Chapter 201

Chapter 200, I am the boss here now!

Sanderson looked outside through the window of the house. He just vaguely heard what seemed to be a gunshot coming from the direction of the camp command room.

However, the rebels outside the window still looked as usual. Those who were supposed to be moving goods were still moving goods, and those who were supposed to be patrolling were still patrolling. There didn't seem to be anything unusual.

But how could there be gunfire in the direction of the command room?

Could it be that Abdullah was punishing his subordinates?

No reason?

The rebels will not tolerate this situation unless...

"Head, something's not right!"

The captain threw the unfinished cigar in his hand to the ground and stamped it out, then put the pistol he had previously used to press the map back into its holster.

"I'm afraid something is wrong with our allies. Allen, you and the doctor go get the Humvee over and say we are going to withdraw. Don't alert the enemy!"

The team driver Allen looked at the team member codenamed Doctor next to him and realized that the matter was serious, so he hurriedly started to organize the equipment.

The other two people also knew that the current situation was very dangerous, and Sanderson quickly retreated from the window and returned to the house.

"Don't worry, it seems they haven't planned to attack us yet."

The captain checked his own gun and motioned to everyone present not to clean up the house, but to take away the necessary things.

Now that you have decided to pretend to be a rat that is escaping in a hurry, you might as well pretend to be more thorough!

The captain opened the door, called a patrolling rebel to come over, and explained to him:

"Go and tell Abdullah and his adjutant that our superiors have issued an order for us to evacuate Benghazi. We don't have much time left and we have to leave soon!"

The captain patted the patrolling soldier on the shoulder, took out a small wad of bills from his pocket, and stuffed it into the soldier's jacket pocket.

"It's just a waste of time and effort. We won't go inside to say hello to them. Remember to bring your words with us!"

The soldier estimated the amount of the stack of banknotes, gradually let go of his guard, and smiled directly on his face.

"I got it, I'll let you know. Have a safe trip, you guys!"

The soldier thought that with this money, he would have to go to the refugee camp behind tonight to have some fun!

The captain saw what the soldier was thinking, patted the other man's shoulder twice again, and then gave him a look that every man could understand.

"Thank you very much, and I hope you win this war as soon as possible!"

The two smiled tacitly, and the captain motioned for his team members to follow him, and then walked towards the gate of the camp in a grand manner.

After being a little further away, Sanderson moved closer to his captain.

"Boss, the situation is very wrong. There are many more people in the camp."

As an observer in the team, Sanderson had already found out the combat personnel and configuration of this camp.

But through his observation just now, he clearly found that there were nearly one-third more armed personnel in the camp than before.

"Calm down, their target is not us yet."

…

"We are halfway through our plan, Mr. Galahad, this place will soon become your territory."

The man named Barrow took out a cigar from his arms, lit it calmly, and then slowly blew out a smoke ring.

"Is this only half of it? Didn't you say that I just need to kill Abdullah?"

Galahad took out cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it to his mouth. The boy next to him immediately struck a match and lit it with a hint of eye.

"That's right, but that was before, now

Things are different now. "

Barrow gestured with his chin to Galahad to look outside the room.

"Do you still remember what I said? Those special forces must die, so that the United States will pay attention to Colonel Card, and they will provide you with more and more advanced weapons."

Galahad raised his eyes and stared at the man in front of him without answering, waiting for the other person to continue.

"But now not only are they not dead outside, they have returned to your camp with suspicion. Do you think they can still trust you and your men? Do you think the United States will fully assist you in retaking Tripoli?"

Barrow deliberately emphasized the words "your camp" and "your men".

"They're already suspicious of you."

Like a devil's whisper, every word Barrow spoke spoke to Galahad's heart.

Galahad threw the cigarette he had not taken two puffs on to the ground and crushed it to pieces with his feet.

"You're right, they must die!"

But before Galahad could give the order, a soldier's announcement suddenly came from the door.

"Boss, those Americans are leaving. They have suffered a defeat and want to run away."

Galahad and Barrow looked at each other and hurriedly motioned to his men to open the door to let the visitor in to talk.

"What's going on! Tell me clearly!"

The patrolling soldier glanced at the people in the room. He was a little surprised that his boss was not there, but he didn't think much about it and just assumed that the boss was out of town.

"Deputy Commander, when I was patrolling the camp just now, I saw those Americans leaving in a hurry, and then I stepped forward to question them.

Their captain said that they suffered a defeat here, and their superiors asked them to retreat immediately, so they left first, in a hurry, without taking many things with them! "

The patrolling soldier did not mention that the captain asked him to help carry the message. He only said that the other party was afraid of being beaten and wanted to run away.

"Run away? You just let them run away?"

Galahad frowned and glared, his eyes widened with anger, and his hand subconsciously reached for his waist.

"The boss said earlier that they didn't need to be stopped in the camp, so I..."

The patrol soldier didn't understand what he said wrong, and hurriedly knelt on his knees to admit his mistake and begged for mercy, but it was obviously too late.

"Boss, boss, I'm the boss here now!"

Galahad pulled out the pistol from his waist, and this time he didn't care whether the door was closed or not, and pulled the trigger against the soldier's head.

Bang!

The soldier fell to the ground, blood and brains splattered all over the floor, and the temporary command room that had just been cleaned up wasted again.

The other soldiers patrolling outside the house were a little confused, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only pretend that they didn't see anything.

"It seems that they have guessed my plan. That captain is not simple..."

Barrow's slow voice came from behind, Galahad's face sank, and he suppressed his anger and put the pistol back to his waist.

"Send someone to bring them back to me."

Galahad gritted his teeth and gave the order, but Barrow stopped him again.

"Wait a minute! Don't worry!"

Barrow walked to Galahad's side, lowered his voice and whispered:

"Have you forgotten our plan? We have to let them die outside. We provided them with their route of action before, and it will be difficult for them to escape the responsibility of the Security Council if something goes wrong.

But now they want to leave, so why don't we do what they want?

You can just go out and see them off in front of everyone.

In this way, as long as they leave your territory, how they die and where they die, what does it have to do with you?"