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Chapter 1163 This is originally a business

People here haven't taken a shower for several days. When the water source is cut off and the water outside cannot be transported in, the remaining water can only be used for drinking.

Everyone is sloppy and in a bad state. It has been several days since they can't take a shower or flush the toilet.

Now, no one wants to go to the bathroom anymore, and the smell there is really a bit overwhelming.

And the smell on them themselves can no longer smell them.

As for safety issues, it is a mess. The security officer of the Grand Historical Museum and his subordinates only have three people.

If it weren't for the fact that there were people from the official army guarding outside the Grand Historical Museum, their place might have been lost.

"Welcome to the Grand History Museum of America. Thank God, you are finally here." Safety officer Lawrence Doyle looked at the few people in Team B and felt a little relaxed.

These days have been the most difficult period of his life.

Although the problem of insufficient staff is serious, they can't get out anyway.

Fortunately, there were people from the official army guarding outside the Grand Historical Museum, and the demonstrators did not do anything extreme at the moment.

Well, these guys dug up their water and damaged the power supply lines.

I also snatched the truck that transported supplies, I wonder if these things are excessive.

"The good news is that Crowley finally decided to evacuate."

Crowley is the agent of this great history museum, and this title is not formal at first glance.

So he didn't want to evacuate before. First, he was still thinking about becoming a regular person, and second, if the evacuation would be a diplomatic failure, he was responsible.

But it was obvious that he could not tolerate the current environment.

"I'm honestly, the situation is very strange now."

This security officer, who is much older than Jason, has a lot of experience. "I have been to Beirut and Baghdad, which are the most dangerous places in the world."

"But the situation here is so strange."

Mandy Ellis continued, “Is it because someone is sending them money?”

Lawrence Doyle shook his head, "Of course not, but the people gathered below were just sitting there."

He reached out and pulled the curtain a little, then pointed at the crowd outside.

"They should shout slogans, hold national flags or various slogans, and throw stones at us."

And now it looks like a group of people who have a family and have changed their lives.

Some people chatted together, and some even set up the stove and cooked it.

Of course there were protests, but few of those people were.

"I'm now dividing 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, "I think you should understand what I'm talking about."

Mandy nodded, of course she understood that they often did this.

"The good news is that there is no such crisis in other cities."

A few of them hurried up to the second floor, where the agent drove the office.

"Can you tell who the organizer is?" Jason asked.

He now doubted that they had been stranded in the sky and in the airport for at least eight hours, and it was also done by others on purpose.

It is very likely that the same group of people organized the demonstration.

"They are very on time and send money before 5pm every day. Those people just left before you come."

This security officer did not do nothing, at least he did some investigation work within his ability.

"It's all locals, and if it's the vice president, it's really reasonable."

There is too little intelligence at present, and they cannot tell who is causing the trouble behind the scenes.

"At present, there are 135 Americans in Nansudan, most of them are in Juba."

"The question now is whether you can go out even if you come in."

Jason and Lawrence Doyle stood in front of the door of the agent's office, and the two looked at each other, which was really a problem.

If the official army could drive the crowd away, their situation would not be so troublesome.

"I don't think so. No matter who the person behind the scenes is, his purpose seems to be to get us away." Jason Hayes's idea is clear

Lawrence Doyle shrugged, "Then maybe we can try it."

When he opened the door, a white man with a vicissitudes of face was sitting inside. The guy's eyes were red and his hair was stuck together, looking a little funny.

"God, you are finally here. Have those soldiers from the government brought pure water here?"

The agent was moved to tears when he saw Jason. There was still food they stored here, but there was not much water left.

Jason shook his head, "The official army said that their car had no space anymore, so we brought in a few boxes of water in our car."

But that's all, and there were people stopping the car and checking it halfway. Seeing that the official army did not stop it, it seemed that they knew each other.

However, Jason and others had a tough attitude, and finally these people called and let it go.

