(The title is wrong and cannot be changed. This is Chapter 903)
"Cheer up, you guys. This is a rare opportunity for others to pay for advertising. Don't screw it up for me." Xu Chuan looked at the crooked melons and cracked jujubes in the car and shouted.
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Xu Chuan has been deliberately controlling the development of Umbrella in the past two years, but even so, Umbrella's scale has reached a point where it has to start expanding.
The development plan in Africa is the first step in this expansion.
And now we can take advantage of this opportunity to show off Umbrella's strength. The target audience is of course not ordinary people, but Umbrella's potential customers. It seems that they are currently discussing cooperation, but they are still unsure about Umbrella's strength.
Skeptical South Sudan.
"I know, boss, if you ask me, as long as you show your face, we will definitely become famous." Curtis was in a good mood, which meant that he could earn a lot of extra money.
"Get out of here!" Xu Chuan extended his middle finger. Although many countries and organizations already knew that Umbrella and the boss of UC Technology were the same person, this did not mean that he needed to stand in front of the stage.
Of course, sooner or later, everyone will discover that these two companies that seem to be completely unrelated are owned by the same company. After all, their logos are the same, but that will happen in the future.
"Hurry up, those Nusra Front people may be preparing for the third wave of attacks." Xu Chuan patted the car door and told them to leave quickly. If two of them died, it would be money.
Xu Chuan didn't go with him. There was no need for him to be involved in such a small business.
He was drinking coffee in the company while watching the drone footage.
It is about four or five kilometers away from the intelligence station, which is not too far away. It only takes a few minutes to drive. Curtis has already got the phone number of the intelligence station director Bob and contacted him on the way.
"Hey, buddy, we're on the way. We'll be there in five minutes. Get ready."
A total of two trucks, two SUVs, and four armed pickup trucks were enough to pull these people away in one trip.
The people at the intelligence station were almost all ready. Only the GRS was still maintaining combat status. They all knew that they could not relax until the end, as those extremists were probably still watching them somewhere.
"I don't know if those guys are reliable." Tanto looked at the horizon that was beginning to glow with white light and kept talking.
"After all, those people at HCLI have set such a high price. It doesn't look like they are perfunctory." Ron replied, not afraid of the other party's high price. This at least proves that they have the confidence that others don't have.
As they were talking, a dull explosion suddenly came from the distance. Everyone in GRS looked in the direction of the sound in confusion until a sharp whistling sound was heard in the air a few seconds later.
"Mortar!" Ron shouted directly, and then quickly lay down on the spot holding his head.
A few seconds later, an 81mm shell hit the fence of the yard, overturning a car parked there.
The shock wave shattered the windows of the nearby building, shocking the people inside.
Bob also lay on the ground holding his cell phone, and many people in the room started crying.
"HCLI, where are you? We're under fire." Bob shouted with his cell phone.
Curtis over there had already heard the sound of the explosion, "I heard it, please stay hidden, we will take care of it." He hung up the phone.
"Hey, hey...!" Bob shouted several times while holding the phone. He lay in the corner and didn't dare to move. After hearing that there was no movement on the phone, he leaned forward and pulled the walkie-talkie on the table to the ground.
"Ron, what is going on?"
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"Boss, did you hear that?" Curtis used the walkie-talkie to contact Xu Chuan.
Xu Chuan has been using a drone to keep an eye on the situation near the intelligence station. The mortar is in an alley 1.5 kilometers away from the intelligence station. Someone is lying on the roof with a telescope to observe the impact point, and the gunner is making corrections.
parameter.
This situation is basically unsolvable for GRS. If the opponent has enough artillery shells, it can really kill all the people in the intelligence station.
But in that case, Xu Chuan would be very embarrassed.
He had been prepared for this situation. Umbrella's drone force had already controlled suicide drones and flew over the mortar positions. If he wanted to, the Nusra Front's first shell would not be able to fire.
But that would not show the value of Umbrella. Now that there is such a shell at the bottom, Americans will only feel that the money is really worth it.
