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Chapter 1777 Trojan Horse (rd update, please subscribe)
The Tripoli airport is brightly lit at night, with several civil aircraft parked on the simple airport runway.

In the terminal hall, hundreds of SEAs waiting to be evacuated gathered together, their faces full of fatigue and anxiety. Suitcases were piled at their feet, and children curled up in their parents' arms and fell asleep.

People were all waiting here anxiously, waiting for the evacuation plane.

In the crowd, Hans still had a solemn expression. He was surrounded by a group of oil company employees, who also had anger and helplessness on their faces.

Over the past two days, through the ambassador's negotiations, the evacuation time limit was finally extended from 24 hours to 48 hours. However, this did not make them feel much more relaxed.

"The representative said that the plane sent from China to evacuate overseas Chinese is on the way and will arrive here tomorrow."

A young employee whispered with anticipation in his tone. In fact, they never worried about their personal safety because they believed in SEA. Although no one had ever said that a SEA passport led to the safest place, it was certain that no one dared to touch anyone from SEA. Just like the manager said - they would hunt down everyone to death.

"At least we don't have to worry about flights anymore."

Hans nodded, but his brows were still furrowed. He couldn't smile at all. What happened in the past two days?
The oil companies suffered heavy losses, their oil fields were confiscated, their equipment was seized, their employees were expelled, and thousands of their employees and their families were still waiting to be evacuated in Benghazi.

This is something unprecedented.

Another staff member clenched his fists, his voice filled with suppressed anger:

"Are we just going to let it go? Why are they treating us like this? We brought investment and technology to this country, but now they are driving us away like robbers! They are simply a bunch of bandits."

Hans glanced at him and said calmly but firmly:
"The best way to deal with bandits is to fight back. We won't let them get what they want."

"But what can we do?"

Another staff member interrupted, with a hint of helplessness in his voice, and said:

"Those Western journalists all support them! I watched TV news in France and Italy these past two days, and basically they all expressed support for them."

This is the most helpless aspect of this society - everyone knows that the Libyan authorities' nationalization of oil is simply robbery, but the European and American media generally support it.

It's not because the Libyan oil fields are the only thing that SEA has taken. It's because they are all white leftists, and they are afraid that what is confiscated is the property of their own oil companies, so they will still praise them.

Hans glanced at his colleagues around him, and said in a low but powerful voice:

“We will fight back through legal channels. We are also protected by contracts and international law. They thought they could solve the problem by confiscating the oil fields, but they were wrong.

We will make them pay the price. There is nothing so absurd in this world that bandits don’t have to pay the price for their actions.”

The staff were silent for a moment, as if they had found some comfort in Hans' words. But soon, someone whispered:

"But what if they don't care about the law at all? They even shot local employees directly, so would they care about international law?"

Hans's eyes became sharp, and his tone was firm and unquestionable:

"They can ignore the law, but they cannot ignore international rules. But they forget one thing - we are SEA, we are different from other countries, and they will find that plundering our property will only put them in greater trouble, or disaster."

When saying this, Hans' tone was firm. He believed that this was just the beginning and SEA would not suffer any loss.

"Manager, do you think we can come back?"

A staff member asked in a low voice, with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Hans was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"Yes. We will definitely come back. This is not only for our own benefit, but also for the sake of international business rules. Business rules are rules, not pieces of paper."

The staff members did not speak any more, but their eyes were more determined. They knew that
Standing in the waiting room, Hans looked back at the airport runway, his expression still solemn.

“We will definitely come back.”

……

In the early hours of the morning, the Tripoli airport was covered by a layer of mist blowing from the sea. Although military operations had taken place, flights did not stop, but the lights on the airport runway went out.

In the tower, the duty officer continued to be on duty as usual, directing the takeoff or landing of aircraft.

As usual, at 1:55 a.m., the tower received a call requesting takeoff:

"Tower, this is Roma Airlines flight 927, requesting takeoff. I repeat, requesting takeoff."

The tower operator on duty responded quickly:

"Cleared for takeoff, runway cleared, please land and take off as instructed."

Soon, the airport runway indicator light turned on, and a C707 passenger plane roared in.

No one noticed that at the same time as the passenger plane took off, two C141 transport planes that had been flying low over the sea also saw the airport runway lights. They immediately seized the opportunity and landed at the airport.

According to the plan, if there are no lights on the runway, they will use low-light night vision goggles to land in the dark, which is a very dangerous landing.

Fortunately, the flight did not stop, and they took the opportunity of a flight taking off to land. So at this time the runway was brightly lit and the plane landed smoothly.
The roar of two C-141 transport planes broke the tranquility of the night sky. The two transport planes slowly landed on the runway.

Although they were large aircraft, as military transport aircraft they only glided a few hundred meters before completing the landing.

As they landed, the runway lights went out again. The reason they went to such great lengths to turn off the lights was to prevent the airport from being attacked.