"We need to find out the identities of these people."

Jason believes that as long as he finds who is doing things, this matter may be solved immediately.

"I don't want to know who did it. I have contacted the Secretary of State and he has approved my evacuation plan."

"Now your job is to send us safely back to America."

The agent has had enough of it here, "Investigating the truth is the FBI's business."

He immediately threw a copy of Jason's information, "This is a list of all Americans, and you need to contact them as soon as possible."

Jason is really disgusted with this irresponsible attitude, "It is your responsibility to guarantee the rights and interests of Americans in Nansudan."

After hearing this, the agent felt a little incredible and immediately laughed.

"Ha, are you kidding? Don't you know the price the military has offered to these Americans? Each seat is $20,000, and you can still provide a loan if you don't have money."

"You're talking to me about your responsibilities now? This is a damn business."

The agent stood up while slamming the table, looking at Jason without any permission, "Now, Mr. Sergeant, can you tell me how much you can share this mission?"

Jason Hayes's face changed slightly. He was at the E-9 level. He could get a subsidy of 5,000 to 8,000 this temporary operation, and others also received money according to their ranks.

“This is my job…”

"That's right, so we just need to do our job well. Follow the phone number above and ask who wants to spend money on seats."

The security officer stood up and stopped the two men. If he continued, America would lose face.

Then suddenly a dull explosion sounded, and the house of the Dashi Museum shook slightly twice, and the screams of many people rang out in the building.

"Enemy attack..."

Jason shouted, immediately took out the Glock 19 and pushed the agent to the floor.

The other party's face slammed heavily on the ground, wondering if this was Jason's revenge.

"Team B, report the situation."

Mandy was holding the intercom and contacting the others.

"Safety……"

The voices of other team members came from inside.

"Hait, safe, it's the bathroom that exploded, God..."

This is Sunny's voice.

Someone detonated explosives in the sewer, and now all the things that cannot be discharged in the sewer are sprayed due to pressure.

The entire east side of the first floor is covered with yellow things sprayed from the toilet, and even the ceiling is on it.

"vomit……"

Everyone at the scene vomited.

"Retreat, I never want to stay here again."

The spirit of the agent's driving is really about to collapse.

...

"Boss, if drinking water is not allowed to be transported in, will it be too obvious?"

Sanborn was a little worried. He was not worried about his former colleagues, but about the people in the Grand History Museum discovering their intentions.

"I just want to tell them to get out of here obviously."

Xu Chuan took a bottle out of a box of bottled pure water, unscrewed the lid and wanted to take a sip, then thought about it and twisted it again.

Throwing the bottle back into the box, Xu Chuan continued, "From now on, the people in the Grand History Museum are allowed to go out and not enter, and the people from the Seal Team Six are the same."

The method they want to use is actually non-fatal, and they want to put extreme pressure on these people.

Just like the previous explosion, although it could not kill human life, no one could stand it.

"Boss, there's news."

Mohammed, who was standing beside him, came over with a phone call, "The people from the Grand History Museum have begun to act, they should be looking for someone."

Xu Chuan nodded, "Let our people cooperate well, those temporary American employees in the company, whoever wants to leave."

Umbrella still has a lot of daily work here, many of which are temporarily hired in Morocco.

To be honest, it is quite easy to use an American in these extremely backward areas.

However, most of them do not know the details of Umbrella and do not know that the current situation has a lot to do with Umbrella.

It is indeed normal for these people to leave, of course there are not many people, and there are only seven or eight people in the company that are in this situation.

But the company cannot afford the 20,000 knives that their motherland wants.

At most, prepare a car for them and deliver it to the airport safely.

The current situation is increasingly out of control by Umbrella.

This trick that can't be used frequently will really backfire.

If you can incite these people who gather together, they can be incited by others in the same way.

The vice president's men have begun to take action in the past two days. Xu Chuan guessed that it was because he needed the political achievements of driving the Americans out of Nan Sudan.

