Chapter 898: Killing with a Borrowed Knife (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Chapter 898: Killing with a Borrowed Knife (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

“Ron, the GPS was found and was thrown on the roadside.” The GRS team member who drove the Mercedes-Benz before walked into their office, holding the positioning device that Xu Chuan had thrown on the road.

“I asked the vendors along the way, and they were all pretending to be stupid. It would be great if there were drones.”

Just as Xu Chuan thought, the CIA would not arrange a Predator for an ordinary meeting.

“Satellite photos, go to Jill Anne and ask her to check the satellite photos from that time.” Ron threw the broken equipment on the table.

“Captain, why me? I don’t want to face those top students from Harvard and Yale.”

 Ron leaned back on the chair and put his legs on the table, "Tanto, of course that's because I've never slept with Gilanne."

 One sentence made everyone else in the room smile obscenely.

 “You **** must be jealous of my charm.”

They are not formal employees of the CIA. They can only be regarded as temporary workers who are paid to do things. There is a natural gap between them and these highly educated intelligence agents.

This guy named Tanto was originally named Chris Parendo. He was a former member of the Rangers. Tanto was his code name. He had a somewhat cynical personality and was considered a black sheep by the webmaster Bob.

Then he slept with Bob's best intelligence officers. Of course, the main reason was because all of them were under great pressure in this war-torn place, not to mention the nature of their work, which gave them plenty of resources. Reasons to indulge yourself.

Judging from the garbage collected every day, this information station consumes a large number of small umbrellas every day.

Even though the other people were laughing at Tanto just now, in fact, they all have their own temporary P friends.

 Even Gil Anne has more than one P friend.

The station manager Bob did not report this incident, because the lost car was not on the asset list of the intelligence station, so it was not a loss, and no one was killed or injured. The general manager of Libiya Oil Company, who was the target, He also said that he could make another appointment.

There is no need to report it and cause trouble for himself. He still wants to enjoy life happily with a high pension.

 However, what should be investigated is still where the people who followed them came from, and was the person who stole the car also part of the same group?

Jil Anne had already tried to find satellite pictures before Tanto came to her. This required some luck, as there might not have been satellites passing over the place where the incident occurred at that time.

 …

 After Dashi Stevens returned to Benghazi, he immediately threw himself into intense work. His job was not only to retrieve the missiles, but also to deal with the relationship with the Libi Yaxian government.

At present, there are two major forces in Libija. One is the Libiyan National Army, which has the strongest military strength in Benghazi. Yes, it is the National Army that Umbrella found an excuse to deal with in the early days.

 The other faction is the internationally recognized Unity Government in Tripoli, but their strength is really not enough.

Of course there is a hidden third party, which is the hundreds and dozens of tribes distributed in Libija. These tribal chiefs are also an important force affecting the situation in Libya.

 To obtain sufficient benefits, of course, you need to invest in the right people, and at the same time, you must also demonstrate the influence of the United States on geopolitics.

 However, this is indeed Europe’s traditional sphere of influence, and some things still need to consider the feelings of allies.

"Mr. Dashu, we have a meeting with the mayor of Benghazi tomorrow." Stevens' assistant, also his intelligence officer, stood in front of the swimming pool and told him about the work arrangements for the next day, "Where is the intelligence station?" The GRS team nearby will provide security services.”

 Stevens swam from one end of the swimming pool to the other, and then climbed out of the water to the shore. "Are they the same GRS I saw last time?"

 He had been there a few days ago, met with people from the intelligence station, and gave a brief speech.

Speaking of this matter, Stevens is not very happy. He has sent hundreds of emails about the need to strengthen security, but there has been no response from Washington.

It really made him feel very shameless that he had to trouble the CIA for such a matter. However, safety was of course the most important thing. He still needed to have a good relationship with the other party before his own security team could be supplemented. Otherwise, if something happened, there would be no People can help him.

“They don’t have many manpower, but fortunately this is a private meeting and it’s low-key enough. We just need to stay in the backyard for support.” The assistant had already contacted Bob, the head of the intelligence station, and the other party agreed immediately.

