Chapter 221

Chapter 220, If you don't help, don't talk nonsense here!

"Damn it! I'm going to kill these sons of bitches!"

Sanderson swung his fist and hit the wall hard, trying to turn all his resentment into fist force and vent it all on the broken old masonry wall.

The captain came to Sweep's body in silence, patted Allen's shoulder, hoping that he would not blame himself too much.

"Sweep...he pushed me away before he was shot..."

Allen's voice was a little choked, and the meaning of his words was very clear, Sweep died to save him.

The captain paused, and he didn't know what to say to persuade him, so he had to silently reach out and take off the dog tag hanging on Sweep's neck, and handed it to Allen together with the doctor's tag in his waist bag.

"They won't die in vain, I swear!"

Alan tightly grasped the two dog tags with the doctor and Sweep's names, and the scene of the two dying in front of him flashed back and forth in his eyes.

"As long as I'm alive, I will definitely find that damn Barrow and kill him with my own hands!"

Reaching out his hand and gently closing Sweep's eyes, the captain asked the other two to make a simple grave for him.

They didn't have time to deal with the doctor's body at the time, so how could they just leave Sweep's body alone now?

They simply used a dagger to dig a pit of moderate depth in the yard, and the three of them put Sweep's body in it. After adding sand and soil, they simply built a grave with bricks and stones from the ruins, which could be regarded as protecting Sweep's bones from being eaten by vultures.

The three secretly noted the location here and vowed to come back to pick them up, and then they gathered their minds and prepared to leave.

…

“Is there still no news from the special operations team?”

General Ross took a puff of his cigar, and his mind was still constantly recalling what the intelligence officer had told him just now.

“Sorry, General, we haven’t received the team’s radio signal yet. Due to military regulations, we can’t arrange large-scale troops to go to Benghazi openly for the time being.”

The intelligence officer lowered his head, not daring to look at General Ross, who had just calmed down.

“If you can’t do it openly, do it secretly! I want to see the person alive or the body dead! Also, let the CIA be more active! Don’t think I don’t know what they are up to. If my people make any mistakes again, they will be in trouble!”

General Ross has long been fed up with the CIA guys. They shout the slogan of loyalty to the country, but secretly enrich themselves and have evil thoughts!

Not to mention the distant past, just talking about this nuclear threat, General Ross always feels that there is a shadow of the activities of those guys behind it.

Otherwise, why would the CIA know that Colonel Ka has nuclear weapons, but is unwilling to provide the exact source of the intelligence?

There is no one who provided the nuclear weapons, which is totally inconsistent with the CIA's consistent tone.

In the past, even if it was fabricated, the CIA would frame Russia for the nuclear weapons.

But this time...

General Ross smoked a cigar thoughtfully, and his brows twisted unconsciously.

However, before he could think things through, the liaison officer next to him suddenly reported to him:

"General, General Sheffield called!"

General Ross was stunned when he heard the words, and then his frown became even worse. He knew why this guy called at this time, but because he was in the wrong, he didn't refuse to answer directly like before.

"Connect."

With a sigh, he put out the cigar and took the communicator handed over by the liaison officer.

"It's me. If you have something to say, just say it quickly. I don't have time to argue with you now."

When the other party heard that the real owner answered the phone, his tone immediately became sarcastic.

"Oh, is this the character of an iron-blooded general? General Ross is really tough. My soldiers suffered a great disaster following you, and now you don't even have an explanation, but you are disgusted with me?"

General Ross's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, "As expected", and glanced at the liaison officer beside him, signaling him not to hang around in front of him.

"Sheffield, I don't have time to deal with you now. I will pay you back what I owe you, and you don't need to come here to mock me!"

The liaison officer knew that the following content was not what he should listen to, even if he didn't know how to listen, so he quickly left the command room.

"Hmph, what a joke. It was you, Ross, who asked me to lend you some soldiers to carry out some reconnaissance mission, but you ended up going to Libya to look for nuclear weapons?

I wonder why you didn't use your own soldiers. You don't feel bad when your soldiers are in trouble, right?

If the intelligence officer hadn't informed me, would I have to wait until they were all dead before I could get the news!

You still have the nerve to keep saying you'll pay them back? Now, one person died and four are missing! Tell me what you'll pay them back with?"

Ross looked embarrassed, but he wouldn't give in.

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you now. The most urgent thing now is to get those soldiers back! Sheffield, you can choose not to help, but I don't need you to say any bullshit here!"

As soon as these words came out, Sheffield on the other end was almost laughed at by General Ross.

"I said sarcastic words? Ross, you've improved your ability to blame others, right? I'm telling you, if I don't hear from them within an hour, we'll see you in the military court!"

Click~

There was a crisp sound from the other end of the communicator, followed by a busy tone, leaving General Ross with the veins on his forehead bulging.

"Damn bastard!"

...

As the night deepened, the three members of the special forces team finally left the city before the enemy caught up, and trekked for more than an hour in the wilderness before arriving at a safe house built by the CIA near Ajdabiya in the southwest of Benghazi.

This safe house was built underground by the CIA. It was just an inconspicuous house on the surface. From the outside, you couldn't see what valuables were inside.

So even after the war, the house itself was not severely damaged, but some old furniture inside was emptied.

"Boss, are you sure this is the right place?"

Sanderson looked around the empty and leaky house with some uncertainty, and really couldn't see any safe house.

"According to the location coordinates provided by the CIA, this should be the right place." The captain knocked around and didn't find anything suspicious in the house. Even if there was, it would probably be discovered and emptied by the refugees. "Could it be that the CIA is bluffing us?" Sanderson no longer has much trust in the CIA. If the captain hadn't insisted on finding the signal repeater, he wouldn't have risked running to this place. Allen knocked on a wall and felt that the space inside the room seemed a little smaller. "Boss, don't you think that the space in this room is a little bit wrong?" The captain pinched his chin and carefully estimated it, and his eyes lit up. "Alan is right, there is something wrong with this wall!"