However, they did not expect that someone would use the few seconds of free time to complete the landing. The moment the indicator light was turned off, the airport was completely dark. People at the airport did not even know that two military transport planes had completed the landing.

The moment the hatch opened, fully armed SEA special forces came out. More than a hundred special forces drove directly out of the transport plane.

"Quick! Follow the plan and occupy the control tower and the terminal! Control all exits!"

The commander, with his face painted black, whispered orders while holding an MP5 submachine gun with a silencer in his hand. This German-made submachine gun has superior performance, especially its high shooting accuracy. Therefore, it was adopted by the SEA police and special forces as early as four years ago.

160 special forces, divided into several groups, boarded 20 special assault vehicles and quickly launched action.

One group went straight to the control tower, another group rushed to the terminal, and several groups were responsible for blocking the various exits of the airport. When the assault vehicle drove through the airport, there was almost no sound.

Unlike ordinary cars that use fuel engines, this light tactical assault vehicle uses a diesel-electric hybrid power drive. It uses a piston engine to drive an AC generator, and then uses electricity to drive four wheel hub motors. Its maneuverability is not as strong as conventional designs, but compared with fuel-powered vehicles, electric vehicles have lower noise and are more covert in action.

Because there were no headlights, the assault vehicle was driving silently in the dark until it approached the tower. The Libyan soldier under the tower did not react until he heard some movement and looked up.

"Chirp..."

Gunshots rang out, and after a few light gunshots, two Libyan soldiers fell down. After dealing with the sentry, the special forces quickly entered the tower.

Inside the tower, the personnel on duty were monitoring the radar screen. They were not aware of the danger at all, and the footsteps made by the soft-soled boots worn by the special forces were also very slight.

However, there were not only ordinary staff on duty in the tower. There were also Libyan soldiers in the room next to the stairs leading to the tower. When they just reacted and raised their guns to try to fight back, the submachine gun sounded again, and several soldiers fell directly into a pool of blood.

The special forces soldiers advanced along the stairs, clearing out the enemy and knocking down the defenders in the tower one by one. The battle lasted only a dozen seconds, and the Libyan soldiers didn't even have time to open fire.

At the same time, the staff on duty at the tower didn't even notice their presence.

"Hey, what's going on?"

The officer on duty looked at the radar screen with some confusion - there was a lot of snow on the screen.

"Let me see,"

The Italian tower worker looked at the radar screen with some confusion.

"It seems like something is interfering..."

"Interference? Interference from what?"

Before they could react, several special forces soldiers rushed in, pointing their guns at them.

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

A special forces soldier shouted loudly in Arabic.

Faced with the soldiers who suddenly broke in, the staff in the duty room raised their hands one after another. They looked at each other with confusion. Who were they?
It was not until they saw the double-star flag on their armbands that they finally understood the identities of these people.

"The tower is under control!"

At the same time, another group of special forces rushed to the waiting room. In the waiting room, hundreds of expatriates waiting to be evacuated were sitting tiredly on chairs, some even drowsy. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and fully armed soldiers rushed in.

"Everyone get down! Don't move!"

A special forces soldier shouted loudly in Mandarin and pulled the trigger at the guards in the waiting room. Several Libyan soldiers were knocked down one after another before they could react. Although the special forces soldiers acted very quickly, the Libyan soldiers still opened fire.

Gunshots rang out in the waiting room, bullets shattered the glass windows, and debris flew everywhere.

The expatriates were also frightened by the sudden battle and fell to the ground with their heads in their hands. Hans and his colleagues were also shocked by the sudden situation, but they soon realized that the war had broken out.

"How is this going?"

The clerk lying on the ground asked in a low voice, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Hans stared at the special forces soldiers and answered in a low voice:

"This...this...he, they are our people."

The special forces quickly used the seats and counters in the waiting room as cover and engaged in a fierce firefight with the defenders. Bullets whizzed through the air, shattering the lamps on the ceiling and causing debris to rain down.

A special forces soldier quickly threw a flash bomb, and the strong white light flashed the waiting room white.

"Attack! Attack!"

The commander shouted loudly.

The special forces immediately rushed forward quickly, and the special forces in groups of three or two knocked down the defenders one by one like tigers coming down from the mountains. The battle lasted only a few dozen seconds, and soon, the defenders were completely eliminated, and the waiting room was completely controlled by the special forces.

After taking control of the waiting room, the special forces quickly took control of all exits of the waiting room to ensure that no one could leave. Although it was an unfamiliar environment, they were very skilled in finding each exit. It was obvious that they had received targeted training.

An officer walked up to the expatriates and announced loudly:
"We are the SEA special forces, and we are now taking over the airport. Please remain calm and cooperate with our actions. Don't worry, your safety will be fine, and you will be evacuated by plane soon."

The expatriates who saw their own people did not feel happy. Instead, they were filled with doubts and uneasiness. But they knew that the war had already started, and they were at the forefront of the war.

(End of this chapter)