Everything went smoothly, and there was a few minutes of support. Gao Yuan had not hung up the phone number of contact with the emergency team, and the other side had been contacting the people who came to support them.
"Boom", an explosion came from the entrance, and Gao Yuan was shocked and sweated coldly. What he was most worried about was the entrance, but he really didn't expect that there were explosives in this group of people.
This is a PRG7 rocket, but fortunately it is just an armor-piercing bomb. A big hole was blown up in the iron gate, and the shock wave overturned several workers hiding not far away to the ground.
Several armed robbers were trying to pull the door open at the gate, and Gao Yuan shouted, "Use a moor bottle."
The prepared workers lit the beer bottle in their hands and threw it out. Perhaps they were nervous, and two of them threw it crookedly and smashed it directly on the door. The broken glass flame rushed up.
The robber who had climbed up the iron gate was so scared that he fell down by the fire.
"Don't save money, throw out all the molten bottles." They made more than 200 of this thing. After all, gasoline is cheap here, but beer bottles are not easy to find.
Afterwards, he checked several workers who had fallen to the ground. Fortunately, they kept hiding aside and not getting too close to the gate.
"Manager Gao, am I going to die?" A young man in his twenties was lying on the ground, crying.
Gao Yuan nervously checked his whole body, then slapped the guy's hard helmet, "That's a big deal, I haven't even broken some oily skin."
After all, these workers are not troops, and being able to do this at this level is considered to be a super-level performance. If the door is really broken, everyone will collapse.
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"Boss, we're here, the last fifty meters." Zhang Biao shouted on the walkie-talkie. Their car had already driven off the road and turned off the headlights.
Through the front windshield, Xu Chuan could already see the flames at the gate and outside the wall. Some of these armed personnel were holding flashlights, while others were holding torches.
In the dark, the muzzle flames of these armed personnel could even be seen. They pulled down the PVS-31 night vision device on their helmets, turned on the IR laser indicator installed on the SIG516 guardrail, Xu Chuan patted the car door, and the driver immediately stepped on the brakes and opened the car door.
Xu Chuan jumped without waiting for the car to stop, and the speed was already below 20 kilometers. He ran a few steps forward to offset the inertia.
"Leave a few living mouths." In the night vision device, these armed personnel in the darkness were clearly visible.
A beam of laser light that can only be seen with a night vision device pointed at a gunman closest to him. Xu Chuan knelt on one knee and pulled the trigger, 300BLK ammunition, making a low sound.
These people obviously heard the sound of cars, but in the dark, they could only hear the sound.
The armed personnel holding AKM didn't even see Xu Chuan. He was shot twice in the chest, and blood was coughed out of his throat. What awaited him would be suffocating to death.
The five pickup trucks did not stop and rushed to the back of these people, "Let the people in the camp not come out." Xu Chuan pressed PTT and said, "One of them brought enemy-to-me recognition lights, which could be seen through the night vision device, and the others were enemies.
The people around him were falling down constantly, but the bullets seemed to fly from all directions. In this case, if they did not have a strong fighting will, they would scatter like the people in front of them.
Some people are shooting blindly into the darkness, but they all know that unless they are full of character, they will not be able to hit any target, and then they are knocked to the ground by several bullets.
Some people climbed up the wall and wanted to climb in desperately. However, this time they were not planning to rob, but to survive, but the workers inside poked back with homemade steel forks and fell heavily to the ground.
There was a wall in front of these people, and there was endless darkness behind them, and there was no way out of retreat.
There were about twenty people, only one-third of whom had guns, the rest were holding various knives in their hands, and a few were obviously holding kitchen knives in the kitchen.
It can only be regarded as a group of thugs and a mob, and I don’t know where the guns in their hands came from.
In less than two minutes, the gunshot stopped. In the darkness, Xu Chuan waved to the car, and several headlights turned on at the same time, shining in front of the wall.
Several thugs who were already scared were thrown away by the wall, their weapons were long gone, holding their hands in the air, shouting something in their mouths, they should be surrender, or don't kill me or something.
Taking the night vision device away from his eyes, Xu Chuan stood in the light column of the car headlights, wearing a MCCUU digital desert camouflage uniform, which is the standard combat uniform of the US Marine Corps, and wearing a lightweight tactical vest on his chest.
Fully armed, the figure reflected on the wall, like a demon coming to the world, "Boss, stop pretending, put out the fire first."
Zhang Biao handed Xu Chuan a fire extinguisher, and ran towards the gate with Liu He.
"Damn, this bastard." He cursed, but he still ran over to help, "The others cleaned up the bodies outside."
Gao Yuan was in the camp, terrified at the sound of guns outside. If there were some civilians holding guns before, these were professionals.
Most of them are semi-automatic shooting, and there are very rhythmic five-shot shootings. He can hear that it should be the sound of a general-purpose machine gun.
Although the emergency team on the phone told him that this should have been supported, he was still vigilant, and he had never seen such support before.
In the past, I just had to disperse people. This time, the thugs outside would die at least half of them. How could this end? After all, they are still on other people's territory.
"Open the door, we are here to support you." Someone knocked on the iron door hard, and everyone looked at Gao Yuan with excitement, waiting for him to decide.
Nodding, several workers immediately got up and ran over, first extinguishing the flames inside with a fire extinguisher, then moving the barbed wire away, and then pulling the steel bars against the door.
"I'll go, you guys can do it." Zhang Biao, who was in the lead, looked at the arrangement behind the door and couldn't help but praise him. Seeing the roadblocks placed outside and the horse-rejecting horses, these workers are quite capable of doing things.
"Chinese?" A worker shouted out.
"Well, what's going on?" This reassuring accent made the group of workers completely relieved.
"After that, you can just listen to the arrangements of these people." The emergency team on the phone said to Gao Yuan, "They will escort everyone to Benghazi."
The chaos of the night finally passed, and Gao Yuan collapsed on the ground. After all, he was almost fifty years old, and his physical strength and energy were no longer as good as when he was young.
"You arranged it?" Xu Chuan looked at the camp with quite some rules and defensive measures and couldn't help but praise, "Yes, uncle." There are two defense lines in the camp, one is a wall, divided into more than a dozen areas, and three or four people are responsible for one place.
If the fence is lost, there is a second line of defense, all vehicles will be used to enclose the residential area, and the gaps between the vehicles will be blocked with various construction sites.
A simple ring fortification, although Xu Chuan felt that this was basically useless for workers without weapons, his thinking was completely fine.
Gao Yuan's eyes twitched twice. The man in front of him looked as if he was not as old as his son, but the uncle made him hear this sound so different.
Chapter completed!