People here haven't taken a shower for several days. When the water source is cut off and the water outside cannot be transported in, the remaining water can only be used for drinking.
Everyone is sloppy and in a bad state. It has been several days since they can't take a shower or flush the toilet.
Now, no one wants to go to the bathroom anymore, and the smell there is really a bit overwhelming.
And the smell on them themselves can no longer smell them.
As for safety issues, it is a mess. The security officer of the Grand Historical Museum and his subordinates only have three people.
If it weren't for the fact that there were people from the official army guarding outside the Grand Historical Museum, their place might have been lost.
"Welcome to the Grand History Museum of America. Thank God, you are finally here." Safety officer Lawrence Doyle looked at the few people in Team B and felt a little relaxed.
These days have been the most difficult period of his life.
Although the problem of insufficient staff is serious, they can't get out anyway.
Fortunately, there were people from the official army guarding outside the Grand Historical Museum, and the demonstrators did not do anything extreme at the moment.
Well, these guys dug up their water and damaged the power supply lines.
I also snatched the truck that transported supplies, I wonder if these things are excessive.
"The good news is that Crowley finally decided to evacuate."
Crowley is the agent of this great history museum, and this title is not formal at first glance.
So he didn't want to evacuate before. First, he was still thinking about becoming a regular person, and second, if the evacuation would be a diplomatic failure, he was responsible.
But it was obvious that he could not tolerate the current environment.
"I'm honestly, the situation is very strange now."
This security officer, who is much older than Jason, has a lot of experience. "I have been to Beirut and Baghdad, which are the most dangerous places in the world."
"But the situation here is so strange."
Mandy Ellis continued, “Is it because someone is sending them money?”
Lawrence Doyle shook his head, "Of course not, but the people gathered below were just sitting there."
He reached out and pulled the curtain a little, then pointed at the crowd outside.
"They should shout slogans, hold national flags or various slogans, and throw stones at us."
And now it looks like a group of people who have a family and have changed their lives.
Some people chatted together, and some even set up the stove and cooked it.
Of course there were protests, but few of those people were.
"I'm now dividing them into two types, one is the real demonstrators and the other is the demonstrators who come to make money."
He looked at the people in front of him, "I think you should understand what I'm talking about."
Mandy nodded, of course she understood that they often did this.
"The good news is that there is no such crisis in other cities."
A few of them hurried up to the second floor, where the agent drove the office.
"Can you tell who the organizer is?" Jason asked.
He now doubted that they had been stranded in the sky and in the airport for at least eight hours, and it was also done by others on purpose.
It is very likely that the same group of people organized the demonstration.
"They are very on time and send money before 5pm every day. Those people just left before you come."
This security officer did not do nothing, at least he did some investigation work within his ability.
"It's all locals, and if it's the vice president, it's really reasonable."
There is too little intelligence at present, and they cannot tell who is causing the trouble behind the scenes.
"At present, there are 135 Americans in Nansudan, most of them are in Juba."
"The question now is whether you can go out even if you come in."
Jason and Lawrence Doyle stood in front of the door of the agent's office, and the two looked at each other, which was really a problem.
If the official army could drive the crowd away, their situation would not be so troublesome.
"I don't think so. No matter who the person behind the scenes is, his purpose seems to be to get us away." Jason Hayes's idea is clear
Lawrence Doyle shrugged, "Then maybe we can try it."
When he opened the door, a white man with a vicissitudes of face was sitting inside. The guy's eyes were red and his hair was stuck together, looking a little funny.
"God, you are finally here. Have those soldiers from the government brought pure water here?"
The agent was moved to tears when he saw Jason. There was still food they stored here, but there was not much water left.
Jason shook his head, "The official army said that their car had no space anymore, so we brought in a few boxes of water in our car."
But that's all, and there were people stopping the car and checking it halfway. Seeing that the official army did not stop it, it seemed that they knew each other.
However, Jason and others had a tough attitude, and finally these people called and let it go.
"We need to find out the identities of these people."
Jason believes that as long as he finds who is doing things, this matter may be solved immediately.
"I don't want to know who did it. I have contacted the Secretary of State and he has approved my evacuation plan."
"Now your job is to send us safely back to America."
The agent has had enough of it here, "Investigating the truth is the FBI's business."
He immediately threw a copy of Jason's information, "This is a list of all Americans, and you need to contact them as soon as possible."
Jason is really disgusted with this irresponsible attitude, "It is your responsibility to guarantee the rights and interests of Americans in Nansudan."
After hearing this, the agent felt a little incredible and immediately laughed.
"Ha, are you kidding? Don't you know the price the military has offered to these Americans? Each seat is $20,000, and you can still provide a loan if you don't have money."
"You're talking to me about your responsibilities now? This is a damn business."
The agent stood up while slamming the table, looking at Jason without any permission, "Now, Mr. Sergeant, can you tell me how much you can share this mission?"
Jason Hayes's face changed slightly. He was at the E-9 level. He could get a subsidy of 5,000 to 8,000 this temporary operation, and others also received money according to their ranks.
“This is my job…”
"That's right, so we just need to do our job well. Follow the phone number above and ask who wants to spend money on seats."
The security officer stood up and stopped the two men. If he continued, America would lose face.
Then suddenly a dull explosion sounded, and the house of the Dashi Museum shook slightly twice, and the screams of many people rang out in the building.
"Enemy attack..."
Jason shouted, immediately took out the Glock 19 and pushed the agent to the floor.
The other party's face slammed heavily on the ground, wondering if this was Jason's revenge.
"Team B, report the situation."
Mandy was holding the intercom and contacting the others.
"Safety……"
The voices of other team members came from inside.
"Hait, safe, it's the bathroom that exploded, God..."
This is Sunny's voice.
Someone detonated explosives in the sewer, and now all the things that cannot be discharged in the sewer are sprayed due to pressure.
The entire east side of the first floor is covered with yellow things sprayed from the toilet, and even the ceiling is on it.
"vomit……"
Everyone at the scene vomited.
"Retreat, I never want to stay here again."
To be continued...