Chapter 210

Chapter 209, Benghazi shrouded in darkness

The first time the name Terrio Barrow appeared in front of Captain McTavish was in January last year.

"Please explain your actions, Captain MacTavish!"

The CIA investigator sat across the table in the interrogation room, eying the captain with disgusting suspicion.

"As I said, I was not notified of Colonel Lawrence's defection at that time, and I didn't even know that this guy named Terrio Barrow was one of his people."

The captain deliberately lowered his voice and suppressed his tone to prevent himself from really roaring.

With the same question, these damn CIA agents have asked no less than ten people to question him. Even if they are bored, the captain is bored too!

"But according to what we learned, your superiors have issued arrest notices for you and your team. May I ask why you didn't take action at that time!"

It was a good thing not to mention it, but Captain MacTavish got very angry when it was mentioned.

"I said I didn't receive any bullshit arrest order at all. These are just words made by that guy to shirk responsibility!"

The captain slammed the table hard, but then realized that this was inappropriate, took a calm breath and said sorry.

"We didn't receive that guy's order at that time, I'm pretty sure, and the communication equipment is right there with you, why don't you go investigate the communication records?"

CIA raised his eyebrows, feeling a little better about the captain.

"That's not your concern, you just need to explain why you let Terrio Barrow go."

The captain frowned. He had answered this question many times, but these guys couldn't get enough of it.

"I'll say it again! I don't know this guy at all. I only let him go after he issued General Ross's special pass!"

The CIA was unmoved by this and took out a special pass from the file package that was exactly the same as the captain's memory.

"Look at this pass now to see if it is the one you saw at that time."

The captain was stunned. This was the first time he had gone through the "physical evidence identification" process. The CIA agents who had previously interrogated him all left after asking questions.

"Where did you get this?"

The captain reached out and took the pass. He looked back and forth carefully for a long time, but he really couldn't see any difference.

Whether it's a signature or a seal, it looks like it was written by General Ross. Could it be that those guys forged the special pass?

"Answer my question, Captain!"

The serious tone of the CIA agent made the captain even more afraid to answer easily. He could only read the pass back and forth over and over again, and then said after a long time:

"I don't know if you got any other passes, and I don't know if that damn Terrio Barrow had any forged passes.

But in my opinion, whether it is the watermark, creases, handwriting or General Ross's seal, this pass is no different from the pass I received in my memory. I can only say that it is the one I have seen. . "

The captain didn't say anything. He really couldn't be 100% sure whether this pass was really the one he received yesterday.

After all, after careful inspection according to the forgery authentication method explained above, he could only confirm that the one he had in his hand was authentic.

"That's not important Captain, you just need to get back to me."

The CIA's eyes were as bright as fire, and a pair of hooked eyes stared at the captain.

"yes."

The captain was a little suspicious, but he didn't take it too seriously. He just wanted to get out of this damn place as soon as possible.

"That's no problem, Captain."

The CIA took back the pass, packed up his things, and got up and left without hesitation.

"Damn it, where are you going? How long do I have to stay in this hellish place!"

The captain looked at the men who came and left in surprise, and angrily wanted to ask those guys when they would let him leave, but the only response he received was the sound of fast footsteps and the sound of a heavy door closing.

…

Breaking free from his memories, the captain looked out the window of the hut and saw that the group of pursuers outside had left, so he waved behind him.

"If they leave, we will retreat too."

It was getting very late now, and Benghazi had been completely shrouded in darkness. They could only rely on the dim moonlight to quietly explore the abandoned city.

Sanderson had just checked Sweep's injury. With the help of medicine, the wound had not deteriorated further. This was one of the few good things for them at the moment.

"Keep on holding on, we have to get to the safe house before dawn."

A distance of more than ten kilometers, normally these special forces soldiers would be able to reach their destination very quickly even if they were under heavy load.

However, there were many pursuers, and without their weapons and equipment, they could only choose to take a detour and risk traveling through the city.

The roads and traffic arteries on the edge of the city are dotted with enemy checkpoints. If they leave the building circle rashly, they will only become a living target for the opponent's guns.

But as a result, they had to spend hours playing hide-and-seek with the enemy in the city, which could have been reached in an hour or two.

However, those guys were like ghosts that lingered around. Whenever they escaped a certain distance, new pursuers would drive up from behind and then disperse into the city, looking for traces of them everywhere.

After several incidents, the captain almost suspected that there was a traitor among them.

It was not until he ran into several refugees in a house half an hour ago that the captain realized how he and his group were discovered.

He had calculated everything, but he had missed the natives here!

The captain, who had not met any living people except the pursuers along the way, thought that the city had long been deserted.

Who would have thought that Benghazi, after the darkness, was the time when the refugees here dared to move freely.

After realizing this, the group immediately wrapped themselves with the old blankets, sheets, and curtains they got on the way.

They blended into the refugee group as much as possible, so that they could get rid of the prying eyes in the dark.

…

"You damn idiots! Dozens or hundreds of people can't catch five Americans! What's the use of you!"

Salah overturned the table angrily, took out a pistol and was about to shoot the kneeling men in front of him.

"Please spare my life, spare my life! I just received news that someone saw them. They are still in the city. They can't run far at this time. Please give me another chance! Give me another chance!"

The subordinate hurriedly reached into his pocket, took out a cloth seal with a skull and a sword, and handed it to Salah with both hands.

"This was found on the dead American. It looks like it should be the cloth seal of the unit these guys belong to."

Salah squinted his eyes and looked at the things handed over by his subordinates. He suppressed his anger and decided to let this guy go for the time being.

"Since you are still useful, I will give you another chance. If you can't catch these damn Americans again, you don't have to come back!"

Swearing, Salah dodged the cloth seal handed over by his subordinates and put it in his arms.