The sun is gradually setting, but the chaos in Benghazi seems to be getting worse and worse, without any signs of relief.
Some people who were dressed in unusually, began to gather in front of the gate of Stevens' temporary diplomatic facilities. Unlike the previous day, these people were obviously not civilians, wearing headscarves and robes.
The police car that had been parked here at the door since noon seemed to know what was going to happen, and several policemen jumped into the car and drove away from the scene quickly.
The people in the Les Brigade seemed to have had a disagreement. Some people threw their guns and ran away, while others stayed at the door and looked at the people in their robes with some at a loss.
These people gathered more and more, from the beginning to the current thirty or forty.
When the last ray of sunlight disappeared, the people took off their robes and exposed their automatic weapons that had been hiding inside the robes.
The gunshots of AKM instantly rose, and the remaining Les Brigade ran away, but there were still a few of them swept to the ground by bullets, and some people tried to resist, but they could not organize an effective defense at all, making all the bunkers piled at the door a decoration.
The residents living around quickly ran back home to close the doors and windows, but some brave people stood on the terrace while drinking tea while watching the excitement, and commented with others.
An RPG rocket hit the wall and exploded. The entrance door was opened, and some local staff ran out of it and did not close the door, allowing the extremists to take the front door very smoothly.
Umbrella, who had been hiding nearby, had been impatient for a long time. Seeing that these people finally started to act, they all got out of the car cursingly.
"Test the communication system in the end," Xu Chuan said, holding down PTT on his shoulder.
Although their group was dressed in a simple manner, they had walkie-talkies hidden in their clothes. They were linked with headsets and could not be seen by anyone in a headscarf.
"The call is normal, Over."...
"I've heard it all. The environment is complicated this time, and everyone has to wear the armband as a logo." Xu Chuan pointed to the bright red armband on his arm.
Those extremists dress differently, and I really don’t know how they distinguish their own people.
Everyone agreed, then picked up their respective weapons for inspection and loaded them, all of which were AKMS and an RPD light machine gun.
Umbrella's action began, and they spread out to form a loose L formation, and suddenly shouted as they approached the back door, "Les Bundes will win."
Instead of distinguishing the personnel at the back door, they treated all the extremists and the real Les Brigade as enemies.
Compared with the front door as a key offensive position, there are fewer extremists here, and there are only seven or eight members of the Les Brigade who are resisting.
When Umbrella's men came up from behind, these people had no way to resist. After a gunshot, everyone else fell to the ground.
“Clear!”
“Clear!”
After re-shotting the fallen man, two of them went over and tried to push open the iron gate, while the others were responsible for the alert in all directions.
Their movement was quick, as the men from the Nusra Front at the front door had already rushed into the yard and were trying to open the monitoring room built with bulletproof materials at the door.
"I'll go to the tactical center and help me block for twenty minutes." Xu Chuan said on the walkie-talkie, and then ran quickly to the established position.
Curtis took the others to first understand the nearby surveillance cameras, and then ran to the main building where Stevens lived.
Several RPG rockets exploded on the exterior walls of the building, countless stones and cement blocks fell down, and the windows of the house were broken, except for the frames reinforced by bulletproof materials.
Two DSS agents have protected Stevens into the safety house and locked the security door at the door. This specially made fence door is difficult to violently destroy without high explosives.
Stevens was hiding in the corner wearing a bulletproof vest and shivering. He kept praying in his heart and scolding the executives who were in the corpse and food in Washington. How could this happen if the security was strengthened earlier?
He thought of the box he received in the morning. The gas mask inside made him puzzled for a while. Now it seemed that someone was giving him a warning.
The DSS agents kept calling for support, calling with their superiors, Tripoli, and the US African Command, but they knew in their hearts that the only reality was the experienced GRS 1.9 kilometers away.
They kept calling the intelligence station, and even contacted each other directly by phone to get their brothers.
This safe house is a Jedi. As long as you hide in, it is difficult for people outside to come in, but it also means that you cannot go out. They can only hope that someone will come to support them before these extremists attack.
The other two DSS agents were holding an MK18 and huddled in the dormitory next to the tactical center, while the other was watching the surveillance camera in Xu Chuan's target computer room.
The men from the Nusra Front had already rushed to Stevens' residence and were then decently blocked for the first time.
Curtis led his men to establish a temporary position centered on the right side of the main building with the RPD light machine gun as the center.
"Be careful, don't fight too accurately, just suppress them here." Curtis shouted on the intercom, remembering that he was not here to save the American driver.
Otherwise, the people on the other side rushed over in a rush, and he could ensure that half of the opponent's hands were eliminated as soon as possible.
"The primary target is RPG." Curtis knocked down a bazooka player with AKMS, and the RPG rocket flew into the air when the opponent fell to the ground.
The blocked Nusra Front also stabilized after the initial panic and began to shoot at these people through a swimming pool.
Abdu, who also held AKM, hid behind a marble pillar at the gate of the building and shot at Curtis, shouting that he would press his companions to hold him up and hold him up.
Because they had occupied the gate of the main building, according to the intelligence, the driving of the Americans should be inside. As long as they guard the gate, they had time to rush in and drag the American out.
Very good. He thought of going with the other side, and Curtis had no intention of rushing up. What they needed to cover was Xu Chuan who had already touched the computer room. If it weren't for not being exposed, the two sides might as well discuss whether they would be both of them to do their own things or not to mess with anyone.
