Chapter 902: Bloody Benghazi (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)

Chapter 902: Bloody Benghazi (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)

Chapter 902: Bloody Benghazi (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

As the sun sets, the chaos in Benghazi seems to be getting worse, with no sign of relief.

Some people who were dressed unusually began to gather in front of the temporary diplomatic facility in Stevens. Different from the previous day, these people were obviously not civilians. They were wearing turbans and robes.

 The police car that had been parked here since noon seemed to know what was about to happen. Several police officers jumped in the car and drove away from the scene quickly.

The people in the Leshi Brigade seemed to be divided. Some people dropped their guns and ran away directly, while others stayed at the door and looked at the men in robes at a loss.

These people have gathered more and more, from five or six at the beginning to thirty or forty now.

　　When the last ray of sunlight disappeared, the men took off their robes to reveal the automatic weapons that had been hidden inside their robes.

The AKM's gunshots fired instantly, and the remaining brigade troops ran away. However, a few were hit by the bullets and fell to the ground. Some people tried to resist, but they were unable to organize an effective defense at all. The various bunkers at the door have all become decorations.

The residents living around quickly ran back home and closed their doors and windows, but some brave people stood on the terrace drinking tea while watching the excitement, and at the same time commented with others.

An RPG rocket hit the wall and exploded. The entrance door was opened. Some local staff ran out and did not close the door, allowing the extremists to successfully seize the front door.

The Umbrella people who had been hiding nearby were already impatient to wait. When they saw these people finally starting to take action, they all got out of the car cursing.

“Test the communication system one last time.” Xu Chuan said, holding the PTT on his shoulder.

Although they were dressed simply, they all had walkie-talkies hidden under their clothes, linked by headsets, and wrapped in turbans so that no one could tell.

 “The call is normal, Over.”…

“Listen up, everyone, this time the environment is complicated, everyone must wear armbands as identification.” Xu Chuan pointed to the bright red armband on his arm.

Those extremists are dressed in different clothes. I really don’t know how they distinguish themselves.

Everyone agreed, and then picked up their weapons to check and load them. They were all AKMS and an RPD light machine gun.

 Umbrella's action began. They spread out to form a loose L formation. When they approached the back door, they suddenly shouted, "The Lishi Brigade will win."

They did not distinguish between the people at the back door, but treated the extremists and the real brigade as enemies.

Compared with Qianmen, which is the key offensive location, there are much fewer extremists here, including only seven or eight members of the Leshi Brigade who are resisting.

When Umbrella's men came up from behind, these people couldn't resist at all. After a burst of gunfire, everyone else fell to the ground.

 “Clear!”

 “Clear!”

 After refilling the guns of the fallen man, two of them went over and tried to push open the iron door, while the others were responsible for guarding in all directions.

They moved quickly, because the Nusra Front men at the front door had already rushed into the courtyard and were trying to open the control room built with bulletproof materials at the door.

“I’ll go to the tactical center and hold it for twenty minutes.” Xu Chuan said on the intercom, and then quickly ran to the designated position.

 Curtis and others first checked the nearby surveillance cameras, and then ran to the main building where Stevens lived.

Several RPG rockets exploded on the outer wall of the building, and countless stones and cement blocks fell down. In addition to the frames reinforced with bulletproof materials, the glass of the windows of the house was shattered all over the floor.

Two DSS agents have escorted Stevens into the safe house and locked the safety door at the door. This special fence door is difficult to break violently without high explosives.

 Stevens was hiding in a corner shivering in his body armor. He kept praying in his heart and scolded the incompetent executives in Washington. How could this situation have happened if security had been strengthened earlier.

 He thought again of the box he received in the morning. The gas mask inside had puzzled him for a while. Now it seemed like someone was giving him a warning.

The DSS agents kept calling for support, calling their superiors, Tripoli, and the US Africa Command. However, they knew in their hearts that the only realistic ones were the few experienced GRS 1.9 kilometers away. .

They kept calling the intelligence station, and even contacted each other directly by phone to give the brothers a hand.

This safe house is like a desperate situation. As long as you hide in, it will be difficult for people outside to get in, but it also means that you can't get out. They can only hope that someone will support them before these extremists attack.

