"Didn't the Libyan Anti-Government Committee send someone to assist? The Fifth National Council cooperates with them." Tyrone asked curiously.
"A bunch of militia leaders got together to argue, and there was no result for more than half an hour. The reason was that the people from the National Provisional Committee were off work. Isn't this joke funny? Haha..."
The webmaster couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, obviously out of anger.
"Maybe they didn't answer the phone on purpose."
Tyrone curled his lips speechlessly, then lowered his voice and asked in a complicated tone: "What about our people? Did they answer the phone?"
This issue is actually somewhat sensitive and is a struggle at the political level.
The smile on the webmaster's face suddenly disappeared, and he responded with a stern face: "I've been trying."
"Drones have been online for a long time and have been hovering above our heads. The US government can see more pictures and learn more information through them than we can. Aren't they prepared to do something?"
Tyrone changed the topic when he said this, and his calm tone became a little more angry.
He lowered his voice and said coldly: "They could have sent fighter jets over. They didn't need to drop bombs, they just needed to fly over our heads and everything would be over.
All these bastards around us would be scared shitless, but they were watching, and they just kept watching."
When he said the last two sentences, Taylor was already clenching his teeth and getting angry.
"..."
The webmaster was speechless and could only remain silent.
…
U.S. Department of Defense Mission Center.
Many high-ranking officials, as well as government officials in suits and ties, were sitting in luxurious offices, holding video and telephone conferences.
"The U.S. 10th Special Forces Group prepares to deploy..."
"Croatia has a quick reaction force that can go to Benghazi to support..."
"Africa Combat Command has troops dispatched..."
Several high-ranking military officials in military uniforms informed that their troops were ready and all personnel boarded the transport plane, ready to set off at any time with just an order.
"The State Department needs approval from the Libyan government before allowing rescue forces to enter Libya."
"The local situation is now very complicated, and the airport has become very dangerous. We must think carefully. Blind rescue will only bring greater sacrifices."
"We need to pay attention to the international impact. If we rashly send troops into Libya, the consequences will be very bad."
In response to the uniformed commander's request for rescue, several government officials in suits made remarks, fundamentally rejecting the idea of sending troops to rescue now.
Politicians always prioritize political value, and everything else will take a back seat.
Even if life is at stake!
"I know the situation has changed, but there are many Americans stranded, and the top priority is to get them on the plane first and then make subsequent decisions."
"We are actively coordinating with the Libyan government and there will be results soon."
The participants in the meeting were divided into two groups: Jingwei and Jingwei, and they began to continue useless arguments. This was how the few hours since the attack on the consulate had been consumed.
We can obviously use tougher measures, but we keep delaying it for various reasons.
…
3:25pm.
Benghazi Airport.
"We have been waiting for almost two hours, and these guys are still arguing there. If this continues, there will probably be no results until dawn."
Sonny looked at Jason with an ugly face and suggested: "There are some vehicles parked outside, why don't we just get one and go directly there."
"I agree."
Clay immediately agreed.
Trent also has a strong impulse, and the eagerness to try is particularly obvious in his eyes.
Lei was relatively rational at this time, frowning and analyzing in a deep voice: "It will definitely not be a problem to get in, but it will be a big trouble to get out.
There are more than 30 reporting personnel in the intelligence station, plus the defensive security personnel, it is estimated that there are more than 45 people. The retreat of so many people is not a small matter.
If there is not enough escort force, taking them away will be very bad and may even harm everyone."
Everyone knows what Lei means.
Without sufficient armed escort and without the protection of the high-walled fence of the intelligence station, all protection is lost.
If more than 40 people were attacked on the road to the airport, it would be difficult to survive.
"Fake!"
Jason had been suppressing his anger before, but now after listening to Lei's analysis, he immediately broke through the defense, no longer caring about his concerns, and came to the liaison officer angrily.
At this time, the liaison officer was meeting several militia leaders, still discussing rescue issues.
Jason said to the liaison officer with a dark face: "Go and tell them immediately, if you continue to delay like this, a large number of Americans will die.
When the time comes, I will definitely come back and slit their throats myself to make them pay for the dead Americans, and just tell them like this without changing a word."
To show his determination in saying this, Jason patted the shoulder of the militia leader wearing a red beret next to him and added: "Let's start with this guy."
Jason is really angry now. Using this kind of life-threatening method to force him can easily lead to a very bad diplomatic incident.
But Jason couldn't care anymore at the moment, he just wanted to lead the escort team to the intelligence station as soon as possible.
CIA information station!
It has been quiet for more than two hours since the second attack.
Perhaps it was because the second attack was painful, and dozens of lives were lost without even climbing over the wall. A certain Middle Eastern religious group finally learned a lesson.
During this period of time, there has been no movement from the religious group.
It stands to reason that as each escalation escalates, it may turn into a life-threatening third attack, and there is still no sign of launching it.
but.
The third attack never happened, but a strange phenomenon appeared in Corpse Paradise.
Due to the suspension of operations of the Corpse Paradise, both the breeding sheds and the slaughterhouse were turned into ruins. No one had kept the sheep here for a long time.
As a result, at around 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, several shepherds arrived with hundreds of sheep.
There were noisy bleatings, crowding into the ruins of the corpse paradise breeding shed, being driven around by shepherds.
Everyone in GRS couldn't figure out what this meant, and all the intelligence officers in the station were also confused.
Long Zhan stayed on the roof the whole time. He was the first person to discover this strange phenomenon. He also had no idea what these shepherds were doing.
We can only be vigilant secretly to prevent the emergence of moths.
"Tig, it's your turn, I'll take a rest."
Raising his hand to check the time on his watch, Long Zhan used his toes to kick Tige, who was resting on the ground.
After Teague got up and put on his bulletproof helmet and took over the guard duty at the beginning of the one-hour rotation, he turned around and lay down on the ground with his back against the fence.
Completely empty your mind and try to deduce what the corporate thugs are going to do.