Chapter 441 Another joint action (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
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Chapter 441 Another joint action (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
The whole thing seemed to have passed so smoothly, and Umbrella was not overly concerned about the progress of the incident, at least on the surface.
Hex and John Porter still escaped Makarov's pursuit. Although both of them lost their lives, they were able to save their lives and get the information they wanted, which was considered perfect.
In a CIA safe house, in a dilapidated private house, John Porter wore medical gloves and used a scalpel to cut open the bullet hole in Hex's shoulder. Although he had been injected with morphine, his wheat-colored skin was still bleeding.
Trembling.
"Luckily, no bones were injured." Porter slowly inserted the tweezers into the wound, clamped the tail end of the bullet, and moved it slowly bit by bit.
It is impossible to insert a knife and dig it out directly like in the movie. Even if they had no choice, they would not operate here because they cannot be sure which blood vessel will be hit and cause a large amount of blood loss.
John Porter's hands were very steady. It was obviously not the first time he had done this kind of thing. "Okay, come out." There was a 9mm Para bullet on the tweezers.
Then disinfect, suture the wound, disinfect again, and finally bandage.
Hex put on a clean shirt, his expression barely changed but showed excitement, "Makarov, I didn't expect to meet Makarov here."
This woman is definitely a militant and a lunatic. She has no intention of escaping from death at all.
"They are all outside now. When will the CIA's support arrive?" Porter took out his equipment and placed it on the table. There were only two and a half magazines left, and Hex couldn't get there.
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"Can you call this a safe house?" Potter pointed to a room that could be considered a bare-walled house. "It's okay if we don't have any equipment. We don't prepare emergency medicine and communication tools."
Hex looked at the furious man and actually laughed, "You are not the same. I asked you to go on such a mission alone. I never thought you could go back."
People like him were like used rags to the superiors, who would throw them away. No wonder Porter got angry. He contacted Branch 20, but they just asked him to hide and wait for support.
And the two of them had no choice but to stay here and wait.
However, they have wronged the CIA and MI6 this time. They attach more importance to Makarov than they imagined. After Zakayev and his son, the intelligence agencies of various countries have raised the threat level of Makarov to the highest level.
A joint military operation between Britain and the United States is being prepared at the military base in Sicily, Italy. The British side is sending their ace 22nd Special Air Service Regiment, Commander John Price.
"Sandman, long time no see." Price greeted his old friend while holding a cigar.
"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't expect that old guy like you is still alive." Sandman, the commander of the Delta Alloy Team.
As the most elite military personnel of the two countries, communication with each other is of course essential, and there is no need to worry about the level of tacit understanding.
Moreover, Delta learns from SAS, and the two teams are very close in terms of organization, personnel, and training methods. The origins of the two teams cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences.
However, now Da Ying's influence continues to shrink, and it has to get closer to the United States, otherwise it will not agree to the joint action between the two sides, and will hand over the command.
"General." In the operations center, the operators from both sides have already met and are all acquaintances.
Sheffield, a three-star U.S. Army lieutenant general who had commanded military operations in Yemen and worked with Price and Sandman on the final search for explosive devices and the capture of Makarov, was very impressed with their military capabilities.
trust.
This time he also advocated gathering the strength of the two teams, "Gentlemen, let me make a long story short. The rat that escaped in Yemen has appeared again in Libiya. I want you to find him."
Both teams knew who he was talking about, "General, is it Makarov?" Sandman asked.
"Yes, two of our intelligence officers have been in contact with him and are now being hunted." Sheffield looked at him with a serious expression, "More importantly, this guy is trying to obtain weapons of mass destruction.
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"I understand, so do you want to bring our people back first?"
"That's right." Pictures of Hex and John Porter were displayed on the big screen. Colonel Alizee Grant, the commander of Division 20, and George Black of the CIA's Secret Operations Division were also present.
Of course Price knew her. Porter was a former member of the SAS and now worked for the Military Intelligence Branch 20. Hex had also worked with her before and was deeply impressed by this woman.
"My people have gone to Misrata and are trying to get in touch with Porter." Colonel Grant spoke first, and she had indeed asked Michael Stonebridge and Kate Marshall to go over and respond.
