Chapter 904: I’ve made a lot of money (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Chapter 904: I’ve made a lot of money (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

“Boss, Stevens climbed out of the back door by himself.” Curtis had been paying attention to the scene with a telescope, and Stevens actually climbed out of the fire.

It is undeniable that human beings’ will to survive is truly amazing.

 Xu Chuan was moving the DSS agent to a corner, while the other one hiding in the tactical center remained silent. To be honest, he should have heard the sounds outside.

 “Is he not dead yet?” Xu Chuan looked up, but saw nothing.

Curtis was sure, "Of course, he is still wearing the gas mask you sent."

"Damn, why don't he treat me to a meal quickly?" Xu Chuan threw the person aside, and then continued, "Ignore him, leave quickly, the drone should arrive in a while."

According to time calculation, the U.S. military's drone should have flown over the Mediterranean Sea by this time, and he didn't want to be stared at.

Xu Chuan once again glanced at the equipment room that had caught fire. The high temperature of the thermite bomb had burned through the servers and cabinets.

Curtis received the order and began to lead people to retreat from the back door. At this time, the entire temporary diplomatic facility was clearly divided into two areas. From the swimming pool as the center to the front door, all areas were burning. , but it seemed unusually quiet on the other side.

 “Withdraw”, Curtis put away the equipment and quickly left this chaotic place with five people.

With the evacuation of Umbrella, the chaos here certainly did not end. Many local security guards who had ran away before ran back. These people were familiar with the terrain and buildings here. After combing the place, they learned what they were doing. Extremists started a fire.

But these people only came to rob things after all. After finding Stevens lying at the back door, they did not kill him, but carried him out.

 The DSS agent who escaped, after recovering, rushed into the fire again very dutifully to find the missing Stevens.

Fifteen minutes after Umbrella evacuated, the GRS people finally arrived. They exchanged fire with some extremists at the gate. Not only did they participate in the battle, but also some people from the Leshi Brigade who came to support them.

These people have extremely poor combat skills, or none at all. They are completely doing a disservice by firing RPG rockets directly into the ground and trees.

 This is a melee. GRS doesn't even know who their enemy is. They can only attack those who fire on him first.

They don’t know who their allies are. The clothes of the so-called Brigades are no different from those of the extremists. Moreover, few people can speak English, and communication is also a problem.

 After running less than two kilometers with a heavy load, several people were already covered in sweat in this hot area.

Jack Silva took two people and took a detour into a building, preparing to support Ron and the others. However, the three people spent a long time climbing up and found that the view of the building was completely blocked by trees. Unable to set up sniper positions.

"Ron, the sniper point is gone, we are going to enter through the back door." Jack gasped and looked at the blazing fire in the car park. They could only go back the same way and ran towards the back door.

"Fuck..." Jack looked at the back door that had been opened and cursed directly.

These people don't seem to be in the same group. Another GRS teammate looked at the bodies lying on the ground. They were obviously two parties fighting.

 But they all died here, obviously killed by people from the other side.

There was almost no light at the back door. Jack reached out and pulled down the night vision device on his helmet. "Be careful, the situation inside may be more complicated."

Several people cautiously walked in through the open back door. Except for the gunshots coming from the front door, there was almost no sound.

“Why is there no one here? Where are the security guards?” someone asked in a low voice.

 “Those locals have already run away, they are totally unreliable.”

The first place they arrived was the tactical center. The machine room next to it had been completely burned. The two buildings next to each other had no power supply and were all dark. However, the fire on site illuminated the place as if it was daytime.

A black agent was dragging the unconscious man far away. After the people outside evacuated, the guy finally had the courage to open the door that was tied with wires.

Jack only saw a dark figure, and he and his companions quickly surrounded it. Of course he knew these two people before.

 “Hey, David, what’s going on with Pooh? Where’s Mr. Dash?”

The black agent named David Urban shook his head with a dull look on his face, "I have been standing guard in the tactical center, and I just found out that Vinnie passed out outside."

Of course this guy didn't tell the truth. This guy has been hiding in the dormitory, but he can't let people think that he did nothing but just hid, and he was sealed in the room.

Jack did not doubt what the other party said. Now there was a fire coming out of the computer room, and the tactical center next to it had also been affected.

“Is there anyone else inside? Where is the car?”

“There is no one inside, Da Cai has been in his safe house, and the others are following him.”, the man said, pointing to the main building that was almost completely enveloped by the fire.

“Shit, it’s all Bob’s coward’s fault, otherwise we would have arrived a long time ago.” Tanto spat in a low voice. It’s really hard to imagine that anyone could survive such a fire.

Jack looked at the fire and shook his head, but he couldn't do nothing.

“If you take care of him, can the car in the dealership still be used?” Jack thought about the issue of transportation.

The black agent nodded, "I have the keys to the bulletproof car. Those people shouldn't be able to drive it away."

 The parking lot is near the back door. It has not been affected and the car should still be there.

 That’s good, at least the transportation problem is solved.

Jack explained the situation to Ron through the walkie-talkie, and then led the people to run towards the main building. Passing an internal road and a green belt, there were several bodies dumped here.

After a brief inspection, Jack looked at the tactical center they just passed. According to experience, these people were killed by bullets fired from there.

But the DSS agent didn't seem to mention this, which is a bit strange.

 They had no time to dwell on these issues, and at this time Ron had already eliminated the extremists at the main gate with the help of the Lieshi Brigade.

 “Where’s Stevens?”

 Jack looked at the direction of the fire and said, "It's probably still inside."

 “Hell.”

 Ron cursed, and then a figure rushed out of the fire, lying on the ground and vomiting.

