The whole thing seemed to have passed so smoothly, and Umbrella was not overly concerned about the progress of the incident, at least on the surface.
Hex and John Porter still escaped from Makarov's pursuit. Although both of them lost their lives, they were able to save their lives and get the information they wanted, which was considered perfect.
In a shabby private house in the CIA's safe house, John Porter wore medical gloves and used a scalpel to cut open the bullet hole in Hex's shoulder. Although he had been injected with morphine, his wheat-colored skin was still bleeding. Trembling.
"Luckily, no bones were broken." Porter slowly inserted the tweezers into the wound, clamped the tail end of the bullet, and moved it slowly bit by bit.
It is impossible to insert a knife and dig it out directly like in the movie. Even if they had no choice, they would not operate here because they cannot be sure which blood vessel will be hit and cause a large amount of blood loss.
John Porter's hands were very steady. It was obviously not the first time he had done this kind of thing. "Okay, come out." There was a 9mm para bullet on the tweezers.
The wound is then disinfected, sutured, disinfected again, and finally bandaged.
Hex put on a clean shirt, his expression barely changing but revealing his excitement, "Makarov, I didn't expect to meet Makarov here."
This woman is definitely a militant and a lunatic. She has no intention of escaping from death at all.
"They are all outside now. When will CIA support arrive?" Porter took out his equipment and placed it on the table. There were only two and a half magazines left, and Hex couldn't get there. .
"Can you call this a safe house?" Potter pointed to a room that could be regarded as a bare house. "It doesn't matter if we don't have any equipment. We don't prepare emergency medicine and communication tools."
Hex looked at the furious man and actually laughed, "You are not the same. I asked you to go on such a mission alone. I never thought you could go back."
People like him were like used rags to the higher-ups who would throw them away. No wonder Porter got angry. He contacted Branch 20, but they just asked him to hide and wait for support.
And the two of them had no choice but to stay here and wait.
However, they have wronged the CIA and MI6 this time. They value Makarov more than they imagined. After Zakayev and his son, the intelligence agencies of various countries have raised Makarov's threat to the highest level.
A joint military operation between Britain and the United States is being prepared at the military base in Sicily, Italy. The British side is sending their ace 22nd Special Air Service Regiment, Commander John Price.
"Sandman, long time no see." Price greeted his old friend with a cigar in his hand.
"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't expect an old guy like you to be still alive." Sandman, the commander of the Delta Alloy Team.
As the most elite military personnel of the two countries, communication with each other is of course essential, and there is no need to worry about the level of tacit understanding.
Moreover, Delta learns from SAS. The two teams are very close in terms of organization, personnel and training methods. The origin of the two teams cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences.
However, Da Ying's influence continues to shrink now, and it has to get closer to the United States, otherwise it will not agree to the joint action between the two sides and hand over the command.
"General." In the operations center, the operators from both sides had already met and were all acquaintances.
Sheffield, a three-star U.S. Army lieutenant general who had commanded military operations in Yemen and worked with Price and Sandmann in the final search for explosive devices and the capture of Makarov, was very impressed with their military capabilities. trust.
This time he also advocated gathering the strength of the two teams. "Gentlemen, let me make a long story short. The rat that escaped in Yemen has appeared again in Libiya. I want you to find him."
Both teams knew who he was talking about, "General, Makarov?", Sandman asked.
"Yes, our two intelligence officers have been in contact with him and are now being hunted." Sheffield looked at him with a serious expression, "More importantly, this guy is trying to obtain weapons of mass destruction. ."
"I understand, so do you want to bring our people back first?"
"That's right." Pictures of Hex and John Porter were displayed on the big screen. Colonel Elize Grant, the commander of Division 20, and George Black of the CIA Secret Operations Division were also present.
Of course, Price knew her. Porter was a former SAS member and now worked for the Military Intelligence Branch No. 20. Hex had also worked with her before and was deeply impressed by this woman.
"My people have gone to Misrata and are trying to get in touch with Porter." Colonel Grant spoke first, and she had indeed asked Michael Stonebridge and Kate Marshall to come over.
