As the explosions continued, the gaps in the cracks became larger and larger, and the area became wider and wider, soon exceeding one meter.
"This is……"
Tyrone came over after hearing the news, his eyes widened as he looked at the cracks in the wall.
Listening to the explosion that would occur every two or three seconds, and recalling the weapons Long Zhan brought in and his own experience, he finally came to his senses.
"Get out of the way, the people in front get out of the way, the wall is going through."
Tyrone waved his hand and shouted a warning, and the people around him were startled when they heard it, and they rushed to both sides.
Everyone got out of the way in less than 5 seconds.
"Boom~"
With an explosion that was louder than before, the wall was forcibly blasted through from the inside, revealing a hole the size of a washbasin. .
Several more grenades were fired, and the hole was enlarged enough for an adult to pass through.
At this time, the sound of grenade explosions also stopped.
Tyrone and others outside did not dare to approach. They were not sure whether Long Zhan would fire again, so they could only wait anxiously outside.
About 5 seconds passed, and there was movement inside the cave again.
This time it was no longer a deafening explosion, but a person's head was stuffed out, and at the same time, the sound finally came from the headsets of everyone in GRS.
"Hey, are there any guys on the left side of the main building? Come and lend a hand and pull people out. There are three of them in total."
"Tig, Tanto, hurry up, let's go together."
Hearing Long Zhan's unstable aura, Tyrone could imagine how bad the environment inside was at this time, and immediately called for everyone to run towards the broken hole.
As he got closer, Tyrone could clearly see the large hole that had been blasted through the firelight.
Although it was not a load-bearing wall, there were broken steel bars inside the blasted hole, and the thickness was more than half a meter.
It was this cement-cast wall that allowed Long Zhan to fire more than a dozen grenades before it exploded.
If it is a general hollow brick structure wall, or other ordinary brick walls, at most two or three grenades will be enough to collapse the wall.
Instead of going through so much effort now, only a hole big enough for one person to come out was left.
However, in a country that has been mired in civil war for many years, the exterior wall of a specially built refuge room is useless if it is not strong.
A little thicker is normal.
About 30 seconds later.
Ambassador Stevens, information officer Horus, DSS bodyguard Scott and Long Zhan himself all successfully escaped the fire with the help of the hole that Long Zhan took a shortcut to blast.
Although the three of them were very embarrassed and weak, they did not appear to be in life-threatening danger.
The person has been successfully found and rescued, but he is not in danger of escaping. The consulate has lost its defense capabilities and has to be sent to the CIA intelligence station.
To ensure that the three of them arrive smoothly, they need to use the Mercedes-Benz bulletproof off-road vehicle that they drove.
"Amao, Amao, bring the car over."
"Here, the car is right next to it."
Tyrone roared with this voice, and Amao, who had already come here to "watch the show", immediately ran out of the crowd and pointed in the direction.
Looking in the direction of Amao's finger, there was a Mercedes-Benz SUV parked next to the green shrubs less than 10 meters away.
"Tanto, go get the car."
"Eric, check to see if everyone else from your National Fifth Academy is here."
Tyrone opened the kettle and fed the ambassador water, and issued two instructions in succession.
Tanto replied with a "received" and quickly ran towards the Mercedes-Benz SUV.
Eric shouted back: "Everyone is here."
Dave, the black man who had hid in the storage room before, and Sean Smith, the engineer who had appeared from somewhere in the corner, were all standing next to Eric.
Both of them had unkempt beards and hair, with most of their hair burned, and they looked very miserable.
Fortunately, he was not injured and seemed to be able to hold on.
The other militiamen of the February 17th Martyrs Brigade began to disperse one after another, seeing that the rescue had ended and there was nothing to watch.
Some are looking for "treasures" that have slipped through the net, such as cars and motorcycles that have not been burned.
Even the lawnmower is a good thing, and you can sell it for a lot of money if you take it out and throw it on the black market.
Seeing the people from the Martyrs Brigade starting a treasure hunt in the ruins on February 17, Tyrone realized a serious problem.
We originally had a plan to retreat together, but we had to change it temporarily.
"Gibran, Teague, you two take the ambassador and the people from the Fifth National Academy of Sciences and leave first. The others stay with me. We need to complete the capital sale procedures before we can leave."
Tyrone's order split the team into two, and everyone immediately began to perform their respective tasks.
The ambassador and information officer are still in a coma. Although their lives are not in danger for the time being, their condition is not good and something may happen if it goes on for a long time.
Sending them back to the intelligence station for treatment first is the most important thing at the moment.
However, when a militia attack by a certain Middle Eastern church occurred suddenly, the ambassador and others at the consulate had no time to react. They had no time to destroy a large number of valuable confidential documents, so they were forced to hide to save their lives.
Many things the U.S. government does within the borders of other countries, whether political, military or intelligence, cannot be made public.
In order to ensure that no dirty information is exposed, the U.S. military and political system has taken preventive measures.
Whenever you need to leave your stronghold or station, you need to take all relevant documents with you. Those that cannot be taken away need to be destroyed on the spot.
This is the "capital sales procedure"!
In order to ensure that the capital sale process can be completed quickly, to avoid colliding with thugs who are returning and leaving, causing unpredictable and bad consequences.
Oz, the sniper who was responsible for setting up his gun at a high point in the distance, withdrew and joined in the destruction process.
The people who had evacuated first on the other side had all boarded the Mercedes-Benz bulletproof off-road vehicles.
Eric, Scott, Dave, Chris, Ambassador Stevens, and engineer Shane Smith were packed into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz.
There were six people sitting on the five seats, three of whom were in a coma.
It's definitely a bit crowded, but there's nothing I can do about it.
Long Zhan picked up his light machine gun again, and sat in the co-pilot and was responsible for the armed guards on this trip back. Teague sat in the driver's seat and was responsible for driving.
"Go go go, let's go!"
Tyrone stood next to the car and slapped the hood, then stood aside and waved to leave quickly.
"boom--"
Teague stepped on the accelerator, and a burst of smoke came from behind his butt.
The V8 engine burst out with strong power, and after dragging eight adult men on board, and with the weight of the bulletproof body already exceeding three tons, it rushed towards the front door of the consulate.
The journey back was only 1.5 miles, but everyone in the car did not dare to relax at all.
Because the crisp retreat of a certain Middle Eastern Christian attacker was enough to show that the battle at the consulate was just the beginning of tonight's attack.
Greater danger is approaching step by step.