Wei Jinson's wife found out about Jason's purpose and was also a little angry.
"Your father sent them here?" She looked at Wei Jinson.
Jason looked at the other party and replied directly, "No, the Museum of History asked us to come."
The slick-cut Ms. Samia sneered, "Wilkinson's father is your campaign sponsor, and his words are more useful here than your president."
Sonny on the side couldn't help but ask, "Can his father give orders to the Museum of History?"
Samia nodded directly, "This guy is always so selfish."
Wei Jinson obviously didn't want to continue this topic. He looked at Jason and said seriously, "I'm sorry for making you waste your time. I have actually told Crowley."
"What did you say?" Jason asked confused.
"I told him I won't leave here."
"Did you tell him?"
"Yes, just a day ago."
Jason suddenly realized that no wonder Crowley, the bastard, was so vague.
Sonny was so hot-tempered that he almost couldn't help but curse. This little bitch knew that the other party didn't intend to evacuate, but he still wanted them to run away.
Jason continued to persuade him a few words, but the other party's attitude was very firm.
Of course they had no choice but to give up, otherwise they would have to knock these two out and take them away by force.
It's just that this matter is simply a personal relationship between acting as Broly's agent and has nothing to do with them. There is no need for them to go to this point.
If anything happens again, they will be the ones to take the blame.
On the way back in the car, Jason directly used the intercom to contact Mandy in the History Museum and explained the situation here.
Mandy's face turned black with anger, but you can't see it now. In order to work normally, they all wore masks.
Broly, that bastard, actually sent America's only fighting force here to do personal things.
"You need to come back as soon as possible. The situation here seems to be getting worse and worse."
Mandy did not immediately question Broly about this matter, after all, it was nothing to talk about.
The most troublesome thing now is the crowd of demonstrators outside. Since Jason left, the crowd has changed compared to yesterday.
They no longer just sit in meditation, and some of the women and children from before are gone.
There were a lot of people with guns. It was nothing to get guns in this place where there had been wars all year round. However, these people were wearing civilian clothes, making it hard to tell which side they were from, and they looked fierce.
These are the real opposition, the people of the vice president.
Lei, the deputy captain of Team B, set up an observation post in the utility room on the second floor and has been paying close attention to the movements outside.
Of course he noticed this change.
He immediately had the front and rear doors re-sealed, stopped saving fuel on the generator, and connected all the power grids.
Crowley is directing the people at the Museum of History to destroy the materials, and this work has come to an end.
The government army also agreed to the request of the American government and will send armored vehicles to take people to the airport tonight.
We also reiterated our assurance that the security of the museum and the airport will be maintained.
"Don't let anything happen during this period." Lei muttered in a low voice.
Jason took away more than half of his men. If the Museum of History were attacked at this time, none of them would be able to escape.
These gun-toting people are now shouting slogans such as "Go back, get out of Nansudan" and gather in all directions of the Museum of History.
The government troops outside the door are still there, but they are obviously much more nervous than before.
"Jason, where have you been?", Ray contacted his captain on the walkie-talkie.
The other party's voice sounded a little irritated, "Lei, we are stuck on the road."
"Someone is demonstrating, so we can only take a detour."
Not only that, these people are much more violent now. Many cars on the street have been brutally attacked by them, and of course, shops have also been robbed.
"The current demonstrations in Juba are turning into violent activities."
The news on TV is full of news about this, especially outside the American Museum of History. There are media cameras set up on the roofs of some houses.
There is a reporter holding a microphone and broadcasting live.
Images of people in Juba opposing the United States were shown to the world via satellite.
The armed men at the scene did not want to be photographed. They tried to climb on the roof and drag the reporter down, and then they were stepped on by a pair of huge military boots in the face.
The man who fell down, with a shoe mark on his face, grabbed the AKM rifle of his companion. Then he saw the man with his face covered on the roof squatting down and showing them his umbrella-shaped armband.
These people immediately threw their guns aside in fear and knelt on the ground.
"roll……"
The people above waved to them, and they dispersed in a hurry.
Although Umbrella is relatively low-key here, many people still know about them.
You must know that a year ago, those radical opposition groups still had the courage to directly engage in gunfire with the government forces in Juba.
But now, those people are gone, all dead, on the front lines of the battle with the Zhengfu army.
These things all started after Umbrella took over the defense work of Nansudan.
There was a time when so many people died in Juba that there was no time to bury them.
However, it is said that more people died in the oil-producing areas. Many young people from small tribes died and were later annexed by other tribes.
Anyone who grew up in such a primitive environment, as long as they are not particularly stupid, can tell which people should not be messed with.
The umbrella pattern represents the devil in the eyes of these people.
But one thing we all know is that this demon is very generous. As long as you work for them, you can get a very considerable income.
And their people never take the initiative to cause trouble.
The media reporters on the roof breathed a sigh of relief. Although these people would not kill the reporters blatantly, they would beat them and take away the equipment.
For these reporters, having their equipment taken away is more terrifying than killing them.
Since when did these people become afraid?
A cameraman turned his lens to these Umbrella staff.
These people all had their faces covered and wore the same sand-colored combat uniforms. Only their bare arms could tell that some were white and some were black.
Several of them glanced at their cameras and gestured for them to move away, but said nothing else.
A female reporter with an NGO ID hanging on her chest walked up to one of them.
"Hello, I'm Hannah Parsons."
He is an American with the ID of the American Democracy Foundation. He is not tall and has brown hair.
The shirt she was wearing showed two peaks numbered E, and Xu Chuan was sure she didn't wear a bra.
Hannah Parsons chose the person in front of her mainly because this person was obviously the leader, and his body shape was not as aggressive as the others.
Well, this guy is Xu Chuan, he ran to the front to watch the excitement.
Nodding towards the female reporter, Xu Chuan did not speak.
However, the other party seemed to have no intention of letting him go, "Can I ask where you are from?"
Xu Chuan shook his head directly, "NO"
This made Hannah, who was about to continue asking, choked up.
Xu Chuan didn't want to deal with these people at all, he just came to watch the fun.
Sanborn, who was standing behind him, immediately came over and pushed Hannah aside, "Madam, please don't get close or take pictures."
"WTF!"
For the first time, Hannah's invincible tricks were thwarted.