Chapter 906: Quotation (please collect, recommend, and monthly tickets)
Chapter 906 Quotation (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Curtis quickly stopped Albert. Damien Scott, this guy, always spoke freely and caused a lot of trouble here.
With Albert’s fiery temper, he would really start a fight with this guy, and then these two people might tear this place apart.
Then their boss will have reason to deduct their year-end dividends. Albert is better off, but Scott really has no money to deduct.
Xu Chuan ignored them. These **** had too much energy, and it was normal for them to fight with themselves.
“HCLI? Is Coco or Casper here?”
Albert, who was stopped, raised his **** at Scott, and then replied, "They are not here. It is a supervisor in charge of port operations. He doesn't know you are here."
No wonder, otherwise they should have enough manpower to fish out those Americans.
Xu Chuan thought for a while, "Two hundred thousand per person, no bargaining."
Since most of these people will survive in the end, why not make some money along the way? It won’t be a loss.
Send the message to the director of HCLI, and he won’t care what price the other party wants to charge the Americans.
“Boss, two hundred thousand dollars for one person is too harsh. There is no way the other party will agree to it.” Curtis was worried that his opportunity to make extra money would be gone.
Xu Chuan said, "Don't be kidding, is the United States short of money? If it is short of money, who are you looking down on?"
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“Bob, Bob!”, an intelligence officer jumped up from his chair excitedly, “HCLI agreed to let us leave Benghazi on their cargo ship.”
With one sentence, everyone looked at this guy, including Bob, the station manager who was in contact with his superiors, but he was still calm, "What are the conditions? How are we going to get to the port?"
“The ship ticket to Italy is 150,000 yuan per person, and the armed **** needs to contact other people for 200,000 yuan each.”
Bob's face darkened, "Damn, they are robbing." The price was really a bit high.
However, looking at everyone’s hopeful expressions, he really couldn’t say no. “The support from Tripoli is already on the plane, and HCLI can be used as an alternative.”
The GRS at the Tripoli headquarters has already taken a flight to Benghazi. They said they would contact the National Army or the Brigade in Benghazi to provide transportation and **** teams. It would also cost money, but it would be much cheaper.
Everyone cheered, at least there was hope.
“Bob should have said yes to HCLI’s offer,” said Olds, a former Marine.
Jil Anne carried some food and drinks to the roof and told everyone the news.
“Glenn and the others are not familiar with the environment in Benghazi. They also have to spend money to find someone at the airport. In this situation, it is difficult for them to contact helpers.” If they could contact someone, they would have arrived at the airport by now.
Obviously, these armed organizations that usually have a good relationship with them all know who is attacking them. These people have to consider their relationship with these people. It is very likely that the people in these organizations are acquaintances and know each other, so they are wary.
At that time, it still depends on how much money Tripoli can spend.
“How long can you keep guard?” Gilanne asked.
Oz shook his head, "If we encounter troops with heavy weapons, I can't tell."
He looked at the other party seriously and said, "Go and make some phone calls home." This sentence made Gil Anne feel cold in her heart.
It's hard to say what will happen to the opponent's second wave of attacks if time goes on. They can't make the slightest mistake, otherwise as long as the opponent makes a breakthrough, the whole game will be lost.
"If Glenn and the others knew that Stevens was still alive in the hospital, he would have picked up Mr. Dashu first." Jack Silva took advantage of the fact that there was no movement outside and climbed into Ron's room. top.
"You are right, so we may need to continue to guard for a while." Everyone fell silent. This is not good news.
It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and Glenn Doherty's plane had landed at Benghazi Airport for half an hour, but until now they had not gotten into the car provided by the local armed organization.
“Dude, can we rob their car?”, the Grinch of Delta felt extremely bored looking at these locals shouting in the hangar.
The two of them had not slept for two days. After returning to Tripoli from the reconnaissance mission, they learned that there were Americans in Benghazi who needed support, so they took the initiative to find them.
The same was true for Glenn Doherty, but he knew very well that in Benghazi, a place he was unfamiliar with, it was impossible for them alone to bring more than thirty American trustees to the airport safely.
“Getting on the bus is easy, the hard part is getting off,” Glenn said.