The other two DSS agents, one holding an MK18, huddled in the dormitory next to the tactical center, and the other was watching the surveillance in Xu Chuan's target computer room.

Men from the Nusra Front had rushed to Stevens's residence and received a decent resistance for the first time.

 Curtis led his men to establish a temporary position on the right side of the main building with the RPD light machine gun as the center.

“Be careful, don’t hit them too accurately, just suppress them here.” Curtis shouted on the intercom, remembering that he was not here to rescue Mr. Dashu from the United States.

 Otherwise, if these people from the opposite side rush over in a swarm, he can guarantee to eliminate half of the opponent's men in the first time.

“The primary target is the RPG.” Curtis held the AKMS and knocked down a rocket launcher. The RPG rocket flew into the air when the opponent fell to the ground.

The Nusra Front, which was blocked, also stabilized its position after the initial panic and began to shoot at these people across a swimming pool.

Abdul, who was also holding an AKM, hid behind a marble pillar at the door of the building and shot towards Curtis, shouting for his companions to press up and resist him.

 Because they have occupied the gate of the main building, according to the intelligence, the American fleet should be inside. As long as they hold the gate, they will have time to rush in and drag the American out.

Very good, he went with the other party. Curtis also had no intention of rushing up. What they needed to cover was Xu Chuan who had already touched the outside of the computer room. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't be exposed, the two sides might as well discuss it and do it themselves. Don't mess with anyone of your own.

 Xu Chuan has arrived outside the tactical center. The lights are still on inside, but the dormitory next to it is dark.

He lowered his body close to the wall and slowly moved under the window of the dormitory. There was a figure standing on the window.

I don’t know who it is, but it’s probably the DSS agent in charge of security. This guy has probably locked the dormitory door and is shivering inside.

Xu Chuan ignored him. In this case, the other party did not dare to go out at all. However, when he passed the door, he used the wire he picked up to help the other party reinforce the outside.

Behind the dormitory is the computer room. Next to it is a substation connected to their tactical center. There should be a weapons depot inside. A DSS agent in the computer room was looking at the pictures of all the monitoring locations in front of the surveillance equipment, and then used the walkie-talkie to tell Stevens the situation outside, while constantly calling for support from the outside.

“Tripoli, the Benghazi Grand Airport was attacked, and we need support.” This guy looked at the extremists everywhere on the screen and was about to cry.

 “GRS, are you there? We can’t hold on much longer.”.

At this time, Xu Chuan was outside the door, listening to what was going on inside. He tried to pull the door handle to make sure it was locked inside.

He took out a loaded C2 door-breaking explosive from the bag behind him and stuck it on the door lock. He installed an electric detonator connected to a wire and hid aside. Then he quickly pressed the handle of the M57 detonator three times.

Little knowledge (C2 formula: 78.7% RDX + 12% dinitrotoluene + 5% TNT + 2.7% mononitrotoluene + 0.3% wet nitrocellulose (dissolved in collodion) + 0.3% wet nitrocellulose (dissolved in collodion) Phenol) + 1% special solvent (it seems to be a mixture of oil and plasticizer). Another: RDX (Black Sodium), the English translation of Hexogen, the chemical name is cyclotrimethylene trinitramine).

At the same time that the electric current detonated the detonator, the C2 explosive produced an explosion power that was incompatible with its size. A hole was directly blown out of the steel security door and door lock, and the entire door was completely deformed.

 Hmm I could vaguely hear the person inside shouting, "Ohmy...fuckyou!"

Xu Chuan took this opportunity to rush over, raised his leg and kicked the door open. Then he picked up the **** of his gun and hit the stunned DSS agent on the head.

Before the opponent's right hand touched the pistol on the table, the **** of the gun came into close contact with the opponent's forehead. With a "boom", the guy fell to the ground.

“Well, if it sounds good, it’s a good start.” Xu Chuan muttered to himself, took out a tie and tied it up with this guy to prevent him from waking up and causing trouble.

"Okay, let's start working." Throwing the bag on the table, Xu Chuan looked around the computer room. There were more than a dozen monitors hanging on the wall in front of him, which displayed the pictures of all the monitoring equipment here.

 There are two sets of cabinets against the wall, which contain several servers and disk arrays, as well as network equipment such as switches and routers.

