"Ron, GPS was found and was thrown on the roadside." The GRS team member who had driven a Mercedes-Benz sedan walked into their office, holding the positioning device that was thrown on the road by Xu Chuan in his hand.
"I asked the vendors along the way, and they were all pretending to be stupid. It would be great if there were drones."
Just like Xu Chuan thought, the CIA would not arrange a predator for an ordinary meeting.
"Satellite photos, go find Jill Anne and ask her to check the satellite photos at that time." Ron threw the equipment that had fallen out of shape on the table.
"Captain, why is it me? I don't want to face the top students at Harvard and Yale."
Ron leaned against the chair and put his legs on the table, "Tanto, of course it's because I haven't had sex with Jill Anne."
One sentence made everyone else in the room smile with a wretched smile.
"You bastards must be jealous of my charm."
They are not formal employees of the CIA, they can only be regarded as temporary workers who use money to do business, and there is a natural gap between these highly educated intelligence officers.
The guy named Tanto was originally named Chris Palendo. He used to be a Ranger member. Tanto was his code name and his personality was a bit cynical. He was considered a black sheep by the webmaster Bob.
Then he slept with the best intelligence officers under Bob. Of course, the main reason was that all of them were under great pressure in this war-torn place. Don't mention the nature of their work, which gave them sufficient reasons to indulge themselves.
Judging from the garbage collected every day, the small umbrellas consumed by this intelligence station every day are quite a number.
Although the other people were laughing at Tanto just now, they actually all have their own temporary P friends.
Even Gil Anne is not just Tanto's P friend.
The webmaster Bob did not report this incident because the lost car was not on the asset form of the intelligence station, and there was no loss, and no one died or was injured. The general manager of Libiya Petroleum, who was the target, also said that he could make another appointment.
There is no need to report it and cause trouble for himself. He also wants to enjoy life with a high pension.
However, what should be investigated should be investigated. Where did those who followed them come from? Is the one who stole the car also from the same group?
Before Tanto came to find her, Jill Annie had already figured out a way to find satellite pictures. This required some luck. At that time, there were no satellites passing by the sky above the scene.
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After returning to Benghazi, Stevens immediately devoted himself to the intense work. His work was not only to retrieve the missiles, but also to deal with the relationship with Libiya's current official residence.
At present, Libiya has two major forces. One is the Libiya National Army, which is the strongest military strength in Benghazi. Yes, it is the National Army that was founded by Umbrella in the early days and severely dealt with.
The other faction is the Unity Mansion, which is widely recognized internationally in Tripoli, but their strength is really not enough.
Of course, there are hidden third parties, which are dozens of tribes distributed in Libiya, large and small. These tribal chiefs are also important forces that influence the situation in Libya.
To gain enough benefits, of course, you need to invest in the right people, and at the same time you must demonstrate the influence of America on geopolitical governance.
However, this is indeed a traditional sphere of influence in Europe, and some things still need to be considered as to the feelings of allies.
"Mr. Dahuan, we will have a meeting with the mayor of Benghazi tomorrow." Stevens' assistant and his intelligence officer stood in front of the swimming pool and told him about his work arrangements for the next day. "The GRS team on the intelligence station will provide security services."
Stevens swam from one end of the pool to the other, and then climbed out of the water to the shore, "What are the GRSs I've seen last time?"
He had been there a few days ago, met with people from the intelligence station, and gave a brief speech.
Speaking of this, Stevens was not very happy. He had sent hundreds of emails about the need for security strengthening, and there was no reply from Washington.
This matter still needs to be troubled by the CIA, which really makes him feel embarrassed, but safety is of course the most important thing. Before his security team is filled, you still need to have a good relationship with the other party. Otherwise, if something happens, no one can help him.
"They don't have much staff, but fortunately this is a private meeting that is low-key enough. Just stay in the backyard for support." The assistant had contacted Bob, the intelligence station manager, and the other party agreed immediately.
Stevens took the bath towel and draped it on his body, nodded to the assistant, "No problem, you can arrange it, those GRSs are professional."
A low-key meeting is an adjective that Stevens likes. The strong sense of crisis makes him dare not be too high-profile at all. Many people even don’t know that he is in Benghazi. Otherwise, this meeting with obvious meaning of justice certainly needs to be well promoted by the media.
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"A drink party? I don't drink." In the afternoon, Curtis received an invitation from the mayor Benghazi's secretary. Umbrella has an office in Benghazi to handle some chores.
Several locals were hired to do some daily work, personal income tax, etc., and some work that required external contacts were also done by these people.
This invitation was naturally delivered here, but the content was not about inviting him, but about Umbrella's local person in charge. If Xu Chuan was not here, it should be for Ma Suku.
"Then I'll go. There is no news from Gogol and Nanshu Dan. I'm fine these days." Xu Chuan thought for a while and said, he had nothing to do anyway, so it would be better to go over and join in the fun.
Curtis secretly contempted the mayor's silence. It was hard to say what bad luck this god of bad luck would bring them.
Xu Chuan took the invitation and looked at it twice, then smiled and said, "Oh, that unlucky American Master will go there too."
This unlucky driving would not be like the one who was smoky in her previous life.
You said, wouldn't it be too much to prepare a gas mask for him as a meeting gift?
"No, boss, if he is still a little bloody, he should let the security guard throw you out." Curtis has become accustomed to this person's brain circuit. What the hell is giving someone a gas mask?
Xu Chuan thought about it and chose the former between not being treated as a lunatic and saving his life, "Then forget it."
The same invitation has been delivered to many people in Benghazi, and these people are all well-known local figures without exception. The official Gaoguan, entrepreneurs and local celebrities are far from Stevens' low-key ideas.
Not to mention, the mayor is also preparing to notify the local media that everyone will know that the American driving has reached Benghazi.
