Chapter 441: The Consulate Falls Instantly, Asking For a Monthly Pass
The convoys entered the temporary consulate one after another. With the walls and security guards in place, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Ambassador, do you know your itinerary for tomorrow?"
Long Zhan escorted Stevens into the main building, and Tyrone followed behind to ask questions.
"Huh~"
Stevens took a long breath and said while unbuttoning and loosening his tie: "I have been told to be careful. Tomorrow is the September 11th anniversary. I will stay here all day, so I don't need a driver."
No need for a driver means no need for bodyguards, and the GRS team can rest at home.
After Stevens finished speaking, he walked into his bedroom.
"Americans are not welcome here. There is no upper limit to the firepower of those militiamen. They will cooperate with each other to surprise. The ambassador's actions should be as low-key as possible. You three should do better."
Thinking back to what happened in the city hall just now, Tyrone was still frightened and had to alert the DSS team that protected the ambassador.
"Originally it was indeed just a private meeting, but the Benghazi City Council privately informed the media that the Libyans in this place will not listen to our arrangements."
Scott, the leader of the DSS team, stood up and explained, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Haha, guys, how are you..."
At this time, someone came out of the kitchen and took the initiative to say hello to Long Zhan and others.
"Shane Smith, a communications engineer who just came from Tripoli. These two are Tyrone and Gibran who work for the CIA workstation."
Scott introduced the names and identities of both parties, and then said jokingly with a smile: "Shane came to set up secure communication equipment for the ambassador, and it turned out to be an ultra-fast satellite network."
"We also want a super-fast network." Tyrone said enviously.
In Libya, a country with severely backward communication infrastructure and no network coverage in most places, it is indeed a very good thing to have the high-speed network brought by satellite communication.
"I have security clearance. Maybe, after I finish my work here, I can rush over in a few days." Sean agreed enthusiastically.
"You don't seem to have much to do. I think if you have time, you can prepare a few sets of respirators in the safe house. If you can't find them, you can use gas masks instead."
Long Zhan's suggestion was not loud, but it immediately aroused the reaction of everyone in the audience.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with the safe shelter. Even explosives cannot easily explode it. This is not an underground fortification, so the respiratory system cannot be used."
Scott did not take Long Zhan's proposal seriously and was very confident in the safe house he built.
"Have you ever considered the possibility that the enemy cannot enter the safe house and simply sets fire to it? What will be the consequences if you hide in the safe house?"
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"this……"
As soon as Long Zhan said this conjecture, Scott immediately became speechless.
Tyrone and the other two DSSs on the side also realized that this was the biggest loophole in the safe house, and their expressions became serious.
"It is your DSS job to protect the ambassadors. We are just drivers who drive here occasionally. You decide what to do. I wish you a happy weekend."
After Long Zhan finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and strode out.
Looking at Long Zhan leaving, Scott fell into deep thought.
Long Zhan knew what would happen next, and if he wanted to save the ambassador's life, he didn't need to do much, as long as he didn't die from the smoke.
Now that he has given the advice in advance, all the people in the State Council need to do is follow the instructions.
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September 11th.
This day is a very heavy day for the United States.
In the consulate protected by the February 17th Martyrs Brigade, the ambassador fulfilled his promise and stayed at home.
At the CIA intelligence station where Long Zhan was located, the stationmaster did not arrange any outing missions, and everyone stayed inside the base.
1:30 p.m.
The intelligence station and the consulate were calm, just like every other day.
The GRS team is also resting.
Tyrone is playing video games with his family, Long Zhan and Boone are sharing each other's fitness tips, Tanto is playing a single-player shooting game...
Everyone is enjoying the weekend leisurely, and the atmosphere is very relaxed and pleasant.
Except for Long Zhan who would raise his head from time to time and look in the direction of the temporary consulate, no one else noticed that a major event that would shock the world was about to happen.
In a blink of an eye, it was past 8 o'clock in the evening.
As night falls, darkness begins to stir.
More than 30 armed Libyans, shouting various slogans along the way, rushed to the gate of the temporary consulate.
The police car that was parked next to the gate immediately started its engine and drove away without saying a word.
The departure of the police was like a spreading plague, turning the members of the February 17th Martyrs Brigade who were guarding the door into frightened birds in an instant.
"Da da da da..."
Suddenly, gunfire rang out.
From the Libyans rushing over.
As the first person fired at the consulate, the remaining 30 or so people also turned into thugs and opened fire in the direction of the consulate.
Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire, and bullets flew toward the consulate door.
The security guards, who were already frightened, were suddenly frightened. No one stayed to shoot and resist, and they all dispersed and went their separate ways.
The consulate door was left open to the incoming Libyan mob.
As the saying goes: How much work do you do for how much money you get?
With a salary of more than 20 US dollars a day, you have to bring your own weapons and ammunition, and expect others to risk your life to protect your safety. This is obviously unrealistic.
The security guards of the Martyrs Brigade ran away on February 17, which was completely foreseeable.
The three DSS men who were drinking and chatting by the pool heard the gunshots coming from the front door. They reacted reasonably and immediately ran back to put on their body armor and get their guns.
But when they put on their equipment, picked up their guns, and came out again, it didn't help.
The gate of the consulate had no defense, and the Libyan thugs who launched the attack could march straight in. By this time, they had already rushed into the gate.
While clearing away the fleeing security guards, they approached the building inside the consulate.
Seeing that he could no longer keep the thugs out and had lost the opportunity to retreat, Scott immediately asked the ambassador to take refuge in a safe house.
Chris, the information officer who also had no combat effectiveness, followed the ambassador and fled to the safe house in panic.
After entering the safe house, Stevens immediately started calling for help without thinking. He first called the nearest intelligence station.
The distance between the two was only 1.5 miles, and the gunfire was clear enough to reach the intelligence station.
Before Stevens made the emergency call, Tyrone and Long Zhan, the captains of the GRS team, had already gone outside and looked into the distance.
The remaining four people heard the distress signal and came out one after another.