While Tyrone Woods was reporting, he also looked ahead. The four thick and strong gun barrels gave him a strong sense of oppression.
"We are requesting support from the Martyrs Brigade on February 17, but they have already been dispatched..."
The headquarters responded very quickly, but unfortunately it was all useless nonsense. Tyrone was too lazy to listen and hung up the radio directly.
He dialed a number on his cell phone and said, "Oz, we're in trouble again on the Fifth Ring Road. You know what to do."
Mark Oz Guest, a former outstanding noncommissioned officer of the Marine Corps, is now a main member of the GRS and Captain Oron's most capable right-hand man.
The February 17th Martyrs Brigade mentioned by the headquarters, Long Zhan has seen it in the mission information.
In order to support John Stevens, the U.S. ambassador to Libya, the U.S. State Department became the first liaison with the Libyan anti-government forces and launched activities in Benghazi to consolidate U.S. political interests.
They specially spent money to invite the February 17th Martyrs Brigade to become the United States’ “partner” in Benghazi.
to be honest.
Just pay this rebel to protect the U.S. embassy and intelligence station in Benghazi from being harmed by other Libyan rebels.
The February 17th Martyrs Brigade is nominally a "security guard", but in fact they are just dawdling around.
They are very active when taking money, but if something happens, they will either pretend not to see it or run faster than anyone else. It is impossible to do anything practical.
To put it more vividly...
The February 17th Martyrs Brigade is a "low-cost" PMC. The embassy's superior Ministry of National Defense specially paid for the cheap and easy-to-use labor force in Libya.
It is completely unrealistic to expect them to fight. It is enough to stand at the door and show off.
It was precisely because Tyrone knew this situation that when he heard that the request was from the Martyrs Brigade on February 17, he decisively chose to hang up the communication.
It's a big joke to beg such a young man who can rebel at any time.
"We are notifying the February 17th Martyrs Brigade, and it may not take long to arrive." The CIA intelligence station headquarters called again.
"Wait for those guys to come over and help? Are you sure you're not kidding me? I've already asked my people to come over and there's no need for them." Tyrone objected.
"NO! Contact the February 17th Martyrs Brigade..."
"I'll just find my team members." Tyrone interrupted.
"Your private actions will affect diplomacy. I will report the situation to the station manager. The station manager will definitely not allow them to leave the headquarters." The attitude of the headquarters is also firm.
"Listen to me, directly in front of me, in addition to that damn heavy machine gun, there are more than a dozen people holding AK rifles and rocket launchers. As long as they fire, they can blow up my car all the way to Zimbabwe."
…
Tyrone was having a heated argument with the headquarters, which did not help the actual situation at all.
Long Zhan paid more attention to the outside of the car and saw a middle-aged Libyan wearing a military cap walking over with three armed militiamen.
One militiaman carried a rocket launcher on his back, and the other two held AKs in their hands.
The firepower is fierce!
The young man on the left holding an AK74 rifle, wearing a triangular turban and a pair of sunglasses came to the car, pointed his gun at the windshield and shouted: "Get out of the car!"
"Man, welcome to Benghazi, hope we make it out of here alive."
The enemy was already in front of him, and any request was of no use. Tyrone turned off the radio directly and could only rely on improvisation.
“It’s a small scene, nothing to be afraid of.”
Long Zhan was very calm, and even though the muzzle of the gun was right in front of him, he didn't have any trace of panic.
As a "veteran" walking on the line between life and death, I have experienced dozens or hundreds of death threats, and been put to the head with a gun countless times.
The threat of a few mud-legged armed militiamen is simply insignificant.
"Bang~"
Seeing that the people in the car had not gotten out of the car, the young man in sunglasses standing at the front of the car lost his temper and slapped the hood of the car in annoyance.
"This is our visa."
Tyrone's left hand was hidden between his thigh and the car door, and his right hand held the document and sent it out the car window.
"Get off the car, speed up, and park to the side."
The person speaking this time was not the young man in sunglasses, but a middle-aged Libyan man walking in the middle wearing a white horn hat, who looked like a small boss at first glance.
"You need to give me a reason?"
Long Zhan also put his left hand under the car door and looked calmly at the middle-aged man in a hat standing beside the car.
"Sorry, we can't cooperate with you. We have legal documents."
Tyrone was equally calm and refused the unreasonable request of the middle-aged man. The car was the only means of escape for the two of them, and they certainly could not just give it up.
"Get off the car and get off for me."
The young man in sunglasses at the front of the car was very angry. He took two long strides to Tyrone's car window, and pointed his gun at Tyrone's head from about half a meter away.
Long Zhan and Tyrone looked at each other and reached a consensus through eye contact.
"Our people are coming, in front."
Long Zhan suddenly raised his chin forward, and the four Libyan militiamen, including the middle-aged man in the hat, instinctively turned their heads and looked forward.
The next second.
The four of them didn't see anything in front, so they realized something was wrong and turned their heads back at the same time. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Tyrone raised his hand hidden by the car door and pointed the gun in his hand at the armed militiamen beside the door.
Long Zhan's movements are even more fierce and direct.
The long arm of the 1.94 meter tall man reached out of the car and grabbed the middle-aged man wearing a hat one meter away by the neck, and easily pulled his head into the car window.
The G19 pistol that Tyrone gave him before was pressed tightly against the chin of the middle-aged man in the hat.
When the other three armed militiamen saw their boss being captured, they were so frightened that they raised their weapons and aimed them at Tyrone and Long Zhan in the city.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"We don't want to cause trouble, we just want to pass from here. There is no enmity between you and me, so why are you making trouble for us? If I were you, I would give them an order to get out of the way immediately.
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After Long Zhan finished speaking, he pressed the muzzle of his gun hard, letting the middle-aged man with the hat feel his determination.
If there is any abnormal movement, he will really shoot.
"Good job, man."
Tyrone praised Long Zhan for being as fast as lightning, and also threatened: "You guys can all look up, have you seen the drone in the sky?
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It's normal not to be able to see. The drone can see you and your face has been clearly photographed.
We are Americans, and if anything happens to us, America will remember you and we will retaliate and you, your family and friends will be blown to ashes.
You know I'm not joking, you have seen our American bombers bombing."