The whole thing seemed to have passed so smoothly, and Umbrella did not overly care about the progress of the incident, at least it was like this on the surface.
Hex and John Porter escaped from Makarov's pursuit. Although both of them were lucky, they could save their lives and get the information they wanted, which was already very perfect.
In a safe house in CIA, John Porter wore medical gloves and used a scalpel to cut the bullet holes on Hex's shoulder. Although he had been injected with morphine, his wheat-colored skin was still trembling.
"Good luck, I didn't hurt my bones." Potter slowly inserted his tweezers into the wound, clamped the tail of the bullet, and moved slowly bit by bit.
It is impossible to directly dig out the plot like in the movie. Even if they were not allowed to have no choice, they would not have surgery here because they could not determine whether they would touch a blood vessel that caused a lot of blood loss.
John Porter's hands were very stable, and it was obviously not the first time he did such a thing. "Okay, come out." On the tweezers was a warhead of a 9mm Para bullet.
Then disinfect, suture the wound, disinfect again, and finally bandage it.
Hex put on a clean shirt, his face almost didn't change, but instead revealed his excitement, "Makarov, I didn't expect to meet Makarov here."
This woman is definitely a militant, a lunatic, and she has no consciousness of escaping death at all.
"They are all their people outside now. When will the CIA support be available?" Porter took out his equipment and placed it on the table, leaving only two and a half magazines, and Hex was not getting better.
"Can you call this a safe house?" Potter pointed to the room that could be considered a barren wall of the house. "It's fine if you don't have any equipment, are you not prepared first aid medicines and contact tools?"
Hex looked at the angry man and laughed, "You are not the same. You actually asked you to do such a task alone. I never thought you could go back."
People like me are like used rags to the above. They will throw them away if they say they are thrown away. No wonder Porter got angry. He contacted Branch No. 20 and just asked him to wait for support in seclusion.
The two of them had no choice but to stay here and wait.
However, this time they have wrongly accused the CIA and MI6. They attach more importance to Makarov than they imagined. After Zakayev and his son, the intelligence departments of various countries have raised Makarov's threat to the highest level.
A joint military operation between Britain and the United States was preparing for a military base in Sicily, Italy. The British side sent their trump card 22nd Special Air Service Regiment, commander John Price.
"Sandman, long time no see." Price greeted his old friend with a cigar.
"Yes, I haven't seen you for a while, and I didn't expect you to be alive," Sandman, commander of the Delta Alloy Squad.
As the most elite military personnel of the two countries, communication between each other is of course essential, and there is no need to worry about the level of tacit understanding.
Moreover, Delta students are under SAS, and the two teams are very close in terms of organization, personnel and training methods. The relationship between the two sides is not something that can be explained clearly in just one or two sentences.
However, now Daying's influence continues to shrink and he has to get closer to the United States, otherwise he would not agree to the joint action of both sides and hand over the command.
"General." In the operation center, the operation personnel from both sides have met and are all acquaintances.
Sheffield, a US Army Samsung Lieutenant General, commanded Yemen's military operations and worked with Price and Sandman in the final search for explosive devices and capture of Makarov, Sheffield trusted their military capabilities very much.
This time he also advocated the gathering of the two teams, "Gentlemen, let me tell you a short story. The mouse that ran away in Yemen appeared again in Libiya. I want you to find him."
Both teams knew who he was talking about, "General, is it Makarov?" Sandman asked.
"Yes, our two intelligence officers have been in contact with him and are now being hunted down." Sheffield looked at him with a serious expression, "More importantly, this guy is trying to obtain a weapon of mass destruction."
"I understand, so do you need to bring our people back first?"
"That's right." The big screen shows photos of Hex and John Porter, and Colonel Alice Grant, commander of Division 20, and George Black from the CIA Secret Operations Department, were also present.
Price certainly knows that Porter was a member of SAS now working for the MIIS branch No. 20, and Hex has also worked with him and is deeply impressed by this woman.
"My people have gone to Missurata and are trying to get in touch with Porter and the others." Colonel Grant spoke first, and she has indeed let Michael Ston Butch and Kate Marshall go over and pick up.
