Chapter 442: Where does the malice come from (please collect, recommend, vote, and support)

Chapter 442: Where does the malice come from (please collect, recommend, vote, and support)

Chapter 442: Where does the malice come from (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Once again dodging the patrol team, the two Stonebridge men always kept their figures hidden in the shadows, and would only continue to move forward after confirming safety.

"Are you sure this is the CIA's safe house?" Stonebridge half-knelt on the ground with his gun pointed at the street, but he still glanced at the dangerous building with his peripheral vision.

There is no light in the whole building, and there is a huge crack in the wall on the side. It must have been blown up by a bomb from the coalition forces. The civilians have long since fled, and it really doesn't look like anyone.

 Finding the entrance, the two of them always pointed in the direction of possible threats. Kate turned on the gun light, took a quick look at the stairs going upstairs, and then turned it off.

As she was about to walk in, Stonebridge quickly grabbed her and pointed at her feet. There was a very thin steel wire in the shadow inside the door. Kate would definitely step on it with this step.

Stonebridge followed the wire and found two connected grenades. The safety pin had been halfway pulled out. This must be a booby trap made by Porter, which could both provide early warning and kill enemies who were following them.

 “Be careful.” John Porter is definitely the most dangerous now.

Kate looked happy and nodded gratefully. If this situation hurt one of her own, there would be no room for reasoning.

But this is also good news. At least there is a high probability that people are actually here, otherwise they would have to re-judge their location.

"Don't make a sound." Potter was cleaning up the blood on the ground when he suddenly frowned and seemed to hear some movement.

After a day of brutal fighting, the two had developed a certain tacit understanding. Hex was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall, but when he heard Potter's words, he jumped up from the ground and tiptoed to the door like a cat. On the other side, the gun in his hand was pointed at the wooden door.

Potter turned off the lights in the room immediately. The Glock 17 pointed at the door from the other side, ready to shoot as soon as possible if there was a situation.

 The door was knocked lightly twice, and the atmosphere became extremely tense. "Potter, this is Kate."

Hex looked at Potter, who nodded, but did not put down the gun in his hand. Hex unlocked the door and held the door handle.

With a creak, the door was pushed open. Kate stood at the door frame, pointing the gun at the ground to show that she was not hostile at all.

Stonebridge, standing under the steps facing the door, the muzzle of the gun was just above the top step, it was really difficult to spot him in the dark.

 Before safety is ensured, no matter how careful you are, it is correct.

"Why are you here?" Porter put away his gun and asked them to come in quickly. He looked behind him again to make sure no one was following him.

 The atmosphere was much better than before. You must know that the two people were yelling at their respective bosses just now.

“Colonel Grant, I immediately contacted the higher-ups and used the high-value intelligence in your hands to facilitate this operation. Let’s come over first to determine your location. Your phone was out of service before.” Kate explained to him.

“My phone was damaged.” Porter held up a mobile phone with a completely shattered screen and an unknown battery.

Hex had a soft smile on his face, "I don't know where I lost mine." This woman definitely looked like a good wife and mother when she wasn't crazy.

“It doesn’t matter, we will contact the command center, and after confirming your safety, the operation will begin.” Kate Marshall took out a high-power radio and directly contacted the military base in Sicily.

 “Hex, is the thing still there?” George Blake’s first words did not concern his men. In his mind, intelligence was the most important thing.

 Hex didn't show any surprise at all. This was the George Blake she knew, the European head of the CIA's Special Operations Division.

 “Of course, intact.”

 “Where’s the informant?”

"died."

Black's voice paused, "Please be careful not to be exposed. The task force will be on the road in an hour."

 Once the positions of the two people are determined, the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft can carry out targeted reconnaissance, and the command center can also plan the route and guide the task force.

First, the national army outside Misrata began to take advantage of the night to desperately attack the southeastern sides of the city, completely ignoring the shortage of arms caused by Umbrella's previous attack.

The government forces could only begin to fight. Although the hunt for Porter and Hex was still going on, the intensity was not as strong as before.

Four Black Hawk helicopters were already on the tarmac ready for departure. One of them was a backup, prepared in case the aircraft malfunctioned. The sound of the propellers tearing the air continued to make an ear-splitting roar.

"Let everyone be careful. The preliminary work of this mission is a piece of shit. The supporting rapid reaction force is actually French." Price, wearing a bunny hat on his head, grabbed Gates and shouted in his ear. A sound.

 Price has rich combat experience, and his words are basically the truth on the battlefield. This patchwork team is really unsettling, let alone not even having one night to prepare.

