he still had some things in his bag that he had to carry. Go information.

“Webmaster, where did they come from?” asked a GRS. This group of people did not look like HCLI people. It was not like they had never been to the port in Benghazi. He had also seen people from HCLI.

Bob glanced out of the car window, and then took out a UC mobile phone from his pocket, "Haven't you ever used a smartphone?"

Ron looked at the white umbrella pattern on the back of the fuselage and suddenly realized, "Damn it, why does it look so familiar?"

 But now a new problem has arisen, how could a mobile phone maker appear here.

Bob shook his head. He obviously knew the inside story, but he didn’t want to say anything now.

The extremists saw people from the intelligence station getting into the car from a distance, but without their leader, they didn't know what to do now. Some people had already run away with weapons.

However, there were also extremely extreme people who wanted to launch an attack regardless of the heavy machine guns mounted on two armed pickup trucks. Without exception, these people were all pushed to the ground by others, who then cursed these people in the local language, "Are you... You’re blind, didn’t you see the umbrella pattern?”

Most of these people are native locals. To be honest, they may not know what the US military looks like, but they all know the legend of this pattern.

The U.S. military might just drop bombs on their heads, but the people represented by this image would literally drag them out and cement them on the side of the road.

 Umbrella’s name here can really make a child stop crying.

 The GRS people don’t know this, just because their longest deployment in Benghazi was only three months.

These surviving extremists just watched the convoy pulling the Americans and driving away from the scene. These people had no idea that there were many pairs of eyes in the sky watching them. If there was any abnormality, they would also be blown up into the sky.

"Ron, Ron, what happened over there? I heard an explosion." Glenn Doherty, who was trying to transport Stevens to the airport, immediately heard the explosion. Ron was contacted and he could tell it was the sound of a mortar.

 Ron was sitting in the car, "The matter has been resolved, we will take a boat from the port to Italy." He had no idea that he would evacuate before the other party.

"Fuck, you're so lucky." Glenn cursed. He didn't ask about the specific situation because he was so angry now that his people were looking for an ambulance and needed an accompanying doctor. Stevens didn't have one yet. He regained consciousness, but Tripoli asked him to transport the people back.

Two heavily armed deltas were guarding the door of the ward, as if no strangers were allowed to approach. Most of the nearby patients, doctors and nurses walked around.

Several people from local armed groups were surrounding Glenn Doherty to ask for the balance. This guy was extremely annoyed. How could anyone ask for the balance after half of the work was done?

However, after a while he knew why. As the sun rose, more and more senior Benghazi officials and pro-Western armed groups began to appear in the hospital. The connections they had been looking for all night finally appeared. .

 So, the reason why I asked him for the balance was because the armed organization that sent them knew very well that they would probably not be able to use them in the future.

 Somewhere in the hospital, Alex was replying to Amanda, "The GRS people are guarding the ward, and I have no chance at all."

　　It was too late when he gave her the order to take action. GRS had already arrived at the hospital. It was impossible for her to escape unscathed after killing Stevens under the close guard of so many people.

Amanda's mood was not as irritable as Alex thought. When the extremists began to attack the intelligence station, she knew that things were in trouble. These people were indeed unreliable.

As for the news that Stevens was sent to the hospital, the organization received the news from behind the CIA, which made Amanda passive.

 But this matter has little to do with Alex. The execution of this plan is entirely the request of the boss. To make an actually simple thing so complicated, something went wrong.

Senator Madeleine said she lost her temper, but Amanda just smiled. She gave the other party the right advice, but the other party insisted on having his own way. Regardless of whether he was a senator or not, she should have understood by now. , it is the right choice to leave this kind of matter to professionals.

"You can come back, Stevens can't die now." It could be said to be an accident in the Grand Club, but now if Stevens dies in an accident, everyone will think there is something wrong, Madeleine This group of people is not monolithic, let alone another faction watching them.

It is said that Senator Madeleine plans to run for the next President of the United States, and now this matter is likely to become a stain on her. However, even so, Stevens cannot move now and can only wait until the heat of the matter subsides. Think of it again.

Alex hung up the phone, took one last look at the direction of the ward around the corner, then took off the doctor's white coat and threw it into the recycling bin aside, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

Frost, who was guarding the door, glanced at the location where Alex left with vigilance, and only moved his gaze in other directions after finding nothing unusual.

More and more people and even the media gathered in the hospital. It was said that the mayor of Benghazi would arrive soon. Glenn looked angry but had no choice.

However, he was relieved. In this situation, at least Stevens would no longer be in danger.

He walked to the door of the ward and said to the two deltas, "Brothers, you can take a rest first. I estimate that the flight back to Tripoli may not take off for a while."

This group of Benghazi executives must have finished the show before arranging a doctor for him. They won't be able to leave for a while.

 …

 On the other side, GRS, which had successfully arrived at the port, finally started a fight with Damien Scott.

This guy's bad mouth is as bad as Curtis's, and the two of them are comrades in the same team. They harmed several seals, marines and rangers all in one chorus.

 Several GRS couldn't bear it anymore, and all the pressure from the night burst out at this time.

Tanto, who had long disliked Scott, took off his equipment and rushed over to roll with him.

 (End of this chapter)