Xu Chuan had already arrived outside the tactical center, and there were lights on inside, but the dormitory next to him was pitch black.
He lowered his body and pressed against the wall, slowly touched under the window of the dormitory, where a figure was there.
I don’t know who it is, but it is probably the DSS agent in charge of security. This guy probably has locked the door of the dormitory and is trembling inside.
Xu Chuan ignored him. In this case, the other party did not dare to go out at all, but when he passed by the door, he used the wire he picked up to strengthen the other party outside.
Behind the dormitory is the computer room, next to it is a substation connected to their tactical center, and there should be an arsenal inside.
A DSS agent in the computer room was watching the screens of all monitoring locations in front of the monitoring equipment, and then used the intercom to tell Stevens about the situation outside, and kept calling for support from outside.
"In Tripoli, Benghazi's cabin was attacked, we need support." The man looked at the extremists everywhere on the screen and was about to cry.
"GRS, are you here? We can't hold on for long."
At this time, Xu Chuan was listening to the movement inside outside the door. He tried to pull the door handle and confirmed that the inside should be locked.
He took out a C2 door explosive with a set charge from his bag behind him and stuck it to the door lock, installed an electric detonator connected to the wire, hid aside, and then quickly pressed the handle of the M57 detonator three times.
Tips (C2 formula: 78.7%RDX 12% dinitrotoluene 5%TNT 2.7% mononitrotoluene 0.3% wet nitrotoluene (soluble in gum cotton) 0.3% wet nitrotoluene (soluble in pyromphetol) 1% special solvent (as if it is a mixture of oil and plasticizer) Another: RDX (black Sorkin) English translation of Hexogen, chemical name cyclotrimethylene trinitrosamine.)
While the current detonator was detonating, the C2 explosive produced an explosive power that was inconsistent with its volume. The steel security door and door lock were directly blown out a hole, and the entire door had been completely deformed.
I could vaguely hear the person inside shouting, "Oh my...fuck you!"
Xu Chuan took this opportunity to rush over and lift his legs and kicked the door open, then swung the butt and smashed it into the head of the DSS agent who was stunned by the blow.
Before the other party's right hand touched the pistol on the table, the buttstock touched the other party's forehead intimately. With a "bang", the guy fell to the ground.
"Well, it sounds good, it's a good start." Xu Chuan complained to himself, took out a tie and tied it up for this guy so that he wouldn't wake up and cause trouble.
"Okay, start working." Xu Chuan threw his bag on the table and looked at the computer room. There were more than a dozen monitors hanging on the wall in front of him, showing the pictures of all the monitoring equipment here.
There are two sets of cabinets located near the wall, which contain several servers and disk arrays, as well as network equipment such as switches and routers.
To be honest, Master Xu’s computer knowledge is limited to being able to disassemble and install computer hosts. He doesn’t know how to play the server except that he can recognize what brand it is.
But it doesn't matter, he has technical support, and now he is a team of technical support.
Berkhof was ready in Morocco. Xu Chuan took out a network device developed by Umbrella from his bag and plugged it directly into the router.
Then take out your tactical terminal, open the video function and start to connect with Burkhoff.
"I have connected the device, what are you doing now?" Xu Chuan asked, looking at Burkhoff's slightly deformed face on the screen.
"Brother, I've seen it. All you have to do now is not to touch anything and make sure you don't turn off the power." Burkhoff warned him in a serious tone while operating on the computer.
"Will it make me feel too relaxed if I don't do anything?" Xu Chuan sat on a chair and placed his feet on the table with the monitor.
"Brother, you're better bored. Give us ten minutes to all the information on this server to yours." Burkhoff was very excited. "Not only that, I can also use this server to implant Trojans on the CIA system. At that time, Nikita and Smith will not need to smuggle in the United States. I can give them a new identity."
"Beautiful job." Xu Chuan gave a thumbs up in front of the camera, "By the way, don't forget to destroy the surveillance data."
"Don't worry, it's done, but for safety reasons, you'd better give them a physical destruction later."
Xu Chuan took out four AN-M14 aluminum thermal grenades from his bag and put them in the cabinet to prepare.
The battle outside was still going on. The people from the Nusra Front had already attacked the main building where Stevens was. After searching or looting all the rooms up and downstairs, the extremists who did not find anyone looked at the safe house blocked by the iron fence.
"Winnie, Vinie, how is the situation outside?" A call came from the intercom that fell to the ground. Xu Chuan reached out and picked it up and put it on the table.
The voice on the intercom was very anxious, "We have brought the ambassador into the safe house, Winnie, what is the situation now, where is our support?"
The other party kept calling out to the guy named Winnie. Xu Chuan looked down at the white man who was unconscious in the corner. It seemed that he was the one.
Xu Chuan looked at the pictures on more than a dozen monitors in front of him. The people from the Nusra Front were still shooting against Curtis and the others, but they belonged to the suppressed side. Curtis and the others did not use all their strength, but were just relying on the cover to confront each other, making these extremists feel the pressure.
Their main target of killing is those with heavy weapons, while others still focus on suppression.
Because the other party had found the hiding place where he drove, his attention was all placed in the safe room.
Abdu took the AKM and fired at the iron gate, but there was no effect except that the rebounding stray bullet accidentally injured two subordinates.
To be continued...