People here have not taken a shower for several days. With the water source cut off and water from outside unable to be brought in, the remaining water can only be used for drinking.
Everyone was dirty and in a bad mental state. They couldn't take a shower or flush the toilet for several days.
Now no one wants to go to the bathroom unless it is absolutely necessary. The smell there is really a bit heady.
As for their own smell, these staff members can no longer smell it.
As for the security issue, it is even more of a mess. There are only three people including the security officer of the Museum of History and his subordinates.
If it weren't for the fact that there were people from the Zhengfu Army guarding the outside of the Grand History Museum, they might have lost the place.
"Welcome to the Great American History Museum, thank God, you are finally here." Security Officer Lawrence Doyle looked at several people in Team B and felt a little more relaxed.
These days have been the most difficult period of his life.
Although the shortage of manpower is a serious problem, they can't get out anyway.
Fortunately, people from the Zhengfu Army are guarding the outside of the Grand History Museum, and the demonstrators have not done anything radical so far.
Well, these people dug out their water supply and destroyed their power lines.
They also robbed a truck transporting supplies. I don’t know if these things are considered extreme.
"The good news is that Crowley finally decided to evacuate."
Crowley is the agent of this museum. This title sounds informal at first glance.
Therefore, he did not want to evacuate before. Firstly, he still wanted to become a regular official. Secondly, if the evacuation would be a failure of diplomacy, he would be responsible.
But it's obvious that he can't stand the current environment anymore.
"To be honest, the current situation is very strange."
This security officer, who is much older than Jason, is very experienced. “I have been to Beirut and Baghdad, both of which are the most dangerous places in the world.”
"But things are so strange here."
Mandy Ellis then said, "Is it because someone is giving them money?"
And this Lawrence Doyle shook his head, "Of course not, but these people gathered below are just sitting like this."
He stretched out his hand to open the curtains a little, and then pointed at the demonstrators outside.
"They should be shouting slogans, holding national flags or various slogans, and then throwing stones at us."
But the current situation is like a group of people dragging their families with them to change their living place.
Some people gathered around chatting, and some even set up a stove to cook food.
Of course there were protests, but they were very few.
"I now divide them into two types, one is the real demonstrators, and the other is the demonstrators who come to make money."
He looked at the people in front of him and said, "I think you should understand what I'm talking about."
Mandy nodded, of course she understood, they often do this too.
"The good news is that other cities are not experiencing this crisis."
Several of them hurried up to the second floor, where the agent's office was.
"Can you tell who the organizer is?" Jason asked.
He now has some suspicion that the fact that they were stranded in the sky and in the airport for at least eight hours was also done intentionally by others.
It is very possible that he is the same group as those who organized this demonstration.
"They are very punctual and distribute the money before five o'clock every afternoon. Those people just left before you came."
This security officer did not do any work, at least he did some investigative work within his ability.
"They are all locals. If they are from the vice president, it would indeed make sense."
The current information is too little, and they cannot determine who is behind the scenes.
"There are currently 135 Americans in South Sudan, most of whom are in Juba."
"The question now is whether you can get out after you come in."
Jason and Lawrence Doyle stood in front of the door of Agent Dashu's office. The two looked at each other. This was really a problem.
If the Zhengfu army could drive the crowd away, their situation would not be so troublesome.
"I don't think so. No matter who is behind the scenes, his purpose seems to be to get us to leave." Jason Hayes's thinking was very clear.
Lawrence Doyle shrugged, "Then maybe we can give it a try."
Opening the door, a white man with a weathered face was sitting inside. This guy's eyes were red, his hair was all stuck together, and he looked a little funny.
"God, you are finally here. Did those Zhengfu soldiers bring pure water?"
The agent was so moved when he saw Jason that he almost cried. They still had food stored here, but there was not much water left.
Jason shook his head, "The Zhengfu Army said their vehicle had no space, so we brought in several boxes of water in our own vehicle."
But that's all, and there were people stopping the car to check on me on the way. Seeing that the Zhengfu army didn't stop him, he seemed to know the other party.
