Because of the years of civil war in Libya, the current situation is still unstable and it is a high-risk area, resulting in the cancellation of many international flights.
In this early morning when the sun was rising, there was only one solitary plane in the huge airport.
And it’s not even a business jet!
It's just that Jason and his team spent their money to buy a private jet belonging to a Libyan oil executive, a 19-seat Gulfstream G650 business jet.
Fortunately, the design of private jets is quite special, and the loaded seats do not represent the upper limit of its take-off weight.
The reason why there are only 19 seats is not because the plane can only carry 19 people, but because it needs to free up space to create a sense of luxury.
If the theater room, bar, gym, etc. on the plane are all filled with people, the number of people on board can be doubled.
It’s not a big problem for about 40 people!
but.
Even if the cabin load can be doubled before the takeoff weight is exceeded, there is still no way to send everyone to Tripoli at once.
32 top-notch intelligence personnel, plus webmasters, ambassadors, liaison officers, and engineers.
The number of non-combatants reached 36.
In addition, there are three people from the DSS team, six people from the GRS team, and eight people from Jason and his party.
The total number of people who need to take a flight to leave Benghazi and go to Tripoli has reached 53, which exceeds the maximum nuclear capacity by more than 10 people.
And every minute you spend in Benghazi is another penny in danger.
Under the premise that some people had to be left at the airport to wait for the second flight, GRS and Jason chose to stay.
Let the people from the intelligence station and the embassy take a plane to Tripoli first.
As soldiers and security personnel, we give priority to safety to those we protect.
This is the basic principle!
"Hey, Gilani, come up quickly, we have to go."
Everyone at the intelligence station all boarded the plane. Seeing that Gilani was still fighting with Long Niwai below, the station commander stood by the cabin door and shouted downwards.
Gilani really wanted Long Zhan to go with her, but she knew this was unrealistic.
Whether it's hardware or software.
Even Long Zhan couldn't follow him.
Gilani could only stand on tiptoes and hug Long Zhan, and took the initiative to give Long Zhan a sweet kiss.
He said reluctantly: "I don't know how you survived last night, but I know who saved my life and the lives of everyone in the intelligence station.
Thank you for saving us. I am also very happy spending the days with you at Intelligence.
I don’t know if we will have a chance to meet again after we say goodbye here, but one thing I know very well is that I will always remember you.”
"Forever is too long, the momentary brilliance of fireworks is more suitable for us."
Long Zhan patted Gilani's sexy buttocks, smiled and urged: "Go ahead, if we are destined to meet again in the future, we will meet again."
Unlike Gilani's reluctance to leave, Long Zhan's overall state is relatively relaxed.
This is not that Long Zhan is unsympathetic and unjust. He is a legendary ruthless scumbag. It is true that he has traveled around the world for so many years and has played with too many "running friends".
If everyone is separated for life and death, Long Zhan may suffer from emotional depression.
It is this kind of freedom and ease of having a happy night when they are destined to meet each other, and no longer pursuing worries once they are separated, that makes Long Zhan so free and easy emotionally now.
I passed through thousands of flowers and not a single leaf touched me.
Gilani could feel the "casualness" of Long Zhan. Although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he did not hold any grudge against Long Zhan because of it.
As a standard European and American woman, I have a relatively open mind about the relationship between men and women.
"See you soon!"
Gilani, who relieved his depression with a free and easy smile, raised a smile and waved his hand. He no longer missed Long Zhan's chest, turned around and walked up the boarding ramp.
As Gilani entered the plane, the stairs were retracted and the cabin door was closed.
The Gulfstream G650 slowly taxied onto the runway. Under the guidance of airport personnel on the ground, it gradually accelerated out of the runway and into the sky.
Watching the plane go deep into the sky, Jason also led the team over to bid farewell to Long Zhan.
Team B has completed the rescue mission and safely put the ambassador and intelligence personnel on the plane, but they have not completed their "job" in Libya.
Jason had just received a notification from Eric that there was a mission target near Benghazi.