His speech on the TV station has begun to become extreme today.

As long as those armies that supported him received arms, it was conceivable that it would 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 doesn't want to confront the Americans head-on.

...

Just as dawn the next day, Jason Hayes and the B team members drove out of the Grand History Museum smoothly.

"Fuck, I guessed it right."

These guys really want them to leave quickly.

If there is enough time, he must find this person.

But now, he looked down at the information on his hand.

Eric Weikinson, who lives in a village outside the southern suburbs of Juba, told them that the person was inconvenient and that the person must be brought 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 asked, "Are you sure this Mr. Martin is still alive?"

"No, I'm not sure."

Sean Pierce shook his head, his mother gave him only one name.

However, he found the information for this person's entry registration. This person lives in the Crown Hotel, not too far from the Grand Historical Museum.

They drove to the hotel in less than ten minutes.

"Is this the road condition that the official army drove for four hours?"

Sonny Quinn looked at the clean streets and felt more and more that he had been fooled.

The other people's faces were also not very good-looking.

Jason Hays shook his head. They didn't have much time to worry about these things now.

The group walked into the hotel. The atmosphere was not tense, but there were obviously fewer customers.

Those who have the path and the path have left Juba.

Jason and Sean Pierce walked to the front desk, and the others were scattered around to watch.

At the front desk, a black lady in a uniform, asked them in fluent English with a smile, "Is there anything I need help?"

"Of course, have you seen this person? We are from the same company and he hasn't contacted the company for several days."

Sean Pierce showed a handsome smile at the young lady, "We are all worried about him, I wonder if you can help me."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! The other party raised his eyebrows and glanced at the people in front of him.

"Sorry, you know, we can't disclose information about our guests."

The young lady's professional smile did not change at all, and Sean Pierce's handsome plan did not work at all.

Jason Hayes took out twenty knives from his pocket and handed them over, "Is it OK now?"

The young lady picked it up directly and looked at Sean Pierce, "You are not the type I like."

Then put the money between the breasts on my chest, "But this guest has checked out, and I'm not considered a violation of professional ethics."

Then they found out that Craig Martin had already checked out and went to the airport under the escort of the bodyguard.

"Mr. Martin told us that they got the ticket to Juba that left, and you know what the situation is, it's really enough for him to show off."

"By the way, he seemed very happy and gave us and the doorman tips."

The young lady took the money and told the whole thing in detail. She even found the doorman who helped people move their luggage at that time.

"You mean he left by himself?"

"Of course, he has his own car and his own bodyguard."

Jason and the other two looked at each other and understood each other's meaning. This was a problem.

After leaving the hotel, Jason immediately asked, "Do you know where he hired a bodyguard?"

"I'll ask for some inquiries."

The clues here have been cut off, so they can only find a second mission target.

Eric Weikinson lives in a village outside the city. Although the house he lives in is not the kind of dirt house that locals live in, it is also dilapidated.

This surprised Jason and others. The guy with blonde hair in front of him but with a vicissitudes of life was only twenty-six years old.

He doesn't look much younger than Jason, and he can't tell the promising Talented Vine that is written on the information, but he looks more like a farmer.

"Mr. Wei Jinsen?"

Jason Hayes asked.

The other party seemed a little surprised to see them, "Is there anything you need?"

"We are here to take you and your wife away."

"Take us away? Where to go?"

Jason also felt strange, "Of course I'm leaving this country."

Wei Jinsen's expression was helpless when he heard this answer, and then he was angry, "I understand, but I won't leave."

At this time, a black woman walked out from behind the house, with her hair shorter than Wei Jinsen.

"This is my wife, Samia, we are installing the irrigation system she designed." Wei Jinsen introduced.

Jason's expression was very confused. He could not have imagined that this guy was so determined. In his opinion, there was something to do with this broken place.

And someone has paid for him the air ticket.


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