Following Xu Chuan's order, the two drones quickly rushed toward the mortar.
Due to size limitations, the explosives currently loaded on this drone, which is similar to a loitering bomb, are only equivalent to two 40mm grenades, but it is enough to deal with infantry.
One pounced on the ammunition boxes on the ground, and the other pounced on the surrounding crowd. Two explosions were heard in the distance, followed by a bigger explosion, and the two boxes of artillery shells exploded.
The black smoke from the explosion shot up into the air, and a gap was opened in the roadside wall. Six or seven bodies were lying on the ground, including the gunner and several senior officials of the Nusra Front.
Others were originally prepared to attack again after the shells were fired, but now they didn't know what to do.
Everyone looked at each other at a loss. Just now, all their commanders were blown up into the sky.
While these extremists were hesitating, a convoy with the Umbrella logo temporarily spray-painted arrived at the gate of the intelligence station. The heavily armed Curtis jumped out of the SUV and patted the gate hard.
"Little Red Riding Hoods, I'm here to take you home." Curtis' loudspeaker voice spread throughout the street. Two armed pickup trucks equipped with M2HB-QCB heavy machine guns crossed them to establish a defense line in front of the wall.
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After a while, the iron door was pushed open a little. Through the crack in the door, two GRS could be seen hiding behind the bunker, with their guns pointed at the door.
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These people are very careful and have not relaxed at this time, which shows their professional ability.
Seeing that the leader was obviously an American, GRS lowered its guard.
"You guys arrived just in time." Tanto complained. The shell just now almost scared him to the point of peeing. He was not joking at all.
After holding on all night, they were almost sent away by mortars. It's hard to explain how desperate they were at that time.
"Hey, man, you should complain to your boss about this, not me." With Curtis' foul mouth, no one except Xu Chuan could make him suffer.
Scott, who was sitting in the car, looked at the Ranger tattoo on Tanto's arm and said directly, "Ranger kittens, daddy is here to pick you up."
Tanto put the rifle behind his back and said, "Fuck you..." and rushed forward, ready to take action.
Ron quickly held him back, now was not the time for a fight.
"Are you from HCLI?" He first looked at the armed men in these cars. In addition to the black man standing under the car and the guy who needed a beating, there were also some Middle Easterners who looked very similar to each other.
They are mercenaries, and their equipment is more American-style.
After taking a look at the logo painted on the car, Ron felt like he had seen it somewhere.
But these are not important now. He pushed Tanto to the back and asked the uneasy man to quickly call everyone out.
Bob and other intelligence officers didn't need to be greeted at all. They were already waiting in the yard with the large and small bags they had prepared. Several women all shed tears of excitement.
Everyone started to board the car. There were two GRS SUVs in the intelligence station. For safety, they chose to drive by themselves, including Bob, who also sat in their car. As the station leader, he still had some things in his bag that he had to carry.
Go information.
"Webmaster, where did they come from?" asked a GRS. This group of people did not look like people from HCLI. It was not like they had never been to the port in Benghazi. He had also seen people from HCLI.
Bob glanced out of the car window, then took out a UC phone from his pocket, "Haven't you ever used a smartphone?"
Ron looked at the white umbrella pattern on the back of the fuselage and suddenly realized, "Damn it, why does it look so familiar?"
But now a new problem has arisen, how could a mobile phone maker appear here.
Bob shook his head. He obviously knew the inside story, but he didn't want to say anything now.
The extremists saw the people from the intelligence station getting on the bus from a distance, but without their leader, they didn't know what to do now. Someone had already run away with weapons.
However, there were also extremely extreme people who wanted to launch an attack regardless of the heavy machine guns on two armed pickup trucks. Without exception, these people were all pushed to the ground by others, who then cursed these people in the local language, "Are you...
You're blind, didn't you see the umbrella pattern?"
Most of these people are native-born locals. To be honest, they may not know what the US military looks like, but they all know the legend of this pattern.
The U.S. military might just drop bombs on their heads, but the people represented by this image would actually drag them out and pour cement on the roadside.