He walked towards the translator he had brought with him, who was talking to an officer of the National Army.
“What are they arguing about? Where is my car?” Glenn asked the translator.
These people were quarreling in the local language, as if the other party was the enemy who killed his father.
The translator explained to him, "They are discussing who will drive, who will go first, and who will share the most money."
Glenn was so angry that he almost shot all these people with the automatic rifle in his hand, "Let them discuss it quickly, and tell them that if an American dies, I will come back and cut their necks personally."
What the hell, what are these people thinking in their heads? Glenn always felt that these people were deliberately stalling for time, and all the quarrels were staged for him.
“Keeping an eye on them, I can’t tell who the good guys are.” Glenn told a GRS team member.
Then he walked aside and started to contact the main driver in Tripoli, "We are trapped. Are you sure Stevens is not dead?"
"Then his luck is really good." After hearing the other party's affirmative answer, Glenn couldn't help but complain, "But before these scum can discuss who gets the most dollars, we can go anywhere. No."
This news got back to the intelligence station, and this time Bob actually smashed the walkie-talkie on the table.
With this bad news, the group of extremists seemed to know that they did not have much time, and immediately began a second wave of attacks.
These people drove the nearby sheep over, and then hid among the sheep, intending to use this method to approach the wall of the intelligence station.
Not only that, this time they learned a little bit smarter, and separated a few people to pass through the nearby residential buildings, hoping to catch these Americans off guard.
However, too few personnel were invested, and these people still did not close the distance with their opponents immediately. The consequences of the first wave of attacks made these people seem to want to stay away from these Americans.
A car drove towards the main entrance of the intelligence station, turning on its headlights with no intention of hiding itself.
Ron shouted on the intercom, "Don't fire, I don't want to send you to jail."
Two GRS ran towards the reinforced main entrance to prevent the car from rushing in for no apparent reason.
The car drove to a stop about ten meters away from the gate. A man got out of the passenger seat with a homemade bomb with a burning fuse in his hand. The ending was obvious. Before the guy was thrown out, he was beaten into pieces by more than a dozen bullets. The people in the car were also burned to death by the GRS.
As the bombs dropped on the ground exploded, the second wave of attacks began.
This time, the Nusra Front chose to attack in two directions at the same time, and the number of people was twice as large as before. Abdul almost took out all his old capital. If he could not win again, what would happen to him? It will probably be miserable.
He pressed everyone up and took out the American M181mm mortar that he had been reluctant to use. The main problem was that there were too few shells. The two boxes of shells were still Tamara's reward.
Moreover, their gunners are not professional, and the hit rate when firing at night is very low, so they cannot waste precious shells.
Although the attack this time had more people and was more violent, it also failed to last too long.
The few people who came from the residential area were quickly discovered by the GRS. The M240B suppressed these people in the house with a few long bursts of fire. The others started to name these people one by one with precision fire.
Without heavy weapons, these armed personnel have no way to break through the GRS defense line. In addition, the Predator drones in the sky provide them with real-time ground images, making it difficult for these people to even approach the fence.
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“It stopped so soon?” Xu Chuan was still listening to the gunshots on the terrace of Umbrella Company. This time it took a little longer than the first wave, but not much longer.
This scene is actually quite boring from the scene. The pressure faced by GRS comes more from the fact that its own side has been unable to receive support. This situation will make people increasingly desperate.
This group of extremists is not actually a serious threat. To say they are a mob is putting it mildly. They are simply a group of waste. For the GRS, which is well-equipped and has sufficient ammunition, there is not much pressure to repel these people.
“There is no reply from HCLI. It’s probably because your asking price is too high.” Curtis looked regretful that their extra money was gone.
"Don't worry, they will find it again." Now no one in Benghazi takes their job, everyone is watching the show to waste time.
Is it true that the local National Army or the Lishi Brigade can't gather a team to come and support? How can it be.
Combining the information from Alex and the intelligence found on the Dachang Hall server, Stevens is simply an abandoned son. Some people in the United States must have used some channels to prevent the local forces in Benghazi from getting involved this time. attack.
