Chapter 249 Without Me, You Are Nothing

"Trash! They are all trash!"

In the rebel command room, Galahad angrily smashed everything at hand to pieces.

"A group of people can't even deal with a few damn Americans, what use do I have for you! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Even after the things were almost smashed, Galahad took out his pistol and fired wildly at the ceiling, pulling the trigger several times until the M1911's magazine was empty.

"It's useless for you to be anxious. They are not ordinary big-headed soldiers. Those idiots of yours can't deal with them anymore."

Barrow took a puff of his cigar calmly, not worried at all that Galahad would play the role of a punching bag on him.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier! I lost a helicopter for nothing! It's all my money!"

Galahad turned the gun and pointed it directly at Barrow, his eyes were red, obviously blinded by anger.

"I advise you not to do this, even if you don't have a bullet in the chamber."

Barrow exhaled a puff of smoke without even looking at Galahad.

"Pay attention to your identity. You are begging me to solve your trouble now, not me."

The sound of rough breathing filled the command room. The angry Galahad wanted to kill the damn American directly, but the only reason left in his heart forcibly restrained this impulse, forcing him to put away the pistol again.

"You have to compensate for my losses!"

With these words almost squeezed out from between his teeth, Galahad turned his back and stopped looking at him.

Barrow curled his lips in disdain, the joking expression on his face not concealed at all.

"Sorry, I don't have this rule. Your loss is your business and has nothing to do with me."

Barrow stood up and stood beside Galahad, overlooking the rebel camp through the window of the command room.

"I can pretend that nothing happened this time, but please remember my friend. Without you, I can find anyone to be the leader of the so-called resistance."

"But without me, you are nothing."

These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Galahad's heart, pouring cold water on his originally angry heart.

There was a bead of sweat on his forehead for no reason, it was the cold sweat caused by fear.

Galahad always believed that he was the leader of this army, and that he was the only one suitable to sit in that position.

But what he saw in front of him easily shattered his indulgent fantasy into nothing.

The sunshine outside the window was still there, but it was particularly dazzling in his eyes. A bright light flashed in his sight, like a shooting star, but it was captivating.

"What you are saying is that I have crossed a line, my friend."

Galahad's dry lips made a sound, but the sound was small and inaudible.

Barrow didn't respond. He didn't hear what Galahad said, but that didn't matter, as long as he could recognize himself.

He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the person next to him, then walked out of the command room. Someone was already waiting for him outside.

…

Southern Benghazi Province—

The members of Team B1, who successfully escaped the pursuers with their pickup trucks, quickly headed to the airdrop area for supplies agreed with the military after leaving Benghazi City.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, a Stallion transport plane without any markings on its fuselage quietly appeared from the eastern horizon and slowly flew over everyone's heads.

"This time, it shouldn't be wrong, right?"

Allen looked up at the sky with lingering fear. The Stallion transport plane was exactly the same style as the Black Hawk helicopter that had come to rescue him before. From its appearance, it was impossible to tell which country it belonged to.

There is also an armed Humvee hanging under the fuselage, which seems to have been specially transported to the B1 team.

"It's one of our own."

The ghost took out the telescope he carried and took a closer look, and recognized that the pilot of the helicopter was an acquaintance of his.

"Hey~ Ghost, Soap, it's so nice to see you all alive and kicking."

Upon hearing this voice, Soap also breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and looked at the ghost, feeling a little doubtful in his heart.

"Nicholai? Why are you here?"

That's right, the person who came was none other than Nikolai, a Maozi pilot belonging to Task Force 141.

"Haha, besides me, who would be willing to fly all the way here to do such an unreasonable job?"

Nikolai laughed. He was very happy to be able to confirm that the B1 team was temporarily safe, so that he could at least have an explanation with Team Qian and the others when he returned.

"It's Captain Qian's intention. 141's own affairs should be left to 141 himself to resolve."

Soap was silent, and there was something in Nikolai's words. It seemed that Captain Qian didn't trust the military side.

"I've brought everything you want! Don't worry, there's enough firepower for you to make a big move here!"

Nikolai slowly lowered the height of the helicopter, and then disconnected the cables holding the Humvee under the belly.

"I won't go down and greet you. My old guys only gave me 10 minutes. I have to get out of here quickly. I wish you good luck!"

Through the windshield of the helicopter, Nikolai waved to the team on the ground, silently remembering their last expressions in his heart, and then turned around and flew in the direction he came from.

Soap and others watched the Stallion transport plane go away and secretly swallowed their farewell words back in their stomachs.

"Is he Maozi?"

Alan wanted to ask just now, but he didn't interrupt when he saw that Soap and others were chatting lively.

Now that the transport plane has left, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Yes, an old friend of Captain Qian, who used to be in MI6 and is now a dedicated pilot of 141."

Soap nodded. He knew what Alan was worried about, but this was actually not a big deal in 141. He, Ghost and Captain Qian were all SAS before.

"Then the old guys he mentioned..."

"Most likely refers to those people in the east. He should have come from there, otherwise he wouldn't have asked us to run so far to get supplies."

Soap shrugged. The forces supporting the rebels are not only the United States. Several countries in the Security Council have supported forces in Libya to eliminate Colonel Ka, and Russia is of course no exception.

"Okay, let's see what good things our friends have prepared for us!"

Changing the subject, Soap stepped forward to the side of the Hummer and looked up and down at this extremely domineering big guy.

Unlike the armored Hummer that everyone rode before, this Hummer uses thicker heavy bulletproof armor, and is equipped with a 360-degree surrounding machine gun tower and a .50 caliber M2HB heavy machine gun on the top.

This heavy machine gun alone can give everyone a sense of security that cannot be compared with the old PKM light machine gun next to it.

With this guy, even if they encounter a helicopter like the previous one, everyone has the confidence to compete with it.