 Stevens took the bath towel and put it on his body, and nodded to the assistant, "No problem, you go ahead and make arrangements. Those GRS are all professionals."

Low-key meeting, this is an adjective that Stevens likes. The strong sense of crisis makes him dare not be too high-profile at all. Many people don't even know that he is in Benghazi. Otherwise, of course, such a meeting with obvious political meaning requires the media to take good care of it. Spread the word.

 …

 “A drinking party? I don’t drink.” In the afternoon, Curtis received an invitation from the secretary of the mayor of Benghazi. Umbrella had an office in Benghazi that handled some chores.

 There are several local people employed there to do some daily work, such as filing personal taxes and so on. These people are also doing some work that requires external relations.

This invitation was sent here as it should, but the content was not actually an invitation to him, but the local person in charge of Umbrella. If Xu Chuan was not here, it should be for Masuku.

"Then let me go. There is no news from Gogol and Nansudan yet. I happen to have nothing to do these days." Xu Chuan thought for a while and said, he had nothing to do anyway, so he might as well go over and join in the fun.

Curtis secretly paid a moment of silence to the mayor. It was hard to say what kind of bad luck this God of Doom would bring them.

Xu Chuan took the invitation and looked at it twice, then said with a smile, "Oh, that unlucky Mr. American driver will also go."

This unlucky Dachai will not be smoked to death like the one in his previous life.

Do you think it would be too childish to prepare a gas mask for him as a greeting gift?

"No, boss, as long as he still has some blood, he should ask the security guards to throw him out." Curtis was already accustomed to this person's brain circuit. What the **** is giving away a gas mask.

Xu Chuan thought for a while and chose the former between not being regarded as a lunatic and saving someone's life, "Forget it."

The same invitations have been sent to many people in Benghazi. Without exception, these people are all prominent local figures, high-ranking officials, entrepreneurs and local celebrities. They are far away from Stevens' low-key ideas. .

Not to mention, the mayor is also planning to inform the local media. Now everyone will know that the American fleet has arrived in Benghazi.   …

"I have contacted the person named Tamara from the Ansar Al Sharia organization. He has begun preparing to attack the target building." Alex was communicating with Amanda on the satellite phone. .

Tamara arrived in Benghazi this afternoon. With a few men and a large amount of cash, this guy found an armed organization entrenched in Benghazi. This organization is extremely anti-American. It seems that this guy is very smart. Those who plan to use their own people will at least not be used as scapegoats in the first place.

"Move quickly. Your Majesty's side is almost unable to withstand it. Stevens' request cannot be delayed forever. When the Marine Corps takes over the defense, the difficulty of taking action will increase sharply." Amanda said said on the phone.

"I don't have any problems here, but there is a GRS team in that CIA intelligence station. If an attack occurs, they should be able to rush to the scene quickly." Alex stood in front of the hotel window, holding a laser detector in her hand. The rangefinder is looking at Stevens' residence.

"You don't need to worry about that. The head of the intelligence station will stop them. This is not their responsibility in the first place. It is reasonable to restrict GRS from going out for the safety of the intelligence station." Amanda said with confidence.

"Okay, I hope." Alex said nothing more. Although she didn't like the feeling of giving up the initiative, unlike Nikita, she also didn't want to interfere in things that had nothing to do with her. , just do your part.

 So even if she felt that the group of GRS might affect the outcome of the mission, she just mentioned it in an understatement. As for whether she would listen or not, it was none of her business.

 …

"I can provide funds and a batch of equipment, and of course, the floor plan of the American Grand Prix. This is a good opportunity for you to make a name for yourself." Tamara made an appointment to sit in a very simple hotel in Benghazi. in the restaurant.

 The person opposite had messy curly hair, a pale face, and a nervous look on his face. If Ron from GRS had seen it, he would have discovered that this was the group that followed them in the morning.

“Then why did you give me the opportunity?” This person is obviously not of North African descent, but a Middle Easterner, probably an Iraqi.

Tamara did not make friends with the other party, but said directly, "Because I am a businessman and have no interest in being famous."

 The person opposite had a mocking smile on his face, but he did not comment on Tamara's behavior.

