Chapter 200 Only You Can Lead Them to Victory!

Rebel camp, 4 hours ago——

Abdullah, who had just received the report from his subordinates, hurried to the lounge, fearing that he would offend these American men.

However, as soon as he stepped into the door with his front foot, the captain of the special team grabbed his back foot and pinned him against the wall.

"Hey! Sanderson, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? I also want to ask you what you mean!"

Sanderson took the map handed over by his companion, slapped Abdullah on the head with his palm, pointed at the route this guy was guiding them, and gritted his teeth:

"Why is there an enemy ambush on the road you pointed out to us!"

As soon as these words came out, Abdullah, who was still struggling, was stunned, and then he turned his head hard to look at the map.

"How is this possible? That's Saleh's defense area. I've obviously greeted them. How could you guys be attacked?"

Abdula tried to break free from Sanderson's restraints, but the opponent's big hand holding his neck collar showed no intention of letting go.

"Is there any misunderstanding here? Maybe he didn't inform you of the matter in place?"

"Misunderstanding? I think it's you who are up to something!"

Sanderson didn't believe the man's lies at all. He clenched his fists and wanted to take action, but the captain behind him stopped him at this time.

"Let him go, I believe Abdullah has nothing to do with this."

Sanderson looked back at his captain and had no choice but to let go of the hand holding his collar.

After all, this is someone else's territory. Although they are supporters of this group of resistance forces, if they bully someone else's family members, what's the difference between them and hooligans?

Seeing that the other party finally let go of his hand, Abdullah finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Abdullah, you know the current situation better than anyone outside. Once we fail to find nuclear weapons, you will all have to play it by then. We don't want to see such a day, and I hope you don't want to either."

The captain's cold voice resounded in Abdullah's heart. The other party's meaning was obvious. They were very disappointed in Abdullah.

Sanderson slapped the map on Abdula's chest and gave him a hard look.

It means you have to make up your own mind. The worst they can do is declare the mission failed and evacuate, and they won't be the ones who get bombed.

After quietly wiping the sweat on his head, Abdullah looked around at the people in the room.

Seeing that although they looked embarrassed, there were no obvious injuries on their bodies, I felt a little relieved.

It was not a bad thing for these uncles to come to Abdullah's territory before, it was even a good thing.

Haven't you noticed that the weapons and equipment in your camp have become much richer?

These are provided to them by the United States, as long as they promise to allow them to take away some resources after the war is over.

However, the fact is that Abdulla was happy too early. He originally thought that as long as he sent these gentlemen out, he would complete the task and enjoy happiness.

Unexpectedly, these men came back again, and they came back in a state of embarrassment. Thanks to the reliable Humvees provided by the US military, these men were fine.

If something happens to these uncles on his territory, I am afraid that US bombers will be on top of his head in the next second.

"I'm going to talk to Salah on the phone right now, and I will definitely help you figure things out!"

Abdullah couldn't afford to offend these American gentlemen, so he hurriedly wanted to quit and make a phone call.

"No, no matter what happened today is a misunderstanding or not, the outside world obviously knows that we are in Benghazi. The operation during the day has already alerted the enemy. There is no point in calling us again."

The captain stopped Apdala and signaled him to calm down.

"What do you mean, Captain?"

"Get us an ordinary car. The Hummer is too conspicuous and affects our movements."

The captain did not explain to the other party, but just asked to change cars. The actions during the day made him realize that not everyone in this war zone was willing to cooperate with them.

"Don't make any noise about what happened today. Just think that we are defeated and planning to retreat."

"Sure, I'll arrange for my men to take care of it right away!"

The captain gave Abdullah a final warning and then asked him to leave.

"Boss, does Abdullah really have no idea?"

Sanderson was holding back his anger. On the way back, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. How did the other party know their path and accurately ambush them?

"This matter is very strange. Abdullah is not a fool. If it was really him who did it, he would not come to see us alone."

The captain took a deep breath from the cigar that was still burning between his fingers, frowned and said in a deep voice:

"But there may be something wrong with his men. For safety reasons, we have to leave here as soon as possible. We will retreat when Abdullah gets a car later."

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Back in his command room, Abdullah sat down on a chair. He couldn't figure out why his neighbor would do that.

"Boss, what do those Americans mean?"

The deputy who had been staying in the command room saw his boss coming back with a sad look on his face. He quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for him.

"They had an incident on Salah's property, and it was very strange."

Abdullah did not hide anything about his deputy, and took two puffs of the cigarette.

"My eyelids kept twitching, and I always felt like something bad was going to happen."

Abdullah turned around and looked at the topographic map on the wall behind him, then took out the map given to him by Sanderson and compared it.

"This area... Damn it! Could Salah be..."

However, before he could finish his words, the deputy behind him suddenly took out a pistol and pointed it at the back of Abdullah's head!

Bang!

With a gunshot, blood mixed with white indescribable things splashed all over the wall. The deputy stared at the slowly falling corpse and spoke softly.

"Abdullah, you could have saved yourself, but who told you to flatter those Americans? They are the culprits who created this war! You actually want to help them?"

The adjutant spit at the corpse on the ground with disdain, and then waved to the men who rushed in from the door.

"Get rid of his body, don't let those Americans see it!"

The men did not say much, and silently stepped forward to carry Abdullah's body out of the command room.

"Congratulations, Galahad, this place is yours now!"

A voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and the adjutant called Galahad turned around and smiled kindly again.

"Haha, this is of course thanks to your help, Mr. Barrow. If it weren't for you, Abdullah wouldn't have been sidelined by me so quickly."

Galahad welcomed the man outside the door into the house, and there was no sign of murder on his enthusiastic face.

"No, no, no, Galahad, this is what you deserve. Abdullah is not worthy of being the leader of this country. Only you, my friend, can lead them to victory!"