The Sixth Group of Black Team Special Service that Long Zhan currently belongs to is actually similar in nature to GRS. They are both "gray departments" serving a certain unit in the United States.
The only difference lies in the form of the contract. Members of Secret Service Group 6 have more freedom than GRS employees.
GRS employees only serve the CIA, and their job is to go to the CIA's more than 100 intelligence stations around the world to assist and protect intelligence personnel at the stations.
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Since we don’t know when the task will end, our wages are basically calculated on a daily basis.
It can be said that it is a "contract worker"!
The members of the Sixth Special Service Group have more freedom. Except for three target tasks that must be completed, no one cares about where they want to go at other times.
The salary is a one-time deal, and you will be given a lump sum of money after completing the task.
More like a "temporary worker"!
After reading the military contract in hand, Long Zhan roughly knew what kind of work he was about to perform, and then opened the mission file.
The general content is...
The Libyan civil war has basically ended, and the CIA was ordered to recover various dangerous weapons and equipment used in the Libyan civil war during the civil war.
Especially the individual missiles and chemical weapons-Yellow Cake that the rebels obtained from Kadadozo's army.
The job of GRS is to assist dozens of CIA intelligence officers who have good brains but lack combat effectiveness to complete the recovery of such weapons.
After quickly browsing the contents of the file, a line of words immediately popped up in Long Zhan's mind -
13 hours of crisis!
I have actually never watched the movie Dragon War, but this movie is adapted from real events.
When the real incident occurred, Long Zhan himself was in Benghazi, Libya, where the incident occurred, and led his team to work as temporary workers under a rebel armed force.
The US ambassador was killed in the temporary consulate, and he was the only one in history.
The impact of this incident was so great that it was reported by all mainstream media around the world, and it was well known to everyone in various circles in Benghazi.
As a mercenary serving the war, Long Zhan has many ways to obtain inside information.
Before the U.S. government and various journalists revealed the specific cause of the ambassador's death, Long Zhan figured out the details.
With this personal experience as the basis, plus the description in the mission file file.
It’s hard to remember Long Zhan.
"The 13 Hours of Crisis was a bit difficult. It was equivalent to a smaller version of the Mogadishu Long-distance Run. If I remember correctly, the news reported that two people were killed in the GRS at that time. Including the ambassador and the information officer, a total of four people were killed.
If I don’t plan well in advance, I might be the one who dies in the end.”
Long Zhan had basically confirmed the "plot", put the contract and files back in the suitcase, and began to recall the details in the news reports he had read, thinking about how to survive this disaster smoothly.
There is enough time to respond before the 13-hour crisis occurs.
Long Zhan believed that as long as he could deploy properly and make sufficient preparations in advance, he would be able to resolve the crisis safely when it comes.
Even if you think more conservatively, at least you don't want to be one of the two killed in battle.
…
More than 10 hours later.
Benina Airport, Benghazi, Libya.
Long Zhan walked out of the cabin along the stairs, put on his sunglasses to block the violent rays of the sun, and immediately felt a different atmosphere after jumping around.
Parked on an abandoned runway more than 200 meters away on the right side of the airport was a burned-out Boeing 747.
The perimeter of the airport runway is entirely covered with high-voltage electric wire mesh.
The white-painted exterior wall of the airport terminal is dotted with large and small bomb craters and artillery craters, and even a several-meter-large hole was blasted under the highest tower.
On the walk from the runway to the terminal, armored vehicles and heavily armed soldiers can be seen everywhere.
Take a peek and get the whole picture!
Through visible places like the airport, Dragon War can completely imagine how fierce the civil war in Benghazi was.
Entering a city where the war seems to have disappeared, but is actually filled with violence and unrest, is tantamount to entering a dangerous minefield.
You must be on high alert at all times, otherwise you will end up in pieces.
Walking out of the airport, Long Zhan stood at the gate and scanned around, quickly identifying the GRS employee who came to pick him up.
The special feature is a dark blue shirt, jeans, and a pair of blue sunglasses.
"Gahlil Gibran, I need a tour guide."
Long Zhan walked over and extended his hand to introduce, and along the way, he output the agreed upon secret code.
"Tyrone Woods, come with me."
The man in sunglasses looked at Long Zhan in astonishment. He was surprised by the big man. After a while, he shook hands and introduced himself.
Then he turned around and walked to the parking lot next to him, opened a jeep and got into the driver's seat.
Long Zhan followed and opened the rear door first, threw the luggage he brought on the back seat, then walked to the front, opened the passenger door and got in.
"Full ammo!"
Tyrone took out a pistol and handed it to Long Zhan with the butt facing out.
Movement major, language major.
"The G19 of Saleen International Arms Company, the main identification mark is the golden titanium nitride coated barrel. It is a good pistol, but it has a bad taste."
Long Zhan pulled the slide to check to make sure it was loaded. He opened the safety with his right thumb holding the gun and hid the gun between his thigh and the car door.
"The mini pistol suits you very well."
Tyrone is a former Navy SEAL. In the DRS fax notification he received in advance, it was mentioned that Long Zhan also came from a retired Navy SEAL. He had a good attitude towards Long Zhan, and the little joke started when they met.
After all, they are from the same army!
"I prefer big guys, big guys that are strong, strong and tasty."
Long Zhan grinned, went straight to the core and asked: "The information I received mentioned that we have a team, how is the organization of the others?"
"Three former Marines and one former Army Ranger are all ordinary assault troops. Now it's up to you, an old bird, to support them." Tyrone started the car and said.
Tyrone's words may seem like flattery, but they are actually telling the truth.
Whether they are Marines or Rangers, they are all conventional assault forces and are not at the same level as special forces.
Not to mention that Dragon War comes from the seals, one of the three strongest ace units in the legend - DG.
The gap in strength between them is even greater.
"What about you? Why don't you introduce yourself?" Long Zhan asked with a smile.
"You and I come from the same place, a former SEAL team member and the leader of the DRS team. I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."
The army is a place that values strength. Long Zhan's strength has won Tyrone's recognition and humility, and he doesn't show off as a captain at all.
"of course".
Long Zhan curled his lips, it was his first time here, and overall he felt pretty good.