To be honest, Young Master Xu’s computer knowledge is limited to being able to disassemble and assemble computer hosts. Apart from recognizing the brand of the server, he really doesn’t know how to play with it.

But it doesn’t matter, he has technical support, and now he is the technical support of a team.

Birkhoff was already ready in Morocco. Xu Chuan took out a network device developed by Umbrella from his bag and plugged it directly into the router.

 Then he took out his tactical terminal, turned on the video function, and started to establish contact with Birkhoff.

“I’ve connected the device, what are you doing now?” Xu Chuan asked, looking at Birkhoff’s slightly deformed face on the screen.

"Brother, I've seen it. All you have to do now is don't touch anything and make sure not to cut off the power." Birkhoff warned him in a serious tone while operating on the computer.

“Would it look like I’m too relaxed if I don’t do anything?” Xu Chuan sat on a chair and put his feet on the table with the monitor.

"Brother, you should be more boring. Give us ten minutes and all the information in this server will be yours." Birkhoff was very excited. "Not only that, I can also use this server to provide information to the CIA." By implanting a Trojan horse in the system, Nikita and Smith will no longer need to smuggle themselves back to the United States, and I can give them a new identity."

“Well done.” Xu Chuan gave a thumbs up in front of the camera, “By the way, don’t forget to destroy the surveillance data.”

“Don’t worry, it’s done, but to be on the safe side, you’d better physically destroy them later.”

 Xu Chuan took out four AN-M14 thermite grenades from his bag and put them in the cabinet to prepare.

The fighting outside was still going on. The Nusra Front people had already entered the main building where Stevens was located. After searching or ransacking all the rooms upstairs and downstairs, the extremists who could not find anyone set their sights. In a safe house blocked by an iron fence.

"Pooh, Pooh, how's the situation outside?" A call came from the walkie-talkie that fell on the ground. Xu Chuan reached out to pick it up and put it on the table.

The voice on the intercom was very anxious, "We have entered the safe house with the ambassador, Winnie, what is the situation now, where is our support?"

The other party kept calling this guy named Winnie. Xu Chuan looked down at the white man lying unconscious in the corner. It seemed that it was him.

Xu Chuan looked at the pictures on more than a dozen monitors in front of him. The Nusra Front people were still shooting at Curtis and the others, but they were on the suppressed side. Curtis and the others did not use all their strength, but relied on Confronting each other in the bunker makes these extremists feel the pressure.

 Their main targets are those armed with heavy weapons, while others are mainly suppressed.

Since the other party had already found Da Kai’s hiding place, all his attention was focused on the safe house.

Abdu held an AKM and fired at the iron gate, but except for the rebounding stray bullets that accidentally injured two of his men, there was no effect.

On the other side, a quarrel was taking place in the CIA intelligence station.

"Bob, we are about to lose the initiative. You should know what will happen next." Ron, who was almost fully armed, said while looking at the station manager who was still on the phone.

 At the beginning of the attack, Ron and others were already ready to send out support, and until now they are still waiting for orders.

And the webmaster Bob has been very annoyed by the other party. Now he finally knows what the previous highly confidential email means. It is obvious that someone is trying to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

 So, he can only exercise his rights now, "You all have to wait for my order."

Ron did not give up, he was making excuses for Bob, "At least let us go to investigate, so that we can know whether support is necessary."

"No, what if you are ambushed? Who is going to rescue you?" Bob's attitude is very determined. He knows that this matter must not go wrong here. "Dachuan and the others have safe houses, guards, and For support, you are not the first choice. I will contact the people from the Brigade, and their people have already exchanged fire with those people."

 Ron had no choice. He was not the one who could make the decision here. He cursed in a low voice and walked out of the office.

 “What should we do? When will we go for support?” Tanto had already put on his tactical vest and was checking his weapons.

“Stand by, he needs to contact the Corps Brigade again.” Ron walked over holding his helmet.

“Ha, man, if the restaurant had ordered a pizza, it would have been delivered by now.” Tanto said mockingly.

At the same time, the U.S. Africa Command, headquartered in Stuttgart, Germany, has taken action, and rapid reaction forces have been deployed to air bases in Italy.

 News of the attack on the Benghazi Airport reached the Pentagon, the White House, and American spectators, who had already taken action. While preparing for support, they also started various performances to attract attention.

 (End of this chapter)