However, Jason and others had a tougher attitude, and finally let them go after making a phone call.
"We need to identify these people."
Jason thought that as long as he found out who was doing the trick, the matter might be solved immediately.
"I don't want to know who did it. I've already contacted the secretary of state and he has approved my evacuation plan."
"Now your job is to get us back to the United States safely."
Agent Dashu has had enough of this place, "It's the FBI's business to investigate the truth."
He immediately threw a piece of information to Jason, "This is a list of all Americans. You need to contact them as soon as possible."
Jason was really disgusted with this irresponsible attitude, "It is your responsibility to ensure the rights and interests of Americans in Nanjing."
Agent Dachuan felt a little incredible after hearing this and immediately laughed.
"Ha, are you kidding? Don't you know the price the military offers these Americans? Twenty thousand dollars per seat. If there is no money, they can also provide loans."
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The agent patted the table and stood up, looking at Jason without any mercy, "Now, Mr. Sergeant Major, can you tell me how much money you can get for this mission?"
Jason Hayes' expression changed slightly. He is at the E-9 level. He can get a stipend of 5,000 to 8,000 for this temporary operation. Everyone else also gets paid according to their rank.
"This is my job..."
"That's right, so we all just have to do our jobs. Call them according to the number above and ask them who wants to spend money to buy seats."
The security officer stood up and stopped the two men. If they continued talking, America would lose its face.
Then suddenly a dull explosion was heard, the house of the Museum of History shook slightly, and many people screamed in the building.
"Enemy attack..."
Jason yelled, immediately took out the Glock 19, and pushed agent Dashi to the floor.
The other party's face hit the ground hard. I don't know if this is Jason's revenge.
"Team B, report the situation."
Mandy was holding a walkie-talkie to contact other people.
"Safety……"
The voices of other team members came from inside.
"Ugh, safety, the bathroom exploded, God..."
This is Sonny's voice.
Someone detonated explosives in the sewer, and now everything that cannot be discharged in the sewer due to pressure is sprayed up.
The entire east side of the first floor was covered with yellow stuff sprayed from the toilet, and even the ceiling was covered.
"vomit……"
Everyone present vomited.
"Retreat, I don't want to stay here anymore."
Agent Dashu's spirit is really about to collapse.
…
"Boss, we don't allow drinking water to be brought in. Isn't it too obvious?"
Sanborn was a little worried. He was not worried about his former colleagues, but he was worried that the people in the Museum of History would discover their intentions.
"I just want to tell them clearly to get out."
Xu Chuan took out a bottle of bottled purified water from a box, unscrewed the cap and wanted to take a sip, then thought about it and unscrewed it again.
Throwing the bottle back into the box, Xu Chuan continued, "From now on, people in the Museum of History are not allowed to leave, and the same goes for those from SEAL Team 6."
The method they want to use is actually non-lethal, which is to put extreme pressure on these people.
Just like the previous explosion, although no one could die, no one could bear this.
"Boss, there's news."
Mohammad, who was on the side, came over with a phone, "The people from the Museum of History have started to take action. They should be looking for someone."
Xu Chuan nodded, "Let our people cooperate well. If any of the temporary American employees in the company want to leave, they can leave."
Umbrella still has many daily jobs here, and many of these people are temporarily hired in Morocco.
To be honest, in these extremely backward areas, an American is quite useful.
However, most of them don't know the details of Umbrella, and they don't know that the current situation has a lot to do with Umbrella.
It is indeed normal for these people to want to leave. Of course, there are not many of them. There are only seven or eight people in this situation in the company.
It's just that the company can't provide them with the 20,000 yuan their motherland wants.
At most, prepare a car for them and take them to the airport safely.
The current situation is increasingly out of Umbrella's control.
This kind of trick to deceive people cannot be used often, as it will really backfire.
If these people gathered together can be incited by you, they can be incited by others using the same method.
The vice president's people have begun to take action in the past two days. Xu Chuan guessed that it was because he needed this political achievement to drive the Americans out of Nansudan.