There was no simulation training, and the two teams had no running-in. Although they had trained together, it was of no use in a real fight.

"I understand." Gates agreed. Price turned around and found that Sandman was also explaining something to his team members. The two looked at each other and shook their heads vaguely. Sandman didn't think much of this either. actions.

 Surte, Xu Chuan was watching the hand-to-hand competition between Albert and Curtis on the training ground with boredom. Hey, what's so interesting about two black uncles fighting? He prefers to watch goblins fighting.

 “Curtis, **** him…”

 “fuckyou”…

Others were very excited to see it, probably because they had placed bets. There was very little entertainment here, and alcohol was prohibited. Although this prohibition was in vain for them, they still couldn't have a good drink.

In addition to finding women, that is gambling, these energetic lunatics get together. If you don't find something for them to do, they will get into trouble sooner or later. For example, they have already done several things with other PMC companies in Sirte. .

 Fortunately, these PMCs have set rules in private. Fighting is a fight, but they cannot be touched. Anyone who violates it will be kicked out of Sirte by others.

Even so, people will still die every three days. This group of people does not follow the rules. Who knows what the guy is doing behind his back, but few people take the initiative to provoke Umbrella. They have killed almost everyone in the past half month. Piles lined both sides of the road from Ojra to Ajdabiya.

No one intends to become another group of national soldiers, although they all believe that Umbrella's combat effectiveness is not much higher than theirs, they just don't want to provoke madmen.

"Have you heard? Azizia Barracks is recruiting mercenaries at a high price. They have already offered a price of 1,000 US dollars per day." The speaker was Williams. Every time Xu Chuan saw him, he wanted to make him COS. Eye.

"Is the colonel going to defend Tripoli?" Sanborn continued. This guy was holding a kettle, which actually contained whiskey shipped by Koko.

Xu Chuan curled his lips and said, "Tch, this guy wants to save face and suffer, and he may have run away a long time ago. Didn't you see the structural diagram of the Azizia Barracks? The underground passage inside leads directly to the airport."

"So he deliberately created the illusion that he is still defending Tripoli? What about those who support him? They did not die in vain." After being here for so long, many young people in Sirte have gone to Tripoli to prepare for the defense. The commander they support.

Xu Chuan spread his hands, "I just guessed, but he may not have left Tripoli yet. After all, he still needs to show up to boost morale. Videos are always unconvincing."

But time is running out. Misrata is located between Tripoli and Sirte. It is a transportation hub connecting the two important towns. As long as Misrata is still under the control of government forces, these two cities can support each other.

But now that NATO has deployed heavy rebel forces outside Misrata, we know that they are determined to win this city. The day Misrata was lost was the turning point for the collapse of the government forces. There was no support from Sirte in Tripoli. It’s definitely impossible to hold on to it.

But now that Umbrella has interfered with it, the situation in Misrata has become confusing. The people fighting the war are money and equipment. There is no use in having too many people. Look at the recent HCLI queues at sea. The freighter of the team knew that they were replenishing the ammunition they had lost before.

 Before the replenishment is completed, it is unlikely that any major action will be taken.

“Bell, the fight is about to begin.” Nikita walked over with long legs and handed him a report with doubtful eyes.

"We have just received news that the National Army has begun to storm Misrata in two directions." Her words attracted everyone's attention, including Curtis and Albert, who were entangled just now. They all stopped.

“WTF? You’re targeting me on purpose, right? I just said they weren’t ready and they’re starting to fight now.” This is where the malicious intent comes from.

Smith looked at the battle report and said, "You are right, they are definitely not prepared, and it is probably a temporary plan." In the eyes of the old man, the offensive side's actions were simply too rough. There were not enough manpower in the first place, and they were scattered all over the place. in both directions.

It is estimated that the government forces did not expect that the National Army could do this, and a small force was directly inserted into the city center. However, this also exposed the current lack of preparation of the National Army. Otherwise, using this as a fulcrum, they might really be able to tear a hole in the defense line. come out.

However, I didn’t follow up, and this small unit was made dumplings.

Xu Chuan lost interest after just one glance. The two chess pieces collided with each other.

This is just an ordinary battle report. It is impossible to write everything that happened, so they are just taking a peek.

Just like the trouble Price and his friends encountered, it would be impossible to appear on it.

"Where is the aircraft carrier? How could such a big aircraft carrier be missing?" Price was almost furious. The Charles de Gaulle aircraft carrier did not meet them at the designated location, but sailed to the coast of Libija, preparing to use the Rafale M-type ship Carrier aircraft conducts air strikes on Misrata.

 (End of this chapter)