Chapter 203

Chapter 202, If you can’t take them down, you don’t have to come back!

"Boss, I don't remember you applying for any armed Humvee."

Allen, who was driving a Hummer, didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in his captain's gourd. After thinking about it, it was better to ask directly.

However, before the captain could answer him, Sanderson in the back seat urged him impatiently.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't! Drive your car, we have to get out of this hellish place quickly."

Allen didn't argue. He knew Sanderson's temper, and it was really important to evacuate immediately.

However, the captain on the side didn't think it was a big deal and whispered his guess:

"Aptala should be dead, and that Galahad has become the new commander of the camp."

The captain's words were somewhat unexpected. Allen glanced at the rearview mirror and found that the expressions on other people's faces didn't seem very surprised.

"It can be seen from the guy's expression that he is not satisfied with Abdullah and is even hostile to us."

The captain took out a cigar from his arms and put it in his mouth, but did not light it. The current situation did not allow him to smoke.

"The armed Hummer mentioned by the leader is just a pretext. The purpose is to stabilize the opponent. As long as he still needs the support of weapons and equipment, he will not dare to offend us easily."

The doctor turned off the safety on the pistol and put it back in the holster.

"Does the other party believe it?"

Only then did Allen understand what his captain was thinking. After someone mentioned this, the relationship became smoother.

"It looks like it should be."

The captain's eyes were a little deep, and his face didn't have much confidence after the plan was successful, but it was a little more solemn.

When he just looked at the car behind him through the rearview mirror, he vaguely saw a man sitting in the back seat of the other party.

He vaguely felt like he had seen that face somewhere before, but he didn't recall any information about that man for a while.

This sense of uncertainty made him a little uneasy. Combined with what happened during the day, he always felt that something bad would happen.

"There must have been a man sitting in that car just now."

Sweep, the taciturn sniper, slowly spoke out a sentence, which confirmed the captain's suspicion.

Allen heard the words and hurriedly responded. He also noticed the situation of the car just now.

"Then I saw it right. I also found a man sitting in the back seat of the car, but I couldn't see his face clearly through the rearview mirror. At first, I thought it was Abdullah and thought he was They are avoiding us."

The captain's brows furrowed as he kept searching for information about that man in his mind. He had definitely seen information about that guy somewhere.

"It's not Abdullah, he's a soldier."

The taciturn Sweep once again provided information, and his eyes were obviously much better than those present.

"Who could that be?"

"Galahad's men?"

The captain shook his head and put the cigar back into his pocket.

"I should have seen that guy in that document, but I couldn't remember where he was at the moment. He must not be a good guy."

As soon as these words came out, everyone cheered up.

I've seen my captain in the information, and he's not dead yet, so I'm afraid the opponent's strength should be on the same level as my own captain.

"In short, everyone should be careful in their next actions. The origin of that guy is unknown. Maybe he helped Galahad get rid of Abdullah."

The captain reminded everyone, and then the Humvee slowly drove out of Abdura in the dusk... Oh no, it should be said to be Galahad's sphere of influence.

…

"Boss, they're coming out."

After receiving the report from their younger brother, Salah's men hurriedly came to the boss to report the situation.

They had just received a notice from Barrow, saying that those Yankee soldiers wanted to evacuate Benghazi and asked them to intercept and kill those Yankees.

Although Salah was dissatisfied with the man named Barrow giving him orders casually, now was not the time to care about it.

Through the intelligence information provided by the other party, Salah quickly locked the traces of the special team and his team.

After all, in the war zone of Benghazi, the number of troops who can drive Humvees can be counted on one hand.

What's more, the other party is still in a single car. In Benghazi, where there are informants and refugees everywhere, it is not easy to find out the traces of a car.

Even if the information is slightly delayed, it is not difficult to guess its direction and route.

The rest is just a matter of planning ahead and setting up eyes and ambushes along the route.

"Give me the order to deal with it! I don't want to hear any more news that they are still alive!"

The subordinates resigned, and then quickly picked up their mobile phones to contact the commander in ambush on the front line.

"The boss said, if we can't take them down, you guys don't have to come back!"

The commander who received the order curled his lips and didn't take the other party's words to heart at all. It's just a few Americans, how powerful can they be?

They are all two shoulders fighting against one head. What do they have more than themselves?

In the past, it could be said that there was a gap in weapons and equipment, but now the situation is different.

Isn't it a bulletproof car? There is no bulletproof armor that one Javelin missile cannot defeat. If there is, then two!

Through the binoculars, the man watched the Humvee coming towards their ambush area from a distance.

With a cruel smile on his lips, the man waved his hand to signal his men to get ready.

Noticing the commander's gesture, his men hurriedly took out the Javelin missiles that had been prepared long ago from the weapon box beside him.

He took off the dust cover of the missile, then adjusted the attack mode to attack the top, and came to the edge of the roof to prepare for the launch.

…

Facing the sunset, Allen drove the Hummer slowly out of the city.

Their plan was to leave the main battle zone from the east of Benghazi first, and then sneak to the south of Benghazi when it was dark, and finally walk to the next safe house provided by the CIA for them.

Captain McTavish had reported this plan to his superiors, who agreed with his idea and said that they would send troops to support them when necessary.

Then the captain reported what happened during the day to his superiors, but they did not give further instructions, just reminding the captain to complete the task as soon as possible, and there would be special people to deal with it.

The captain was a little suspicious, but the military order was like a mountain, so he couldn't insist on it, so he had to give up.

"Why do I feel like the higher-ups are hiding something from us?"

Sanderson had a bad feeling in his heart. Having watched many movies, he couldn't help but think of some very bad plots.

The captain didn't respond. He also felt that the superiors who were confronting them this time were not behaving normally.

It stands to reason that if there are problems within the rebels, the military should take some countermeasures, but from what the higher-ups said, it seems that they are planning to deal with it coldly.

"There is only one possibility for this situation to happen, and that is..."

"Wait a minute! What is that?!"