"It seems that Mr. Dashu will attend the mayor's banquet tomorrow. Do you have any connections? I can send someone in." As he said this, the man made an explosive movement with his hands, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. .

 The muscles on Tamara's face twitched twice. To be honest, he really didn't like dealing with this kind of person.

"It's best not to do it. We don't know the situation at the mayor's residence. If we fail, the Americans will definitely strengthen the guards. Then we will be in trouble."

The person opposite thought for a moment and then nodded, "What you said makes sense."

 Speaking, he stood up, and the two men behind Tamara immediately took a step forward. They were very wary of these madmen.

The man smiled and didn't care about Tamara's vigilance. He patted the travel bag on the table and said, "Okay, my brother, I'm very satisfied with your offer. Now I'm just waiting for your equipment to be delivered." "

Tamara is quite sincere in paying two hundred thousand US dollars plus equipment for one hundred people, and another two hundred thousand after the project is completed.

To be honest, it feels a bit contemptuous to buy the life of an American sailor at this price. However, this is a country with numerous armed organizations after the war. The money and equipment are enough to build a pretty good team. .

"Damn it, every time I see this guy, I feel like I'm being targeted by a wild beast." Tamara walked out of the restaurant and got into her car. She looked out the car window and saw a black flag flying on a nearby house. On it is written in white paint, 'Set up the Yanusra Front', and Nusra means victory.

 Tamara decided to stay away from these people. They were all lunatics and psychopaths, and she had no idea what was going on in their chaotic brains.

“Abdu, do you really want to cooperate with this greedy guy?” On the second-floor terrace of the house, the man who had just discussed business with Tamara was watching Tamara’s car drive away.

"There is no way. We are short of money and people at this stage, so we can only cooperate with him. Moreover, this proposal is indeed very tempting." Hearing his subordinates' questions, Abdul replied without even turning his head.

"The development momentum of Culiya is very good. We also need to make some achievements. An American driver is a good stepping stone. By the way, there are also those mice who always think they are hiding well. . ”, an excited smile appeared on Abdul’s face.

He is talking about the CIA's intelligence station. Those people still think that they are well hidden. In fact, their existence has long been tacitly understood by many people.

Abdou didn’t find it difficult to attack two targets at the same time. The so-called Grand Driving Hall didn’t have any decent guarding force at all. The people of the Fierce World Brigade were all a mob.

And there were only about twenty or thirty people in the intelligence station. Even without Tamara's intelligence, the Nusra Front had been conducting investigations for a period of time and even made some arrangements.

He now has 150 men at his disposal. Taking these two targets should not be a big problem. Of course, the premise is that Tamara's intelligence is accurate and there will be no reinforcements to support the Americans during this period.

 No matter from any angle, this is a good deal, and the Janusra Front really needs a chance to prove itself.

Tamara acted quickly, because the American woman didn't give him long. The equipment for the hundred people he promised arrived in Benghazi that night. He bought it from his acquaintances in the National Army, including light and heavy weapons and Some individual equipment.

 …

 Early the next morning, members of GRS arrived at Stevens' residence. Ron and Stevens' security team gave a mission briefing and arranged their respective work.

"It doesn't look like anything special. This mission is not complicated." Jack Silva took one last look at the floor plan of the mayor's official residence. The entire official residence in the old city by the sea is an ancient stone building. Easy to defend but difficult to attack.

 There are no commanding heights within two kilometers that can be used by snipers. As long as the number of people entering and exiting is controlled, safety can be guaranteed 100%.

“It’s not a big problem. Everyone who comes to the banquet has invitations.” Ron glanced at the mission briefing.

“There will be a short speech at 11:45, followed by a private meeting with the mayor, and then a banquet...” Stevens’ assistant was finalizing the itinerary with him.

 Twenty minutes later, the GRS people opened the road ahead and four cars drove towards their destination.

Xu Chuan also changed into his least favorite formal suit and prepared to go out, but it was still considered a formal occasion, so if you didn't want to attract too much attention, it was best not to be too unique.

Putting a Glock 19 in a concealed holster on his waist, Curtis looked on and couldn't help but comment, "Boss, are you sure you can bring it in?"

 (End of this chapter)