Umbrella's name here can really make children cry.
People like GRS don't know this, but it's just because their longest deployment in Benghazi was only three months.
These surviving extremists just watched the convoy pulling the Americans and driving away from the scene. These people had no idea that there were many pairs of eyes in the sky watching them, and if there was any abnormality, they would also be blown up into the sky.
"Ron, Ron, what happened over there? I heard an explosion." Glenn Doherty, who was trying to transport Stevens to the airport, immediately heard the explosion.
Ron was contacted and he could tell it was the sound of a mortar.
Ron was sitting in the car, "The matter has been resolved, we will take a boat from the port to Italy." He had no idea that he would evacuate before the other party.
"Fuck, you're so lucky." Glenn cursed. He didn't ask about the specific situation because he was so angry now that his people were looking for an ambulance and needed an accompanying doctor. Stevens didn't have one yet.
He regained consciousness, but Tripoli asked him to transport the person back.
Two heavily armed deltas were guarding the door of the ward, as if no strangers were allowed to approach. Most of the nearby patients, doctors and nurses walked around.
Several people from local armed groups were surrounding Glenn Doherty to demand the balance. This guy was extremely annoyed. How could anyone ask for the balance after half of the work was done?
However, after a while he knew why. As the sun rose, more and more senior Benghazi officials and pro-Western armed groups began to appear in the hospital. The connections they had been looking for all night finally appeared.
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Therefore, the reason why I asked him for the balance was because the armed organization that sent them knew very well that they would probably not be able to use them in the future.
And somewhere in the hospital, Alex was replying to Amanda, "The GRS people are guarding the ward, and I have no chance at all."
It was too late when he gave her the order to take action. GRS had already rushed to the hospital. It was impossible for her to escape unscathed after killing Stevens under the close guard of so many people.
Amanda's mood was not as irritable as Alex thought. When the extremists began to attack the intelligence station, she knew that things were in trouble. These people were indeed unreliable.
The news that Stevens was taken to the hospital was received by the CIA behind the scenes, which put Amanda into a passive position.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But this matter has little to do with Alex. The execution of this plan is entirely the request of the top, to make something actually very simple.
It was so complicated that something went wrong.
Senator Madeleine said she lost her temper, but Amanda just smiled. She gave the other party the right advice, but the other party insisted on going his own way. Regardless of whether he was a senator or not, she should have understood by now.
, it is the right choice to leave this kind of matter to professionals.
"You can come back, Stevens can't die now." It could be said to be an accident in the Grand Club, but now if Stevens died in an accident, everyone would think there was something wrong, Madeline
This group of people is not monolithic, let alone another faction watching them.
It is said that Senator Madeleine plans to run for the next President of the United States, and now this matter is likely to become a stain on her. However, even so, Stevens cannot move now and can only wait until the heat of the matter subsides.
Think of another way.
Alex hung up the phone, took one last look at the direction of the ward around the corner, then took off the doctor's white coat and threw it into the recycling bin nearby, then turned and walked towards the elevator.
Frost, who was guarding the door, glanced at the location where Alex left with vigilance, and only moved his gaze in other directions after finding nothing unusual.
More and more people and even the media gathered in the hospital. It was said that the mayor of Benghazi would arrive soon. Glenn looked angry but had no choice.
But he was relieved. In this situation, at least Stevens would no longer be in danger.
He walked to the door of the ward and said to the two deltas, "Brothers, you can take a rest first. I estimate that the flight back to Tripoli may not take off for a while."
These Benghazi executives must have finished their show before arranging a doctor for him, and they won't be able to leave for a while.
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On the other side, GRS, which had successfully arrived at the port, finally started a fight with Damien Scott.
This guy's foul mouth was as bad as Curtis's, and the two of them were comrades in the same team. They harmed several SEALs, Marines, and Rangers all at once.
Several GRS couldn't bear it anymore, and all the stress from the night burst out at this time.
Tanto, who had long disliked Scott, took off his equipment and rushed over to roll with him.