The GRS team was stuck by the station commander and could not move out. Although the B team in Tripoli had already set off, it would take a certain amount of time to be far apart.
Ambassador Stevens, who was trapped in the consulate, finally encountered fatal danger.
The thugs who had kicked in the door before leaving without any success came back after wandering around the main building.
Americans were not found in other places. They put their hope in this tight door and tried to force it open.
After a sweep with an assault rifle, the iron door with bulletproof glass didn't budge.
I threw another grenade to explode, but it still didn't explode.
The explosives they brought had been used up when blowing up the door. Seeing that the last iron door could not be opened, the thugs from the Islamic religious group became angry. .
I just didn't stop doing anything and ran out to get gasoline and diesel.
"Damn it, no."
Eric, who was in the monitoring room, saw this scene and realized that something was wrong.
The intercom immediately announced: "Scott, they brought gasoline in and want to set fire to force you out. You guys need to think of a way."
When the three people in the refuge heard the news, their already nervous hearts suddenly exploded.
Breathing begins early and becomes difficult.
"Go to the innermost toilet, hurry, hurry, lie on the ground and crawl over, don't let them see you."
Scott urged Stevens and Chris, and after the two of them crawled toward the bathroom on their hands and knees, he crawled toward the cabinet on the left side of the door.
When I came to the cabinet door and opened it, there were 4 fire masks placed inside.
"Made in China" is clearly written on it.
Obviously, Scott, who didn't take Long Zhan's doubts seriously at first, finally chose to believe in Long Zhan.
Although the conditions were limited and no respirators could be obtained, several fire masks were obtained.
A typical person who doesn't say anything but is honest in his heart.
"Hell, Gibran actually guessed it."
After putting on all four fire masks, Scott didn't want to admit it and could only thank Long Zhan in his heart. He lay on the ground again and used his limbs to reach the toilet.
After entering and closing the door, Scott threw a fire mask to each of Stevenson and Chris.
"Put it on and hurry up."
Scott put on the fire mask first, which was equivalent to a teaching demonstration.
Then he took off the towel hanging on the wall, turned on the faucet, wet it with water, and stuffed it into the crack of the door below to block the smoke.
As soon as Scott and the three took precautions, the terrorist group thugs outside the house lit the fuel.
"boom--"
The gasoline mixed with diesel burned rapidly and spread throughout the hall in an instant.
Gasoline and diesel are liquid and will flow. At this time, some of them have flowed into the refuge room along the gaps between the ground and the door.
The ignited flame followed the flow of gasoline and easily passed through the door and burned into the refuge room.
A series of furniture such as sofas, beds, cabinets, etc., quickly deformed and caught fire under the flames, accompanied by a large amount of thick smoke.
The interior space of the refuge room was not large, and thick smoke quickly filled it up.
Although the bottom of the bathroom door was blocked, the left, right and upper sides of the door frame were not. The all-pervasive thick smoke began to slowly invade through the gaps.
"Farke, Farke, Farke..."
Seeing the black smoke coming in, Scott was so angry and anxious that he couldn't help but curse.
Stevens and Chris are just politicians who have never experienced the baptism of war. They have never seen such a scene. They were so nervous that they breathed like cows.
Coupled with the closed fire mask on his face, the voice became heavier and heavier.
The atmosphere in the bathroom was unprecedentedly depressing.
The main building has been enveloped in blazing flames, and the fire is raging like a ruthless beast, swallowing up all the luxurious decorations.
Other areas outside the consulate were not much better at this time.
The Japanese religious group that completely controlled the consulate was no different from the Japanese in the anti-Japanese drama when they entered the village. They robbed everything they saw and burned everything they saw.
Even the landscape trees on the roadside were doused with gasoline and set ablaze.
The huge luxurious manor was converted into a consulate. It was as bright as day in this late night, with fires everywhere, gunshots and explosions everywhere.
Only 1.5 miles away at the intelligence station, Talon had a panoramic view of it all from the rooftop.
Looking at the consulate in flames, some of his concerns began to disintegrate.
at this time.
The call from Scott once again rang through all channels of the intelligence station.
"GRS, where are you? We need your help, please help us, we are trapped, they set the consulate on fire, we can't hold on much longer, please come and save us."
Scott's panicked pleas completely shattered Tyrone's worries.
"Stationmaster, 20 minutes have passed. Do you know how long 20 minutes is? The rescue mission is about to turn into a corpse collection mission. How long do you have to wait? Let us go, there is still a last glimmer of hope."
Tyrone really couldn't hold himself any longer now, and his tone had become unprecedentedly questioning.
"You are not direct action material. You are just bodyguards hired by the CIA, our nannies. You are not a quick reaction force, let alone a front-line special forces."
The webmaster was getting angry now, but he still didn't want to use GRS as his last trump card.
We repeatedly requested that the February 17th Martyrs Brigade be dispatched, but received no response at all, which made the stationmaster even more unsure about the February 17th Martyrs Brigade.
At the same time, under the influence of this factor, we increasingly don’t want to let the only reliable GRS leave our side.
At this moment when the riot breaks out and everyone is in danger, everyone wants to have enough support around them. The webmaster just wants to save his life out of ordinary people's psychology.
In the eyes of GRS, the thugs who are as fearful as tigers are farmers with guns.
There is some threat, but nothing to worry about.
Different individuals have different abilities and different perspectives of thinking.
The webmaster felt that it would be dangerous for GRS to rescue him, and there was a high chance that he would never return.
The GRS are all veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time and have seen all kinds of big scenes. They think the difficulty is not high and they are confident that they can rescue people.
Not only Captain Tyrone feels this way, but also the following including Dragon War.
"Webmaster, I suggest you think carefully. After these people take over the consulate, who will be their next target? Do you think just hiding will be useful?"
Taylor sensed the stationmaster's thoughts and prescribed the right medicine for the stationmaster's painful foot.
Long Zhan felt that the time was almost up. The Taoist religious group should have finished setting off the fire and had an intermission. This was the best time to enter for rescue.
He also stood up and said: “Our strength is limited and there is no guarantee that we can survive the next attack unharmed.
Therefore, we should gather all our strength and collect all available people and weapons.
The DSS team in the consulate is very capable. If we can rescue the ambassador, adding DSS will greatly enhance our defensive capabilities. "