A bald and fat man added on the side, "They are currently in a safe house in Misrata, and the city is still under the control of government forces. Makarov's people are hunting them, and we need to pick them up as soon as possible.
return."
"And more importantly, they have information about the VX nerve gas stored by the Lipiya government. Everyone knows what those things mean.",
"Sir, how do we enter? Do we have air support?" Price asked, looking at the photos of the target area on the table.
"Aboard the Black Hawk helicopter of the 160th Aviation Regiment, there were two MQ-9 Reaper drones to provide aerial fire support. I applied for an AC130, but the Ministry of Defense did not approve it. After all, the cost of collateral damage to residential areas was too high."
, Sheffield explained.
Although Price felt a little regretful, two MQ-9s were indeed enough, and the door machine guns of the Black Hawk helicopters could also provide cover. In addition, he actually did not feel that this mission required such firepower, but
You can use these things, but you can't live without them.
Thorpe, who wore a mohawk, raised his hand and said, "Sir, what are the rules of engagement."
Sheffield shook his head and said resolutely, "There are no rules of engagement. All personnel who are not on our side can be regarded as enemies."
"Understood." Although this situation is rare, it is not unheard of. Most of the action personnel present have experienced it.
The next step is to determine the flight route and design an action plan. They are all experienced veterans, so this kind of action is not difficult for them.
Sheffield and George Blake walked out of the command center. At this stage, they were of little use. lay suggestions from non-frontline personnel were likely to interfere with the operations staff. "I never specify a specific action plan. I always remember
That idiot colonel asked us to jump high and drive low to land on a hillside."
"Hahaha, you broke his nose later, I remember." Blake laughed, they once served in the same army.
"Fuck, I regret that I hit him too lightly. Jonathan broke his neck and lay in bed for more than ten years."
"You still have such a hot temper." Blake shook his head. Sheffield is from a military family. The family has been in the military for generations, and their connections are beyond what a young colonel can match. So after that incident, Sheffield was not affected.
Any punishment would be impossible for another person.
Black skipped the topic and asked, "Why do you want to involve the British? We can do it ourselves this time."
Sheffield looked back at the command center and said, "I am going to draw personnel from elite troops from various NATO countries to form a task force. This John Price is a commander I am very optimistic about."
"He looks older than you." Blake was noncommittal. There was no room for him to interfere in this matter, but it might be feasible to arrange for a few people to come in.
This time it was Sheffield's turn to laugh, "Yes, I know his nickname is 'The Ten Thousand-Year-Old One'. Let's treat this action as an assessment."
"Forget it about Price, you may not be able to move Sandman. After the attack on the White House, the president trusted them very much. Many tasks were given to Sandman. He will not let him go." Black actually doesn't think highly of them.
Each country has its own thoughts on this plan, and the same is true within NATO. How strong can a team put together like this be in terms of combat effectiveness?
Sheffield sneered, "That pacifist? He has been in office for less than a year."
"Pacifist?" Blake whispered to himself softly, with a hint of sarcasm.
"What?"
"nothing."
In the command center, Price and Sandman sat aside, "This mission is a bit strange. I thought it was to capture Makarov, but I didn't expect it was just a rescue mission."
Price lit his cigar and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm just a soldier who follows orders."
Sandman shook his head, "Forget it, you still like Clara cigars?"
"Yes, my lungs have become accustomed to it after decades." The two started chatting.
In Misrata, night has fallen. Stonebridge and Kate have sneaked into the city. The dark streets are full of government soldiers. "We still have one block."
Stonebridge was wearing a lightweight tactical vest without even inserting the bulletproof plate. He was holding a G3KA4 with a short barrel in his hand, and Kate Marshall, who had blond hair, was holding an L119A1.
"We have to hurry up." Stonebridge hid behind a car and watched a group of soldiers walking across the street.
These soldiers were very unprofessional and were basically just showing off. All visual blind spots were not carefully searched, but this was good news for them.
"I'll go over first and take cover." Stonebridge pressed Kate's shoulder, half-crouched and quickly emerged from the shadows and rushed across the street, hiding in a pre-specified hiding place, and then held a gun on alert.
Kate's tactical movements were also very skillful, and she quickly crossed the street without any sloppiness.