Instead of waiting here for several hours for a flight, flying to Tripoli and then taking a car and driving back again, it would be better to complete this mission along the way.
Although Jason, Sonny and others really wanted to stay and have a good chat with Long Zhan about the current situation.
Then we will wait for the private jet to return, then fly to Tripoli together and find a pub to have a good meal.
But as a soldier and a special forces soldier, you often have to do what you want.
There is no way.
Long Zhan and Team B, who had just met each other a few months ago, could only hastily join forces to complete a beheading mission, and then parted ways hastily.
Before leaving, Jason did not forget to remind Long Zhan to recover from his injuries and return to Team B as soon as possible.
Long Zhan did not reply directly, because from the day he left Team B, Team B became a passer-by in life, and it was impossible for him to return to Team B again.
Even after a while, he will try to escape from the Black Team Six.
By then, even DG will become a passer-by.
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The intelligence was that some people left on a plane, and then two people from Jason's Team B and Delta drove away, leaving only six people from the GRS group at the airport.
As the second largest city in Libya, Benghazi’s airport actually covers a large area.
It proves that it has been brilliant before.
Unfortunately, after years of war, not only the airport facilities have been attacked, leaving large and small bullet holes and craters.
Various passenger planes and aircraft can also be seen on the airport apron and some hangars.
But these planes all have one thing in common.
That is, it was either blown into two sections by a cannonball, or one of the wings was blown off, or it was burned to the point where only the black frame of the aircraft was left.
These dozens of destroyed aircraft indirectly explain the reason for the depression of Benghazi Airport.
Something that costs tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars has a certain probability of turning into scrap metal when it flies here. No airline can afford such a huge loss.
Even though it has been several months since the civil war ended, it still takes several days for a flight to land.
The remaining GRS group did not dare to leave the airport because they might be attacked at any time outside, so they could only wait inside the airport.
On the other hand, a private jet flies to Tripoli and has to go through a set of procedures such as refueling and inspection, and it takes several hours to fly back.
Long Zhan could only lead the others to find an abandoned plane that had been blown apart from the middle of the fuselage, and built a temporary resting spot with a tarpaulin.
I drove two cars and parked them below, looking at the slowly rising sun, reflecting on the past 9 hours.
"The attack on the intelligence station was by no means an accident. It must have been planned for a period of time. The thugs must be held accountable afterwards," Tanto said angrily.
"Yes, without the six of us, the people in the intelligence station and the embassy would not have survived."
Tyrone beat everyone's chests one by one and said with pride: "We fought side by side last night and finally won. This is our glory."
"Glory?"
Oz didn't seem to think so. He shook his head and said sarcastically: "Tai, guess how they will report this matter?"
"No need to guess, the webmaster will get the medal." Boone said with a hint of envy but helplessness.
"What about the QRF team?" Oz asked again.
"All of them will get medals, and the Libyans will get benefits, but we won't get anything, because we are just nannies hired by the CIA who can shoot." Tanto said with a wry smile.
Honor is a soldier's lifelong pursuit, and even after he retired, Titan still longed for it.
"Then what did we get? We completed a job with a survival probability of less than one thousandth, and then received a salary of several hundred dollars a day? This is really interesting."
Tig didn't know how to describe the tangled mood in his heart at this moment.
"Honors and all that are just like New Year's Eve, because we are no longer soldiers, we are just completing a job. We can all go home safely and reunite with our families. This is our biggest gain, isn't it?"
As soon as Long Zhan said these words, they immediately aroused the resonance of everyone present.
"Yes, it's great to be able to go home."
Tyrone let out a long breath, and the depression on his face was swept away, replaced by the desire to go home, and his eyes were full of longing for his wife and children.
"Yes, we can go home."
"Only when you feel enveloped by death can you know how happy it is to be alive."
"I miss home, I miss my daughter."
The best emotion in the world is family love. After everyone in GRS felt the cruelty of last night's war, they felt that surviving was the greatest "reward".