A fat man with a bald man added, "They are currently in the safe house in Misurata, and the city is currently under the control of the government forces. Makarov's people are searching for them, and we need to pick them up as soon as possible."
"And more importantly, they have information about the VX nerve gas stored by the Libiya government, and everyone knows what those things mean."
"Sir, how do we get in? Is there air support?" Price asked, looking at the photo of the target area on the table.
"I took the Black Hawk helicopter of the 160th Aviation Regiment, and there were two MQ-9 Death Drones to provide air fire support. I applied for AC130, but the Ministry of Defense did not approve it. After all, the cost of collateral damage in residential areas is too high," Sheffield explained.
Although Price felt a little regretful, the two MQ-9s were indeed enough, and the Black Hawk helicopter's hatch guns could also provide cover. In addition, he actually didn't think that this mission required the use of firepower, but these things could not be used, but they must not be missing.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Thorpe, who has a moxican hairstyle, raised his hand and signaled, "Sir, what are the rules of engagement."
Sheffield shook his head and said firmly, "There is no rules of engagement, and all non-party personnel can be regarded as enemies."
"I understand." Although there are not many such situations, it is not without them. Most of the operators present have experienced it.
Then we determine the flight route and design the action plan. We are experienced veterans, and this kind of action will not defeat them.
Sheffield and George Black walked out of the command center. At this stage, they did not play any role. The non-front-line staff's suggestions were likely to be interferences with the operation staff. "I never specify a specific action plan. I will always remember that idiot colonel asked us to jump high and drive low and land on a hillside."
"Hahaha, you broke his nose afterwards, I remember." Black laughed, they used to serve in a force.
"Fuck, I regretted being beaten lightly. Johnson broke his neck and lay in the bed for more than ten years."
"Your temper is still so hot." Black shook his head. Sheffield is a military family. The family has been in the army for generations. The connections are not comparable to those of a little colonel. So after that, Sheffield was not punished, and it would be impossible for another person to be replaced.
Black skipped the topic and asked, "Why should we bring the British? We can do this one by ourselves."
Sheffield looked back at the command center, "I am going to draw personnel from the elite troops of NATO countries to form a contingent. This John Price is the commander I am very optimistic about."
"He looks older than you." Black didn't comment. There was no room for him to intervene in this matter, but it might be possible to arrange a few people in.
This time it was Sheffield's turn to laugh, "Yes, I know that his nickname is 'Yin' forever'. This action is just an assessment."
"Forget Price, you may not be able to move Sandman. After the White House attack, the president trusted them very much. Many tasks were handed over to Sandman, and he would not let anyone go." Black actually didn't really optimistic about this plan. Every country has its own little thoughts. The same is true within NATO. The team that was put together like this is so powerful.
Sheffield sneered, "That pacifist? His term is less than a year."
"Pacific?" Black whispered to himself with a sarcasm.
"What?"
"nothing."
In the command center, Price and Sandman sat aside, "This mission is a bit strange. I thought it was about to capture Makarov, but I didn't expect it was just a rescue mission."
Price lit the cigar, "It doesn't matter, I'm just a soldier who obeys the orders."
Sandman shook his head, "Forget it, do you still like Clara cigars?"
"Yes, my lungs have become accustomed to it for decades." The two started chatting.
In Misurata, night had already fallen, Ston Butch and Kate had sneaked into the city, and the dark streets were filled with government soldiers, "We still have a block."
Ston Butch was wearing a lightweight tactical vest, without even plugging the bulletproof board, holding a G3KA4 with a short barrel and a blonde Kate Marshall holding an L119A1.
"We're going to get faster." Ston Butch hid behind a car and watched a group of soldiers walk across the street.
These soldiers are very unprofessional and are basically just pretending. All the visual blind spots have not been carefully searched, but this is good news for them.
"I'll go first, cover," Ston Butch pressed Kate's shoulder, half-squatted and quickly came out of the shadow and rushed across the street, hid in the concealed place that had been seen in advance, and then held a gun to guard.
Chapter completed!