But it was certainly impossible to talk about this openly, and the American side did not expect to hire thugs to solve the problem together with people from the CIA.
So, some military executives in Benghazi who are able to make decisions now probably think that this is all planned by the Americans, and they are all just stalling for time.
As for those in the United States who know what happened, they can only make mistakes now because they have no choice but to make mistakes, and they are even less likely to come forward at this time.
At least until dawn tomorrow, the intelligence station will not be able to find anyone to support them.
As for those GRS who have arrived at Benghazi Airport, their first priority now is to go to the hospital to ensure Stevens' safety. If they don't arrive, Alex will go there and take Stevens' life.
The plot has been very different so far. Stevens's inexplicable survival has brought the world line to another fork in the road.
Glenn Doherty of Benghazi Airport used a large amount of money to make these money-minded members of the armed organization finally reach a consensus.
The good news is that we can finally start taking action after struggling for so long, but the bad news is that it’s almost dawn.
"Let's go to the hospital first to make sure the car is safe, and then go to the intelligence station. They have blocked two attacks. No one knows when the next one will start." Glenn was very anxious.
Under normal circumstances, he would have divided people into two groups, one to support GRS and one to be responsible for Stevens' safety. But the performance of these armed organizations just now made him know that these people are completely untrustworthy. What will happen then? The situation is likely to leave their people behind and run away.
And this news is not very friendly to those in the intelligence war. After the people in Tripoli pick up Stevens, who knows when it will be. By then, those **** extremists will start another attack.
They may not even know whether the almost exhausted GRS can still block the attack this time. Moreover, it will be dark soon, and their own equipment advantage will no longer exist.
Everyone looked at the webmaster Bob, those looks could really tear him apart.
Bob knows that this is because they still have a way to go, but this way is a little more expensive.
But for a group of people who are already desperate, this is the hope of survival.
Moreover, he couldn't hold it any longer. If those people broke in, his end would definitely not be good.
"I'll call again." Bob stood up from his chair. He also made a decision. This time, even if his superiors disagreed, he would use the money in the secret account to buy a way out for everyone.
Everything counts only when you are alive, and when you die, there is really nothing.
Everyone watched him walk into the office with hope. He, the webmaster, needed to ask his superiors for instructions on using such a large sum of money. Fortunately, HCLI did not ask for cash, otherwise he would not be able to get it.
He used the CIA's dedicated line to call his boss and explained the current situation, but the other party seemed a little hesitant. After all, there were more than thirty people, each with 350,000 yuan. Even if the CIA was wealthy, this was still a huge amount of money. .
But then another voice rang on the phone, and the other person picked up the phone, "Bob, this is George Black."
Of course Bob knows this voice. It is the CIA director who just took office last year.
"I've made the matter clear. I will give you the authorization for the secret account immediately. I'm sorry that I only received your call now. Whether you believe it or not, I just learned about it."
Bob could hear the anger in the other party's calm tone, but he didn't care about it at all now. He only knew that the lives of more than 30 people were saved.
"The director agreed." Walking out of the office, Bob announced the news to everyone's attention.
A group of people almost jumped up with excitement. Bob quickly held down the group and said, "Complete the destruction procedure and contact HCLI to ask them to send someone over immediately." He wanted to leave this **** place immediately and apply for early retirement when he returned. .
The people in GRS also knew the news, and their low morale became high at this moment.
“Bob, you finally did something good.” Tanto sat slumped on the roof of the building, deciding not to scold the other person behind his back.
Ron looked at his watch, it was going to be dawn soon, "Don't be too happy, those people are probably still planning something in the dark, so brace yourself." He always had an ominous premonition.
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Xu Chuan had already received the news from HCLI. He waved his cell phone towards a few other people and said, "Is what I said right?"
The person at the intelligence station has reached his limit. Even if he raises the price at this time, the other party will agree.
“Have someone prepare a car to pick up these donors. They can’t die. Each one is worth hundreds of thousands.” Xu Chuan pointed at Curtis and Scott.
More than 30 people need at least two trucks and enough guards. It is estimated that the Nusra Front will not let them make money so easily.
“Put the drones out, and if those guys don’t give you face, let them know who has the final say on this territory.”