His speech on the TV station today has already begun to become extreme.
As long as those troops who support him get arms, it is conceivable that it will be a large-scale war.
But that's fine. Since the Vice President wants to take the blame, Xu Chuan certainly has no reason to stop him.
Xu Chuan didn't want to have a head-on conflict with the Americans.
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At dawn the next day, Jason Hayes and the members of Team B drove out of the Museum of History smoothly.
"Fuck, I guessed it right."
These guys really wanted them to leave quickly.
If there is enough time, he must find this person.
But now, he lowered his head and glanced at the information in his hand.
Eric Wilkinson lived in a village on the southern outskirts of Juba. The agent told them that his location was inaccessible and they must bring him back safely.
By the way, there is another person, Craig Martin.
Jason looked back at Sean Pierce, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and then asked, "Are you sure Mr. Martin is still alive?"
"No, I'm not sure."
Sean Pierce shook his head. His mother only gave him one name.
However, he found the entry registration information of this person. This person lived in the Crown Hotel, not too far from the Museum of History.
They drove to the hotel in less than ten minutes.
"Is this the road condition that the Zhengfu Army drove for four hours?"
Sonny Quinn looked at the clean streets and felt more and more that he had been tricked.
The other people's faces also didn't look very good.
Jason Hayes shook his head. They didn't have much time and didn't have time to worry about these things now.
A group of people walked into the hotel. The atmosphere here was not tense, but there were obviously fewer guests.
Those who have the means and means have already left Juba.
Jason and Sean Pierce walked to the front desk, while others were scattered around on guard.
There was a black girl in uniform at the front desk. She asked them in fluent English with a smile, "Can I help you?"
"Of course, have you seen this person? We are from the same company as him, and he has not contacted the company for several days."
Sean Pierce showed a handsome smile to this young lady, "We are all worried about him. I wonder if you can help me."
The other person raised his eyebrows and scanned the people in front of him.
"Sorry, you know, we can't disclose guest information."
The young lady’s professional smile has not changed at all, and Sean Pierce’s beauty trap has not worked at all.
Jason Hayes took out twenty knives from his pocket and handed it over, "Is it okay now?"
This young lady picked it up directly, then looked at Sean Pierce and said, "You are not my type."
Then he put the money between his breasts and said, "But this guest has already checked out, so it's not a violation of professional ethics on my part."
Then they learned that Craig Martin had already checked out and was escorted to the airport by bodyguards.
"Mr. Martin told us that they got tickets to leave Juba. You know the situation now. This is really enough for him to show off."
"By the way, he seemed very happy and tipped us and the doorman."
The young lady took the money and told the whole thing in detail, even calling the doorman who was helping to carry the luggage.
"You mean he left on his own?"
"Of course, he has his own car and his own bodyguards."
The two Jasons looked at each other and understood what the other meant. This matter was troublesome.
After leaving the hotel, Jason immediately asked, "Do you know where he hired the bodyguard?"
"I'll ask someone to inquire."
The clues here have been cut off, and they can only find the second mission target.
Eric Wilkinson lives in a village outside the city. Although the house he lives in is not the kind of mud house that the locals live in, it is still shabby enough.
This surprised Jason and others. The guy in front of them with blond hair and a vicissitudes of life was only twenty-six years old.
He looks not much younger than Jason. He doesn't look like a promising Ivy League student in the information at all. He looks more like a farmer.
"Mr. Wilkinson?"
Jason Hayes asked.
The other party looked at them a little strangely, "Do you need anything?"
"We're here to take you and your wife away."
"Take us away? Where?"
Jason also felt very strange, "Of course I have to leave the country."
After hearing this answer, Wei Jinson's expression showed helplessness for a moment, and then anger, "I know, but I won't leave."
At this time, a black woman with shorter hair than Wei Jinson came out from the back of the house.
"This is my wife, Samia, and we are installing the irrigation system she designed." Wei Jinson introduced.
Jason's expression was very confused. He had no idea that this man was so determined. In his opinion, there was nothing good about this poor place.