Wei Jinsen's wife was also a little angry when she knew Jason's purpose.
"Your father sent them?" She looked at Wei Jinsen.
Jason looked at the other party and replied directly, "No, it was the Grand Historical Museum that asked us to come."
The Ms. Samia, who was in a silly state, sneered, "Wei Jinsen's father is your big campaign patron. His words are better here than your president."
Sonny, who was standing beside him, couldn't help asking, "Can his father give an order to the Grand Historical Museum?"
Samia nodded directly, "This guy is always so selfish."
Wei Jinsen obviously didn't want to continue this topic. He looked at Jason and said seriously, "I'm sorry, I'll let you waste your time and go there. I've actually told Crowley."
"What did you say?" Jason asked inexplicably.
"I told him that I won't leave here."
"You told him?"
“Yes, just a day ago.”
Jason suddenly realized that no wonder Crowley, a bastard, was vague.
Sonny's hot temper almost couldn't help but curse. Bichi was raised by this guy, knowing that the other party was not planning to evacuate, but he wanted to let them go.
Jason continued to persuade him, but the other party's attitude was very firm.
Of course they had to give up, otherwise they would have to knock out these two people and force them to take them away.
But this matter is simply the agent's personal relationship, which has nothing to do with them, and there is no need for them to do this.
If something happens later, they will take the blame.
On the car back, Jason directly contacted Mandy in the Grand History Museum with a walkie-talkie and told the situation here.
Mandy's face was so angry that it was so angry that it was impossible to see now that they all brought masks to work properly.
This bastard Broly actually sent out the only combat power of America here to do private affairs.
"You need to rush back as soon as possible, and the situation here seems to be getting worse and worse."
Mandy did not immediately question Broly about this, after all, it was nothing.
The most troublesome thing now is the protesters outside. After Jason left, the crowd changed compared to yesterday.
They no longer just sit in meditation, and some of the women and children who were before were gone.
There are many more gun-carrying personnel. Of course, it is nothing to get guns in this place for years. However, these clothes of civilians cannot tell which side they are from and their eyes are fierce.
These are the real opposition, the vice president's people.
Team B's deputy captain Lei 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 re-enclosed the front and rear doors, and no longer saved the generator's fuel, and powered up all the grid.
Crowley is directing the people of the Grand Historical Museum to destroy information, and the work is coming to an end.
The army of the principal government also agreed to the request of the principal government of the United States and could send armored vehicles to the airport tonight.
And we have repeatedly guaranteed that the safety of the Grand Historical Museum and the Airport will be maintained.
"You must not have any trouble during this period." Lei murmured in a low voice.
Jason took away more than half of the manpower. If the Grand Historical Museum encounters an attack at this time, none of them will escape.
These gunmen are now shouting slogans like "Get back, get out of Nansuan" and gathering in all directions of the Grand Historical Museum.
The official army outside the door was still there, but it was obviously much more nervous than before.
"Jason, where are you?" Lei contacted his captain on the walkie-talkie.
The other party's voice sounded a little irritable, "Lei, we're stuck on the road."
"Someone is demonstrating, we can only take a detour."
Not only that, these people are much more violent now, and many cars on the street have been attacked by them, and of course, shops are also robbed.
"The demonstrations in Juba are currently turning into violent activities."
The news on TV is all about this, especially outside the Grand History Museum of America, where some houses have cameras installed on the roofs.
A reporter was having a microphone and was broadcasting live.
The scenes of Juba people opposing America were displayed in front of the world through satellites.
The armed personnel at the scene did not want to be photographed. They tried to climb up the roof and drag the reporter down, and then they were trampled on their faces by a pair of huge military boots.
The person who fell down snatched the AKM rifle of his companion next to him with a shoe print on his face, and then saw the person with a face covering on the roof squatting down and showing them the armband of his umbrella pattern at them.
The men immediately threw their guns aside in horror, and then knelt on the ground.
"roll……"
The people above waved at them, and the people scattered.
Although Umbrella is relatively low-key here, many people still know them.
You should know that a year ago, the radical opposition still had the courage to directly exchange fire with the main army in Juba.
And now, those people are gone, all dead, dead on the front line of fighting with the official army.
These things started after Umbrella took over Nansudan's defense work.
For a time, Juba died so much that it was too late to bury it.
However, it is said that more people died in the oil-producing area, and many young and strong tribes died and were then annexed by other tribes.
People who grew up in this primitive environment, as long as they are not particularly stupid, can see who cannot be messed with.
The pattern of that umbrella represents the symbol of the devil in the eyes of these people.
But one thing that is well-known is that this demon is generous and can earn a considerable income as long as you help them work.
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 openly kill the reporters, they would hit people and snatch the equipment.
For these reporters, being stolen from equipment is even more terrifying than killing them.
From when did these people start to be afraid?
A videographer turned the camera to these Umbrella staff.
These people were covered in their faces and wore the same sandy combat uniforms. They could only see from their naked arms that there were whites and blacks.
Several of them glanced at their cameras and gestured to move the lens away, without saying anything else.
A female reporter with a non-governmental organization work ID on her chest walked to one of them.
"Hello, I'm Hannah Parsons."
This is an American, using the ID of the American Democratic Foundation. He is not tall and has brown hair.
The shirt she wore and the two mountain peaks numbered E were about to emerge. Xu Chuan was sure she didn't wear a bra.
Hannah Parsons chose the person in front of him mainly because he was obviously the leader and was not as aggressive as others.
Well, this guy is Xu Chuan, he ran to the forefront to watch the fun.
Nodded at the female reporter, Xu Chuan did not speak.
But the other party did not seem to be planning to let him go, "Can you ask where you are?"
Xu Chuan shook his head directly, "NO"
This made Hannah, who was about to continue asking, choke.
Xu Chuan didn't want to deal with these people at all, he just watched the fun.
Sanburn, who was standing behind him, immediately walked over and pushed the person named Hanna aside, "Madam, please don't get close to and shoot."
“WTF!”
Hannah's trick of being invincible was setback for the first time.