Chapter 247 I Advise You to Give up Your Evil Idea as Soon as Possible

"It's just crazy..."

The gunfire from the PKM subsided, and Allen silently put down the rifle in his hand and slowly walked out of the alley.

"This is hell..."

Looking at the messy streets, Allen couldn't think of any other words to describe what he saw in front of him.

There were scarlet blood stains, mutilated limbs and internal organs everywhere. Even though he had experienced the war in Afghanistan before, Allen had never experienced such a hell-like scene in person.

If it weren't for his relatively good psychological quality, he might have vomited out all the compressed dry food he ate last night at this moment.

"Huhu~ What's wrong?"

The sound of Soap's heavy breathing reached Allen's ears, awakening the stunned Allen from his surprise.

"Uh...it's okay. I think we need to get out of here as soon as possible."

Allen shuddered, and for a moment he didn't dare to look at the soap on the car. He immediately opened the cab door of the pickup truck and pretended that nothing happened.

"You're right, we have to leave quickly! Ghost! Do you hear that? If you're still alive, just scream!"

Soap put down the PKM machine gun with a faint red muzzle, jumped out of the car and looked at the building across the street.

"I am alive and well, even if you die, I will not die!"

The ghost's voice came from the radio, and it still sounded energetic. It should be fine, but what the ghost said next made the two soaps a little worried.

"Come here and help, Xiaoqiang is injured."

As soon as he finished speaking, the broken door on the first floor across the street was kicked open, revealing two figures supporting each other. It was none other than Ghost and Sanderson!

Seeing this, Soap immediately took a few steps forward to help him, and quickly checked Sanderson's body.

"What's going on? Where's the injury? Is it serious?"

However, Soap checked his body up and down for a long time, but did not see any bullet holes or gunshot wounds. He thought he had not noticed something, or it was some private place, and he almost wanted to directly Take off Sanderson's pants.

"Where exactly is it hurt? Can you tell me?"

Sanderson looked embarrassed, glanced at the ghost beside him, and finally had no choice but to tell the truth.

"The stairs in this broken building are broken. I didn't pay attention when I ran up the stairs just now. I missed my footing and sprained my foot. It's okay..."

Hearing this, Soap was stunned. He looked at Sanderson's right foot, which was obviously a little frivolous, and then at Ghost, who turned his head and said nothing.

"Fuck! Ghost, you're fucking kidding me!"

"Hey! Don't say that! I just said that Xiaoqiang was injured, and I didn't say where and how he was injured. It was you who misunderstood."

Ghost let go of the hand holding Xiaoqiang's arm, then pushed him towards Soap, and got on the pickup truck that had been started by Allen.

"Fuck! Ghost is such a beast!"

Soap was pressed by Sanderson's body and he almost lost his balance. He couldn't push him away for a while, and he still felt aggrieved.

"Uh...head, this is all the ghost's idea. If you want to get angry at him, don't attack me."

Sanderson also knew that he would easily get beaten if he kept pretending, so he hurriedly struggled out of Soap's support and limped into the back of the pickup truck without giving Soap a chance to speak.

The veins on Soap's forehead bulged into a pound sign, and his heart was filled with the feeling of ten thousand alpacas.

"Ghost, I think you are worthy!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get in the car quickly. If you don't leave, those guys will catch up again."

Faced with Soap's threat, Ghost said he didn't care and checked the magazine on his rifle and the ammunition on his body.

"We don't have much ammunition on us, we need to get some supplies as soon as possible."

Soap opened the door and got into the back seat. As Allen stepped on the accelerator, the pickup truck quickly drove away from the neighborhood.

"The ghost is right, we can't deal with these damn guys empty-handed."

They also checked their weapons and equipment. Just as the ghost said, their ammunition was indeed insufficient.

Since this operation was a secret mission, the ghosts who were ordered to meet the B1 team did not carry too many weapons and equipment.

In addition to his own CQB version of the short-barreled M4, he only carried an additional 14 to deal with special situations. The rifle in Allen's hand now is the one brought by Ghost.

But only solving the demand for weapons is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. The lack of ammunition is their biggest problem at present.

The Black Hawk does carry a lot of weapons and ammunition, but we can't turn around and go back now, right?

"Contact General Ross. He wants us to be the bait for his fishing. We can't just watch the bait being drowned in the river."

Soap took a deep breath and finally decided to implement General Ross's plan.

Allen and Sanderson were silent for a while. It turned out that they could not directly break into the enemy's lair with their own strength. General Ross was right. If he wanted to avenge the two doctors, he had to follow his plan.

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"General, Team B1 requests airdrop supplies and airdrop support!"

The intelligence adjutant's voice interrupted General Ross and the two men who were watching the video images returned by the drone. Hearing this, General Ross snorted towards Sheffield who was standing aside.

You see, I said they would ask me for help.

Sheffield just curled his lips to express disdain and didn't pay attention to this guy at all.

"Do as they say and do whatever you need!"

"But...but they said they need AC-130..."

General Ross was stunned when he heard this, and then he realized that this should be what the captain had said before, "Why don't we just make a big noise!"

General Ross's mouth corners slightly raised, and the beard on his lips trembled a few times.

This 141 is really interesting.

"I say, do what they say!"

"Yes!"

The intelligence adjutant dared not talk too much when he saw this, and hurriedly contacted the air force base near the Mediterranean.

General Ross nodded with satisfaction and turned his eyes back to the display screen in front of him.

After watching for a while, Ross seemed to suddenly remember something and turned his head to look at Sheffield on the side.

"I heard that the captain gave himself a nickname? AKA Soap?"

However, Sheffield, who had long seen that General Ross was plotting something wrong, glanced at this shameless old man and pointed out his thoughts without giving him any face.

"Heh, I advise you to give up your evil idea as soon as possible. This time they are just seconded to you. I will pick them up after the operation."

"Haha, everyone is here, you still want to go back?"

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"How far is this place from the scheduled location?"

"The straight-line distance should be less than 10 kilometers, what's wrong?"

Alan roughly identified the direction. He had memorized the map of Benghazi before the operation. It was difficult to distinguish the direction at night, but it was different after dawn.

Sanderson looked at the space far away from the street and muttered worriedly:

"Nothing, I hope we don't encounter enemy helicopters."

Alan hurriedly stopped him when he heard this. Good guy, this is not a good thing to say.

"Don't! Don't be a pessimist again!"

Original content is really hard to write. Orange deleted and revised it for a day. The next chapter will be late. Brothers, don't wait.