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"I have contacted the person named Tamara organized by Ansar Alshalia, who has begun to prepare for an attack on the target building." Alex was contacting Amanda with a satellite phone.
Tamara arrived in Benghazi this afternoon. The guy, with a few subordinates and a large sum of cash, found an armed organization entrenched in Benghazi. This organization is extremely anti-American. It seems that this guy is very smart and does not intend to use his own people. At least he will not be regarded as a scapegoat as soon as possible.
"Move faster, Guo Wuqing can no longer hold back. Stevens' request cannot be dragged on. When the Marines take over the defense, the difficulty of taking action will increase sharply." Amanda said on the phone.
"I have no problem here, but there is a GRS team in the CIA intelligence station. If the attack occurs, they should be able to arrive at the scene soon." Alex stood in front of the hotel window, holding a laser rangefinder in his hand and was looking at Stevens' residence.
"You don't need to worry about that. The intelligence station manager will stop them. It is not their responsibility. It is reasonable to restrict GRS from going out for the security of the intelligence station." Amanda said confidently.
"Okay, hope." Alex didn't say anything more. Although she didn't like the feeling of giving up the initiative, unlike Nikita, she also didn't want to interfere in things that had nothing to do with her. Just do this part of herself.
So even though she felt that the GRS would likely affect the task results, she just mentioned it lightly, and if she listened or not, she would ignore her business.
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"I can provide funds and a bunch of equipment, and of course, the floor plan of the American cabin, which is a great opportunity for you to make a name for you." Tamara asked someone to sit in a very simple restaurant in Benghazi.
The person opposite had a messy curly hair and a pale face, and a nervous look. If Ron from GRS saw it, he would find that this was the group who followed them in the morning.
"Then why did you give me the opportunity?" This person is obviously not from North African descent, but from Middle Eastern, and is likely to be an Irak.
Tamara did not make friends with the other party, but said directly, "Because I am a businessman and have no interest in becoming famous."
The person opposite showed a sarcastic smile on his face, but he did not evaluate Tamara's behavior.
"Tomorrow, this man in Dahuan seems to be attending the mayor's banquet. Do you have any options? I can send someone in." As he said, the man made an explosive move with his hands, with a gloomy smile on his face.
The muscles on Tamara's face twitched twice. To be honest, he really didn't like dealing with such people.
"It's better not to do it. We don't know the situation of the mayor's residence. If it fails, the Americans will definitely strengthen the guards, and it will be troublesome."
The person on the other side thought for a moment and nodded, "What you said makes sense."
As he said that, he stood up, and the two men behind Tamara immediately took a step forward, and they were very alert to these lunatics.
The man smiled and didn't care about Tamara's vigilance. He patted the travel bag on the table, "Okay, my brother, I'm very satisfied with your offer. I'm waiting for your equipment to be delivered now."
Tamara is quite sincere in paying 200,000 US dollars plus 100 people's equipment.
To be honest, I feel a bit despised by people. However, after the war, there are many armed groups like Libiya, which is like a star. The money and equipment are enough to form a team with a very good strength.
"It's so damn. Every time I see this guy, I feel like I'm being targeted by a beast." Tamara walked out of the restaurant and got into his car. From the window, a black flag was flying on a nearby house. It was written in white paint, and Nusra meant victory.
Tamara decided to avoid contact with these people. They were all lunatics and mentally ill, and they had no idea what these people were thinking in their chaotic brains.
"Abdu, do you really want to cooperate with this greedy guy?" On the second floor terrace of the house, the man who was just talking to Tamara was watching Tamara's car go away.
"There is no way. At this stage, we are short of money and people, so we can only cooperate with him. Moreover, this proposal is really tempting." Abdul replied without even replying when he heard his subordinates' questions.
"The development momentum of the CARRYA is very good, and we also need to make some achievements. A big American driving is a good stepping stone. By the way, there are also those mice that always feel that they are hiding well." Abdu's face showed an excited smile.
He is talking about the CIA intelligence station. Those people have always felt that they are hiding well. In fact, their existence has long been tacitly understood by many people.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Abdu doesn't feel that it is difficult to attack two targets at the same time. The so-called cabin has no decent guard power at all. What about the Lie World Travelers, those people are all mobs.
There were only about twenty or thirty people in that intelligence station. Even without Tamara's intelligence, the Nusra Front had been conducting reconnaissance for a period of time and even made some arrangements.
He now has 150 people to use, so it should not be a big problem to win these two goals. Of course, the premise is that Tamara's intelligence is accurate and there will be no reinforcements to support the Americans during this period.
It's a good deal from any angle, and Libi Yanusra Front does need a chance to prove itself.
Tamara's movements were quick, because the American woman didn't give him much time. That night the equipment of the one hundred people he promised to arrive in Benghazi, which he bought from acquaintances of the National Army, including light and heavy weapons and some individual equipment.
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Early the next morning, GRS members arrived at Stevens' residence. Ron and Stevens' security team conducted a mission briefing and arranged their respective work.
"It seems that there is nothing special, and this mission is not complicated." Jack Silva took a last look at the floor plan of the mayor's residence. The entire residence is a stone-built castle, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
There are no commanding heights for snipers to use within two kilometers around. As long as the number of people entering and leaving is controlled, the safety is 100% guaranteed.
"No big problem, everyone who comes to the banquet will have invitations." Ron glanced at the mission briefing.
"A brief speech at 11:45, followed by a private meeting with the mayor, and then a banquet..." Stevens' assistant was finally confirming the itinerary with him.
Twenty minutes later, the GRS man opened the road in front and four cars drove to the destination.
Xu Chuan also changed into his most disliked formal outfit to go out, but it was also a formal occasion. If you don’t want to attract too much attention, it’s best not to be too independent.
Chapter completed!