Chapter 202

Chapter 201, Silly Que, you were fooled by him!

Through the rearview mirror of the Humvee, Allen spotted two vehicles speeding toward them at the camp gate behind them.

"Boss, someone is chasing you."

The captain sitting in the co-pilot's seat also noticed the pursuers behind him and narrowed his eyes slightly to figure out the intentions of these people.

"Make way for them and don't act rashly. Now is not the time."

The captain motioned for the others to put down their weapons first and not to show too much nervousness. Then Allen slowly moved the Humvee to the side of the road and took the initiative to make way for the cars behind him.

Seeing this scene, Galahad, who was chasing after him, curled his lips, feeling even more contempt for the Americans.

If his restoration plan didn't require the weapons and equipment of these warmongers, he would have wanted to kill all these Yankees!

Galahad gave his men a look and told them to put away their guns.

Now that people have shown goodwill, Galahad can't just break up with them in person. According to that bastard Barrow, he really can't do anything to these people in front of his own door.

Noticing the flashing lights of the chasing car from behind, Allen looked at his captain, hoping he could give him an idea.

"Stop the car, I want to see what kind of medicine they sell in the gourd!"

Giving the brothers in the back row a look, everyone checked their weapons and ammunition to avoid being attacked by the other party.

The Hummer stopped slowly on the side of the road. Seeing this, the two cars behind did not overtake them. Instead, they slowly stopped behind the Hummer at the same speed.

Galahad pushed open the door, opened his hands to indicate to the Humvee in front that he meant no harm, and then walked towards the Humvee with a few of his men.

Galahad smiled throughout the process and his face was full of enthusiasm until he stood next to the driver's seat.

Through the car window, Galahad motioned to Allen to lower the bulletproof glass. He had something to say.

Reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling man, Allen also had a fake smile on his face.

"It turns out to be Mr. Galahad. Why don't you see Mr. Apdala with you?"

The expression on Galahad's face froze, but he quickly concealed it calmly.

"He led the team to find Salah. What happened today made him very embarrassed. He has to make that guy pay something no matter what!"

Looking for a random reason, Galahad didn't want to waste time on Abdullah's matter, but looked at the captain in the co-pilot's seat and wondered:

"Captain MacTavish, I heard from my men that you want to retreat?"

The captain raised his eyebrows, thinking that what was supposed to come would come.

"Oh, yes, we reported today's events to our superiors. In this situation, we alone can no longer complete the mission, so our superiors have allowed us to temporarily evacuate Benghazi, and more soldiers will be sent later."

The captain did not say anything, he just said that they would leave Benghazi temporarily, and did not mention nuclear weapons again.

"That's right. Alas, it's all that damn Salah's fault. I don't know what that guy is doing and how he allowed the enemy to attack a place like that."

Galahad deliberately blamed the mistake on Salah, and by the way, deliberately described the enemies of the attacking team as soldiers of Cardazor.

"We just learned that the people who attacked you are actually a vanguard force of the enemy. They sneaked into Salah's defense area while Salah was not paying attention. They originally wanted to sneak attack him, but in the end they were defeated by you. Got the package.”

The captain pretended to be surprised and joked:

"So, we blocked the gun for that guy named Salah?"

"Isn't that right? You see, as soon as Abdullah heard about it, he hurriedly led his team to find Salah. He must remember what he said."

Galahad laughed, as if the truth was indeed what he said.

"If this is the case, then if we block the gun, we will block the gun. However, the superiors have already issued the order to retreat, and we cannot disobey the order, so..."

"It's okay, as long as the friendship between our two countries is not affected, I don't want our deep friendship to be affected because of a stupid Salah!"

Galahad deliberately emphasized the word friendship, but in his heart he was scolding these Americans that they deserved to die.

"Of course not. Peace in Libya is the most important thing. We also speculate that that group of people should have sneaked in. It is a good thing that the misunderstanding is now resolved."

The captain echoed Galahad, and then seemed to suddenly remember something.

"By the way, the armed Humvee that Abdullah requested before is expected to arrive at the port tomorrow afternoon. By then, I hope you can clear out the defenders near the port to avoid misunderstandings like today."

Galahad was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He had never heard of this from Abdullah.

But since the Yankee is willing to give it, he doesn't mind accepting it directly.

"Really? That's great. We will definitely deal with it before noon tomorrow!"

The captain nodded, and then ended the conversation and motioned for Allen to drive, citing the urgency from his superiors.

Looking at the Humvee gradually heading out of the city, Galahad gradually put away the enthusiastic expression on his face and returned to his car indifferently.

In the back seat, Barrow, who had never gotten out of the car, looked at Abdullah, who looked silent.

"What did the captain say?"

Abdullah glanced at the guy next to him, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"They are going to withdraw, and they also said that they will provide us with a batch of armed Hummers, which will arrive at the port tomorrow afternoon."

Apdala took a puff of cigarette, and kept recalling the captain's expression when he left.

"Hummer? Tomorrow?"

Barrow was stunned for a while, and then his face showed undisguised sarcasm.

"You were fooled by him. There will be no ships entering the Mediterranean tomorrow, and they will not provide you with any armed Hummers. He is just testing you."

Barrow is very confident. According to the information he has, no transport ships will come to the port of Benghazi in a short time.

"You are very smart, but unfortunately, you are not his opponent."

"What did you say?"

Galahad's face was livid, and he finally understood the meaning of the inexplicable expression on his face before he left.

"Damn American, you deserve to die just like them!"

Barrow didn't care about Galahad's threats at all. He was not a chess piece that was manipulated by him at will. Galahad was just a fart in his eyes.

"Haha, you should tell me this after you kill them all."

Signing the driver to drive, Barrow took out his mobile phone and sent out a long-edited content, then sat back and closed his eyes to rest.

Galahad, who was standing next to him, was so angry that his eyes were about to burst into fire, and his right hand was about to grasp the gun handle on his waist several times.

But in the end, he slowly withdrew his right hand, and sat down like Barrow to rest.

"You made the right decision."

Barrow's voice rang in his ears, but Galahad did not respond, closing his eyes and pretending not to hear it.

"Don't worry, the ambush has been set over there, and they will definitely not survive tonight."