A bald and fat man added on the side, "They are currently in a safe house in Misrata, and the city is still under the control of government forces. Makarov's people are hunting for them, and we need to pick them up as soon as possible. return."
"And more importantly, they have information about the VX nerve gas stored by the Libija government. Everyone knows what those things mean.",
"Sir, how do we enter? Do we have air support?" Price asked, looking at the photos of the target area on the table.
"Aboard the Black Hawk helicopter of the 160th Aviation Regiment, there were two MQ-9 Reaper drones to provide aerial fire support. I applied for an AC130, but the Ministry of Defense did not approve it. After all, the cost of collateral damage to residential areas is too high." , Sheffield explained.
Although Price felt a little regretful, two MQ-9s were indeed enough, and the door machine guns of the Black Hawk helicopters could also provide cover. In addition, he actually did not feel that this mission required such firepower, but You can use these things, but you can't live without them.
Thorpe, who wore a mohawk, raised his hand and said, "Sir, what are the rules of engagement."
Sheffield shook his head and said resolutely, "Without rules of engagement, all non-members can be regarded as enemies."
"Understood." Although this situation is rare, it is not unheard of. Most of the action personnel present have experienced it.
The next step is to determine the flight route and design an action plan. They are all experienced veterans. This kind of action is not difficult for them.
Sheffield and George Blake walked out of the command center. At this stage, they were of little use. The layman's suggestions from non-frontline personnel were likely to interfere with the operations staff. "I never specify a specific action plan. I never specify a specific action plan." I all remember that stupid colonel who asked us to jump high and drive low to land on a hillside."
"Hahaha, you broke his nose later, I remember.", Blake laughed, they once served in the same army.
"Fuck, I regret that I hit him lightly. Jonathan broke his neck and was in bed for more than ten years."
"You still have such a hot temper." Blake shook his head. Sheffield is from a military family. The family has been in the military for generations, and their connections are beyond what a young colonel can match. So after that incident, Sheffield Without any punishment, it would be impossible to change someone else.
Black skipped the topic and asked, "Why do you want to involve the British? We can do it ourselves this time."
Sheffield looked back at the command center, "I am going to draw personnel from the elite troops of NATO countries to form a task force. This John Price is a commander I am very optimistic about."
"He looks older than you." Blake was noncommittal. There was no room for him to interfere in this matter, but it might be feasible to arrange for a few people to come in.
This time it was Sheffield's turn to laugh, "Yes, I know his nickname is 'The Ten Thousand-Year-Old One'. Let's treat this operation as an assessment."
"Forget it, Sandman. You may not be able to move Sandman. After the attack on the White House, the president trusted them very much. Many tasks were given to Sandman. He will not let him go." Black actually didn't. How to be optimistic about this plan? Every country has its own small thoughts, and the same is true within Nato. How strong can a team put together like this be in terms of combat effectiveness.
Sheffield scoffed, "The pacifist? He's been in office for less than a year."
"Pacifist?" Blake whispered to himself softly, with a hint of sarcasm.
"What?"
"nothing."
In the command center, Price and Sandman sat aside, "This mission is a bit strange. I thought it was to capture Makarov, but I didn't expect it was just a rescue mission."
Price lit his cigar, "It doesn't matter, I'm just a soldier who follows orders."
Sandman shook his head, "Forget it, you still like Clara cigars?"
"Yeah, my lungs have gotten used to it after decades." The two started chatting.
In Misrata, night has fallen. Stonebridge and Kate have sneaked into the city. The dark streets are full of government soldiers. "We still have one block."
Stonebridge wore a lightweight tactical vest without even inserting the bulletproof plate. He held a G3KA4 with a short barrel in his hand, and Kate Marshall with blond hair held an L119A1.
"We have to hurry up." Stonebridge hid behind a car and watched a group of soldiers pass by across the street.
These soldiers were very unprofessional and were basically just showing off. All visual blind spots were not carefully searched, but this was good news for them.
"I'll go over first and take cover." Stonebridge pressed Kate's shoulder, half-crouched and quickly emerged from the shadows and rushed across the street, hiding in a pre-specified hiding place, and then holding a gun on guard.
Kate's tactical movements were also very skillful, and she quickly crossed the street without any sloppiness.