He immediately recognized the fateful DSS agent Scott Wicklund, "Scott, tell me, where are everyone?" The agent, who was already confused by the smoke, pointed at the fire with his hand. "I can't find them. I feel like they are still inside."

 “Are there any enemies inside?”

Viklander shook his head, "No, we got separated..." and began to cough non-stop as he spoke.

 Ron rushed into the burning building immediately, shouting Stevens' name.

However, he couldn't hold on for half a minute before he ran out. It was too hot inside and he couldn't breathe normally at all.

Jack and several others also ran over, and then he looked at the dozen corpses lying on the ground and in the swimming pool. These people fell in almost the same direction. It was obvious that they were blocked on the attack route.

Although these people's combat power is a bit inferior, almost all armed organizations in this area are like this, and here he did not find the body of the other party. In Libiya, there is no armed organization that can achieve such an exchange ratio in such a short period of time. Basically impossible.

 Jack Silva had a flash of doubt on his face, but now they have more important things to do.

 Ron ran out of the fire, holding on to the marble pillar and coughing desperately.

 The fire inside was too great and there was no way to stay in there for a long time.

 Several people looked at the fire with desperate expressions. In this situation, Stevens' chance of survival was very small.

 …

Alex stood on an abandoned high-rise building, looking down at the burning car park with a telescope, and then contacted Amanda using a satellite phone.

"Didn't you say that the CIA could stop the GRS people?" Alex's tone was calm. In her opinion, her mission had been completed, and now it was completely because Amanda and the people above had not made arrangements, "I had already I just said that I would give him a shot when I got the chance and then pretend to commit suicide. How could this happen now?”

Amanda on the opposite side had nothing to say for a moment, and after a while she asked, "How is Stevens?"

Alex thought about the information Xu Chuan told her, but she didn’t plan to tell Amanda for the time being, “I don’t know, the fire in the driving hall was too big, and he may have died in the flames.”

 “This has to have an accurate outcome, do you understand?”, Amanda reminded.

"I see."

 Hang up the phone, Alex had a smile on her face.

She has no good impression of the top leaders of those organizations at all. Since these people have asked her to implement their plans from the beginning, then of course it is their own responsibility if something goes wrong, and she will not take the initiative to help them deal with those tails.

 I believe that now that Amanda has put down the phone, she has told the news to those on the top.

 Then she took out another burner phone and dialed Tamara's number.

 “What’s going on with Stevens?”

 Tamara did not participate in today’s operation, but has been providing logistical assistance to the Nusra Front.

“I asked that Abdul, Stevens will never escape the fire.” Tamara assured Alex as she watched the fire burn.

 Alex smiled, "Okay, I believe you."

 The organization will definitely check through other channels. It is very likely that other people will contact Tamara. There is more than one chess player behind this chess piece.

"By the way, there is one more thing." Tamara's voice was hesitant, but the guy thought about it and said it, "It seems that the Nusra Front people are planning to besiege those Americans."

Alex was stunned for a moment. Well, indeed, only people from the CIA thought that secret intelligence station was a secret.

"I understand, you can retreat now, and don't forget to clean up all your hands and tails. If others know that you are involved in this matter, no one can save you at that time." Alex said He gave the other person a piece of advice out of kindness.

 After that, she hung up the phone, took out the SIM card, broke it in half and threw it into the sewer. She and Tamara would never have any contact again.

Although the chaos in Benghazi is still continuing, without the instigation of Tamara's people, other places have basically calmed down, leaving only the Grand Driving Hall where exchanges of fire are still taking place.

After seeing Ron and others entering the main driving hall, the people of the Nusra Front reorganized an attack. About twenty people prepared to surround five GRS, and then they hit their heads and broke blood, without any splash. .

 This group of miscellaneous troops was almost wiped out by the well-equipped GRS group.

Abdu gritted his teeth and led his people to evacuate the main driving hall. The situation here was indeed too chaotic. Civilians, the Brigade, and some other armed organizations were all mixed together, and there was a big melee.

The GRS also found that the situation here was getting more and more chaotic, and they needed to evacuate as soon as possible. Not only that, after learning that Stevens was likely to be buried in the fire, the intelligence station called them back. Now there is only one serious security officer there. Oz protects Gilanne as she goes to meet the informant.

If someone takes this opportunity to attack the intelligence station, these dozens of top students from Harvard and Yale will not be able to defend it.

At this time, the US military drone finally arrived in the sky over Benghazi.

  The screen of the intelligence station simultaneously displayed the footage of the Predator's reconnaissance.

Although Umbrella was unable to synchronize the images, it had already received news of the drone's arrival through the previously implanted Trojan backdoor.

He is currently sitting on the terrace on the top floor of the company, looking at the fire in the distance, with a camouflage net to prevent infrared signals above his head.

Umbrella's people have all withdrawn from the company in Benghazi. He asked Birkhoff to keep monitoring the CIA's intelligence. If anything goes wrong, he will run away immediately.

 This matter is not a joke at all. Of course, huge benefits come with huge risks. The United States must not be allowed to know what he has done. This matter is more troublesome than the black box in Nikita's hand that contains the organization's secrets.

But the risk was definitely worth it. The corner of Xu Chuan's lips raised. This was a huge profit. Not only did he obtain confidential emails from Stevens and senior American officials, he was also able to intercept intelligence from some departments such as the CIA. Of course, this needed to be done. It must be extremely secretive. This job should be very handy for Birkhoff, who has been dealing with the CIA for a long time.

 He raised his head and looked at the sky, where a predator was hovering somewhere.

 Umbrella is now no more than an ant in the eyes of these behemoths, and he needs to be extremely cautious.

The phone rang, and it was Xiao Ai's voice who answered. The other party told him that the Nusra Front planned to attack the intelligence station.

 (End of this chapter)