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Chapter 444 Alarmed Half of the United States

Benghazi.

temporary embassy.

"Boom~"

The violent explosion was deafening.

With the splash of flames and masonry rubble, the door of the main building, which had been locked from the inside, shattered into fragments with the explosion.

A dozen thugs in civilian clothes and armed with weapons rushed into the hall clamoring.

Raise your gun and sweep around, wrecking like a madman.

The last time the dragon battle came, the magnificent hall that had been severely shocked, was beaten beyond recognition in the blink of an eye.

The hall was completely destroyed, and the thugs began to run around in the house.

Dave, who was hiding in the small storage room next door, was so nervous that he didn't even dare to catch his breath, and he didn't dare to shoot even if someone dangled in front of the gun.

Because he knew that as long as he fired a shot, a large crowd would flock to him soon.

On the other side, Eric, who hid in the security monitoring room, saw several thugs walking towards the refuge room where the ambassador was hiding through closed-circuit monitoring.

Immediately reminded through the walkie-talkie: "Scott, there is a target walking towards your door, tell Stevens not to move or make a sound."

The thugs of a certain Middle Eastern religious group who rushed in did not know the details of the consulate's interior. .

They only focus on destruction and killing.

As long as they don't make a sound and don't let these thugs know that someone is inside, they rush in in a hurry and don't do a detailed search and search, so their lives won't be in danger.

It turns out.

Eric's warning is correct.

The five thugs walking along saw the tightly locked explosion-proof door, kicked it hard a few times, and left cursing when they found it couldn't be kicked open.

On the premise of not knowing whether there is anyone inside, he was not obsessed with breaking open the door.

Ambassador Stevens, information officer Chris, and DSS team leader Scott, who were hiding inside, felt their hearts jumping in their throats when the mob kicked the door.

Especially the ambassadors who had never participated in actual combat were already so nervous that their clothes were soaked through.

As the sound of kicking the door stopped, the thugs left cursing and did not continue any other actions. The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The crisis is temporarily lifted, but it is not over.

……

9:50pm

CIA intelligence station.

"Amao, we need your help. None of us can communicate with the Martyrs Brigade on February 2. Come on, get on the bus with us."

Tanto patted Amao, who was watching the show, and motioned to follow him to the convoy ahead.

"What? Tanto, are you mistaken? I'm not a combat interpreter. I don't know how to use weapons." The Libyan Amao was a little confused.

Tanto did not make any persuasion, pulled out the pistol, loaded it, turned off the safety, turned the gun around and handed it to A Mao.

"What? What does this mean." Now Amao was even more confused.

"Take it, you are a combat interpreter, we need your help, go and put on the helmet and vest, we are about to set off, hurry up."

After Tanto finished speaking, he turned and left.

Ah Mao held the gun in place for several seconds, and finally trot back into the house in a panic, to put on the bulletproof vest and bulletproof helmet.

Boone stood beside the car all the time, fixed his eyes on the consulate in the distance, shook his head and said with a sigh: "So much time has passed, if we don't start again, that guy is dead."

"I can't wait any longer."

Tyroen gritted his molars, walked quickly into the office building and found the station master.

"What? You can't go? Are you trying to betray me? Get the hell out of you..."

The stationmaster was on the phone with someone, and the content of the conversation was obviously not ideal, so that the stationmaster couldn't hold back his emotions, and there he yelled from embarrassment.

"Station Master, we are running out of time."

Tyronn didn't care if the station master was in a good mood or not, he would yell at the door as soon as he came in.

"Wait a moment."

The station master turned around and said something impatiently, and then quarreled with the person in the conversation.

"There's no time, do you understand?" Tyron continued to urge tirelessly.

"Stop arguing, I know? Wait for my instructions."

The station master was on the verge of collapse, and yelled at Tyron.

"I think it would be more appropriate to at least let us go to the scene and understand the specific situation before you decide whether we will intervene."

Tyron was patient and spoke in a deliberative tone.

"What if you are ambushed and trapped? Who can rescue you? Who can rescue you here? Should I go?" asked the station master.

Tyron was left speechless when asked again, so he had no choice but to retreat outside again.

……

Stuttgart, Germany.

US Africa Command.

"Contact all special operations teams, I want them to mobilize as soon as possible and assemble at the base in Signella, Italy."

"Let the F16 fighter jet stand by on the runway."

"Give me a military report within 5 minutes, I need the latest details."

"How long will it take for drones to monitor diplomatic stations?"

……

Libya is the jurisdiction of the Africa Command, and the command center is also busy at this time, and all units have entered a state of high pressure.

All kinds of reports from superiors and subordinates are continuously collected here.

Even in the White House, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away, the president already knew about the attack on the diplomatic station and said he would continue to pay attention to it.

At this time, almost half of the US military and political units were involved in the attack on the diplomatic station.

In the nearest CIA intelligence station, as the only GRS team with rescue capabilities, it is still waiting helplessly.

"Ah, Falk, we have to act now, we can't wait."

Tigger was getting impatient with waiting, so he yelled loudly.

"Maybe, it's time for us to have a holy war." Tanto said meaningfully.

"You just wear shorts to fight the Holy War? Your Lord may not like it." Long Zhan joked.

"What are we waiting for? Waiting for dawn, or waiting for people to die?" Teague asked the crowd loudly.

Long Zhan curled his lips and said, "Waiting for an order."

At this time, Tyron came out again, and said helplessly: "He is going to send the Martyrs Brigade on February 2th again. It seems that they don't want to go, which makes him feel very good."

"He doesn't want to expose our existence, he is worried that the intelligence station will be attacked, haha." Boone sneered.

"To be honest, if the ambassador ordered pizza, it would have been delivered by now, but we are still here, and we are not even as good as pizza delivery." Teague laughed at himself.

Everyone in GRS is here to talk, but it's just lip service, and no one dares to act without authorization.

Long Zhan is the only special case in the team. He knows the whole situation and other subsequent developments, and also knows where the key points are, but he can still maintain a calm mind.

The difference between going later and going to the rescue earlier is actually not that big.

Even better to go later.

(End of this chapter)