"Boss, the atmosphere outside is a bit strange." Curtis came back from outside at around 9 o'clock in the evening, and someone was deliberately inciting the public and setting up something in the chaos.
"Xiao Ai brought accurate news that the temporary diplomatic facilities in the United States will be attacked tomorrow night." Xu Chuan was sitting on the sofa watching the news on TV.
"Alex?" Curtis was surprised when he heard the name, "Hehe, so it was her last night. Be careful that Nikita killed you."
Xu Chuan curled his lips, "When it comes to serious business, I want to find something from Stevens' personal computer while it is in chaos."
It doesn't matter whether he dies or not. The value of this man's information about communication with the upper class of America is immeasurable.
There must be a server and encryption device there, which is difficult to hack from the outside, but if you connect directly to the router inside, you might find something interesting.
Curtis didn't care. They had done a lot of this kind of thing.
Xu Chuan took out a floor plan with the same style as Tamara's hand and expanded it on the table. "Stevens lives in this main building, with a safe house, high-strength bulletproof doors and windows, and a wall of about 3 meters is equipped with a grid."
"There are guards in front and back doors, but the personnel are from Les Brigade, and I don't think they can withstand a wave of attacks."
Xu Chuan took out the tactical terminal and opened the map of Benghazi. "The only one that can pose a threat is the CIA intelligence station 1.9 kilometers away, where the GRS still has some combat capabilities."
"Do we need our people to block them?" Curtis said. Those Yemenis only need to change their clothes, which is not much different from those of the locals.
Xu Chuan marked a route on the map, "If you drive, this is the closest route from the intelligence station to Stevens, and I need to get them out of the car and walk."
Although Alex said that the CIA upper level would limit the actions of that group of GRS, humans are full of uncertainty.
Moreover, GRS's actions will provide cover for Alex. If Stevens is lucky to be saved by GRS, it will of course no longer be her responsibility.
"No problem, we can trigger a conflict at the intersection. In order to arrive as soon as possible, the GRS people will definitely decide to take a detour." They are all aware of these former US military behavior habits and can arrange them easily.
Their movements need to be faster, and they use the time they have acquired to capture the computer room and Stevens' office while they are in trouble.
As for those extremists, it is indeed a problem, but it is all about setting fires. It is not a matter of anyone doing it. If they do it, they will make someone set the fire on it.
"Boss, I have a question. Since GRS has already gone to support Stevens, why don't we take down this intelligence station directly?" Curtis said a very bold idea.
Hiss, Xu Chuan took a breath of air conditioning. This guy is so cruel to his own people.
However, then again, this guy is right. There are only six people in the entire GRS team. It doesn’t make sense to support Stevens if there are fewer people.
By then, only those analysts would be left in the intelligence station, and there would be no defensive force at all.
Then the question now is whether this matter is profitable.
Xu Chuan leaned on the sofa and thought about it. The CIA's terminal server was really attractive, but it was not like Stevens could do things without anyone noticing it.
After capturing the intelligence station, the CIA will definitely conduct a comprehensive inspection of the system security, and perhaps the hands and feet of Stevens will be exposed.
Greedy and chew too much, "No, let's focus all our attention on Stevens' side."
Of course, Curtis had no problem. Whoever was the boss had the final say, and things were settled.
They were too idle at night. After nightfall, Xu Chuan and several others went out to investigate. Benghazi at night were different from daytime. Although there was no curfew, the soldiers of the National Army were also patrolling the road.
The power supply system was severely damaged by the war, and large residential areas had not yet been restored due to power grid failures. These dark places are the natural protective colors of people like Xuchuan.
It’s not enough to have a floor plan alone. They also need to investigate the night guard change situation. Of course, these are just in case. As long as the extremist organizations start attacking the guards, they should start to be in chaos.
But at least we need to figure out how many people are inside and outside, and to understand the surrounding roads and buildings.
Not only that, they also walked the route from the intelligence station to Stevens. It took at least twenty minutes for ordinary people to 1.9 kilometers. Considering that those GRSs are professional soldiers, this time must be greatly shortened.
Of course, they must carry weights, and they also need to be alerted to the surroundings while moving, so it takes about fifteen to twenty minutes.
Xu Chuan was not too close to the intelligence station. Compared with Stevens, the intelligence station's defense was better. The searchlights set around the buildings and the lookout posts in various directions must have night vision or thermal imaging equipment.
Therefore, it is definitely not a good choice if these extremists choose to fight the GRS nightly.
"We need to complete the work within twenty minutes, and this time should be sufficient, but we need to consider the trouble caused by the Nusra Front."
"There are also drones. After the attack begins, the US predators should be deployed over Benghazi as soon as possible."
Xu Chuan, Curtis and Damien Scott hid in an uninhabited house, opposite to Stevens' residence.
"Their target must be this main building, where we pretend to be Les Break to attract their attention." Scott held up a flashlight and pointed to the floor plan, a space from the pool to the entrance of the building is perfect for blocking.
"Yes, but you can't beat them too much, and it will be troublesome to scare these people away directly," Xu Chuan added.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! What is the Nusla Front? These people are not much better than the National Army. If Curtis and his group of people fall down a dozen times in one meeting, the others will definitely turn around and run away.
"But you still have to be careful of the heavy weapons in the hands of these people." After Colonel Ka was overthrown, the equipment in his arsenal became the spoils of various people. These equipment had flowed into the black market in large quantities, causing the price of weapons to keep falling.
There are many heavy weapons in these equipment.
