"The station is under attack. Get your equipment quickly."
The gunshots from the direction of the consulate were getting louder and louder. Tyrone frowned and couldn't hold on anymore. He took the lead and ran back to the hall to quickly put on armor and equipment. . .
"Has it started? I hope they listen to me, otherwise tragedy may be inevitable."
Long Zhan secretly thought, and turned around and ran back.
If DSS had prepared breathing equipment in advance, in the original plot, the terrorists could not break the door and set the entire main building on fire with gasoline, leading to the tragedy of Ambassador Stevens dying of excessive smoking. The same mistake would not be repeated here. .
All the intelligence officers in the intelligence station also heard the sound of gunfire and ran out in panic.
The webmaster even took a phone and contacted an informant to communicate.
"I need more information..."
"Who are the attackers and how many are there..."
"Twenty to 40? Are they in now?"
The webmaster just wanted to work here safely until he retired. The consulate was suddenly attacked by an armed organization, which disrupted his plan and made him more panicked than anyone else here.
Two minutes later.
Tyrone and Long Zhan, who had put on their equipment, ran out of the house and went to the stationmaster's side.
The station chief is the top person in charge of the intelligence station and the CIA's top commander in Benghazi. As an agency under the CIA, grs needs to obey the station chief's command and dispatch.
"Do you know what's going on?"
Tyrone ran over and asked quickly. It could be seen from his whole state that he was very anxious now.
"It was an attack organized by the Islamic religious group. The number of people is between 20 and 40. The other circumstances are not yet clear. At present, it is only confirmed that they have rushed into the consulate..."
"Bang~"
Before the stationmaster finished speaking, a loud noise came from the direction of the consulate.
"What's this?"
The stationmaster was shaken by the explosion and asked in shock.
"RPG-7 seems to have been modified." Long Zhan answered accurately.
Long Zhan has been a policeman and a gangster, used the world's top equipment, and once made a living using antiques from World War II. He has already mastered the unique skill of handling firearms with ease.
"The rockets have been used. The situation at the consulate looks good. When will we set off?" Tyrone's expression became more and more serious.
"Wait, wait, don't be impatient."
The stationmaster became even more panicked when he heard there were rockets, and had no idea of going to support him.
The defense at the intelligence station is also very limited. Leaving aside the unreliable February 17th Martyrs Brigade, there are only six grs combat personnel.
Among the remaining 30 or so intelligence officers, a few can be found through forced recruitment, but their combat effectiveness will not be very high.
If the GRS team is sent to support the consulate, the intelligence station will become very vulnerable and cannot survive if it is attacked.
When a catastrophe approaches, each company is left to sweep its own course. The webmaster just wants to live a stable life until retirement.
Tyrone could see the stationmaster's attitude and wanted to rush over to support as soon as possible, but he could not lead the team without the stationmaster's order.
We can only continue to wait patiently, hoping that after more intelligence feedback is received, the webmaster will order support.
This wait.
That's 10 minutes.
The stationmaster still had no sign of giving an order, but instead called the person in charge of the February 17th Martyrs Brigade and gave him an "ideological and political class."
The purpose is to stabilize the people of the February 17th Martyrs Brigade and prevent them from deserting as much as possible.
The stationmaster was selfish and only wanted to hold on to the intelligence station. He didn't want to care about his compatriots who were already in crisis. Tyrone couldn't hold on anymore.
Soldiers have a sense of pride in their bones, and they also have the honor of being a soldier.
This is different from intelligence officers.
As a former Navy SEAL, Tyrone couldn't just watch his compatriots suffer, so he decided to abandon Operation Station Commander.
He called everyone in the GRS team together and said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "Everyone, listen up, this trip will be very dangerous, and you have no obligation to go there to support.
But within the entire Benghazi area, the only one who can help them is us. If we don't go and help them, they will definitely die.
I don't force you to participate. You are free to choose. Raise your hand if you want to quit. "
Although no one in the GRS team gathered together was dressed like a soldier.
But when they heard Tyrone's words, no one raised their hands and quit because of fear.
For example, Boone had just finished taking a shower and was getting ready to go to bed. He was wearing a sleeping shirt and shorts, with a tactical vest and body armor on top.
Tanto was wearing denim shorts, while Tige was wearing casual trousers, but underneath were a pair of slippers.
Long Zhan was the only one whose lower body was qualified. He wore standard combat boots and camouflage training trousers, but his upper body only wore a vest.
Large, exaggerated muscles were exposed from the vest that seemed to be bursting. It was easy to tell from the heavy smell of sweat that he had been masturbating just now.
Are they afraid?
Of course I'm afraid.
After all, except for Long Zhan, everyone sitting here is already a family with young and old, and there is a large family waiting for him to return home safely.
But can they not go?
cannot!
Putting aside the deep-rooted military honor, the most important thing for soldiers is responsibility and credibility. Since they take other people's money, they have to work for others.
Even Long Zhan, who was "always cautious", would not insult his personality because of fear of death.
certainly.
If it really comes to a life-threatening moment, regardless of the other members of grs, Long Zhan will definitely be the first to find a way to escape to save his life.
It is one thing to work hard, but it is another thing to work hard.
This day's 1,200 US dollars is less than the price of one's life.
Tyrone waited for about 10 seconds. No one in the entire team raised their hands to quit. Everyone's face showed the fortitude and courage of a soldier.
"very good!"
Tyrone was very pleased and immediately ordered: "Prepare two vehicles immediately and prepare enough ammunition. Quick, go go go!"
After hearing the order, everyone immediately dispersed and ran in one direction to prepare.
Long Zhan looked at the m249 in his hand and felt that the firepower was still a bit lacking. He turned around and ran to the armory, preparing to get something more powerful to bring with him.
In this kind of mid- to close-range street fighting, how to hit the enemies hiding behind the wall is crucial.
Long Zhan and the others left, and Tyrone's radio rang again, sending a full-channel call for help from the consulate.
"Tripoli, intelligence station, Washington, this is the Benghazi consulate. We have been attacked. The ambassador has been forced into the refuge room. We can't hold on any longer. We need immediate support. We need help."
The person who made the call was Scott. From his panicked and trembling tone, it was easy to tell how bad the consulate was at this time.
Tyrone's already gathering heart became more urgent. He ran to Building 1 and climbed up the stairs, looking towards the consulate from the roof.
I saw a flickering fire over the consulate 1.5 miles away.
This shows that the thugs from the Islamic religious group have completely taken control of the consulate and have begun burning, killing and looting without restraint.
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