"Don't worry, we know what to do." Curtis calculated the number of people needed in his mind. There should not be too many people, otherwise the people on the Nusra Front might be suspicious.
"Leave the computer room to me. I contact Berkhof. He must be very familiar with the system here." Xu Chuan pointed to a house on the west side of the main building and said that it was the tactical center of security personnel. Next door was the computer room with servers and network equipment.
"By the way, I'll give Stevens anonymously a gift tomorrow morning." Xu Chuan still remembers his gas mask. This meme won't let him play it in full and he feels uncomfortable.
After hearing this, Curtis's eyes twitched twice. The God of Doom just shook hands with Stevens, and the other party was actually targeted.
The entire plan was basically settled like this, time was a little rushed, and there were some variables that could not be controlled, such as the specific actions of the Nusra Front, which were not under the control of Umbrella from time to means.
This is even more true for GRS. If these people are not stopped as they think, and they still drive to support, the possibility of the whole thing failing will be very high.
It doesn't matter. They often face this situation, and sometimes they don't even have time to make any plans, but there are some things that need to be done and there is no way to do.
Early the next morning, Albert and his men arrived in Benghazi. A group of twenty people were able to deal with most situations as long as it was not a large-scale battle.'
"First of all, the most important thing is not to expose your identity." Xu Chuan asked these people to be divided into three groups. Albert led five people to cause trouble for the GRS on the way, and Curtis led five people to pretend to be the people from the Les Brigade to block the Nusra Front.
The others were handed over to Scott, who were responsible for providing support.
The equipment was ready-made. There was a warehouse in the company that stored a batch of weapons in case of trouble. Everyone changed the sand-colored camouflage on their bodies, put on various casual clothes, and then hugged their faces with a headscarf. A group of people instantly turned into a local armed organization.
I repeated the plan with everyone again, and then made preparations.
From noon, Benghazi started riots again. Just like the day before, demonstrators held various signs and began to gather from all directions. This time the number of people was much higher than the day before.
However, the soldiers of the National Army did not take this matter seriously. They thought these people would be the same as yesterday and would be disbanded after a while.
These people first gathered outside the city government, and after trying to rush in, they had a conflict with the National Army responsible for security.
The soldiers of the National Army were also locals. They did not dare to shoot, and the number of people was too small to stop these people.
The defense line was broken, and the demonstrators rushed into the city hall. It took no time to rob the inside, and the human beast nature was released.
These people began to attack shops along the way and caused even greater riots. Benghazi now almost everyone has guns, and the shooting happened almost immediately. It was like a drop of water falling into a pan. The whole of Benghazi was boiling, and the shooting began to happen in every corner of the city.
The National Army began to close some important roads, especially those places where senior executives lived were heavily guarded.
Stevens was extremely nervous, and the people from the Les Boutique whispered at the front and back doors, and occasionally quarreled, not knowing what they were talking about.
Several DSS agents stood on the watchtower, holding telescopes to look at the situation outside, and various gunfires rang out in the distance, "Contact the intelligence station to see what news there is on them."
"I've asked, and the other side said everything is normal." Another stood below holding the phone.
"Is this called everything normal?" A black agent pointed to the tracer bullet that was passing through the sky in the distance. How was this normal?
The people below spread their hands, and they also felt very embarrassed. GRS came here to help them improve security measures before, and they also said that there was no attack here, and now it is a slap in the face.
The intelligence station was even more chaotic. The riots yesterday had not been found out. So, such a serious attack occurred today. According to the news, dozens of casualties have been injured and killed.
These intelligence personnel are very clear that if the Benghazi Prefecture cannot solve this problem properly, the next step will be the melee between armed organizations of all sizes, and the next possible civil war between Libiya and East and West.
These people were all working overtime last night. Webmaster Bob finally got the information he wanted. Judging from the news compiled from all aspects, he seemed to see the shadow of Ansar Elsalia organization and Libi Yanusra Front in yesterday's riots.
Ansar's main activity area is in Tripoli. According to intelligence, this organization is not extreme, and the Nusra Front is a real extremist organization. Like the Yanusra Front, they were all split from the Irak YSL country.
The intelligence personnel were thinking a little more. This time, Ansar and Nusra Front were linked together, which seemed to have some different meanings.
GRS captain Ron seemed to smell some unusual smell. Since yesterday, some strange people began to appear around the intelligence station, constantly taking videos with their mobile phones.
When they went out, these people ran away and disappeared. Although some people had peeked here before, they were not so blatant.
"Be careful, is there any work today?" Ron asked in their lounge.
"In the evening, Oz will accompany Jill Anne to meet a big man and have dinner together."
"At this time? Have dinner together?" Ron looked unbelievable.
However, the place they are going to is a key area with the National Army's leaders, and the security there should be guaranteed. However, it's just that it's so messy outside now, and it's not a good time no matter how you look at it.
The others shrugged, their job was to ensure that these intelligence personnel came back alive, and others could not interfere.
Ron shook his head, "Well, the observation post will always be there. Who will ask Bob if he can transfer a death drone to come."
If there is air support, he will feel more at ease.
"Captain, why don't you go by yourself?"
"Bob doesn't want to see me now," Ron said with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"I don't think that coward wants to see any of us," Tanto added.
Tiger, wearing glasses, stood up and walked towards Bob's office, "I'd better go, it would be a lot more reassuring if there were drones."
"Brother, come on." Several people whistled at him.
Ten minutes later, Tiger walked back and shook his head at everyone, "No, Bob has applied, but the Italian Air Force Base rejected his request."
Several people cursed, and all kinds of Farkes and the Bichin burst out.
Chapter completed!