"There was something wrong with this police car. It first slowed down and approached, then suddenly accelerated away. There seemed to be people in the car taking photos and observing our situation."
After Long Zhan finished speaking, he paused and his tone became a little deeper.
Then he said: "I have a hunch that this police car is probably a group of attackers from a certain Middle Eastern religious group. It should be a scouting point before the attack."
The police and the attackers and thugs are in cahoots, and justice and evil are on the same side.
This is very unreasonable in other countries.
But in Benghazi, which has just ended its civil war and is managed by dozens of militiamen and armed forces, even the most bizarre things can happen.
There is no eternal justice, and there is no absolute evil. Everything only depends on the word profit.
Watching the police car that was behaving strangely go away, everyone in GRS basically believed Long Zhan's guess and realized that the attack was coming soon.
"We are going to Building B. The location there is more advantageous. Call the people from the Fifth National Academy of Sciences to come over." Boone requested.
The door of Building B closest to the intelligence station is the most critical point to guard the front door. Boone did not trust the DSS team and decided to take charge personally.
Tyrone was completely understandable, and he also didn't quite believe in the DSA who had just lost the consulate. He shouted at the top of his voice: "People from the Fifth National Academy of Sciences, please come down from the top and go to Building A. Then pull out another person and come with me." Let’s guard Building C together.”
"OK, let's go over there..."
Scott had recovered from the smoke choking and was back in command of the DSS team.
He knew that his DSS team's combat effectiveness was limited and could not compare with GRS, so he cooperated very well with Tyrone's arrangements.
After the defense zones were changed between the two sides, what followed was a long wait of high alert.
This process is anxiety-provoking and boring.
10 minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
"Oz, did you find anything?"
Lying on the wall and waiting aimlessly was a bit boring and extremely torturous. Long Zhan changed to sit on the rooftop with his back to the fence, took the opportunity to rest and regain his energy, and left the observation work to Oz.
There is a life and death battle ahead, so maintaining physical condition is very important.
"Only a few shepherds were walking and no other abnormalities were noted."
Oz's gun kept wandering around the corpse paradise, observing every landing where there might be an attack, but so far no suspicious situation has been found.
However, no abnormalities were found here in Oz, but there were new changes in other directions.
"Stationmaster, do any allies want to come here for support?" Tyrone asked via radio.
"We have been working hard, but it doesn't work. Is there any problem?" the webmaster replied in a gloomy tone.
All intelligence contacts were used to contact no less than 100 Libyan targets, but no one was willing to help.
Even the members of the Martyrs Brigade who were originally stationed here slipped away not long ago without saying a word.
The stationmaster, who only wanted to evacuate, was about to fail in his plans, and could only stay here and wait for help. It can be said that he was in a terrible mood now.
"There are a large number of vehicles gathering on the east side, which is the parking lot next to the house where the kid threw firecrackers. I hope they came here to play cards," Tyrone said.
"I need to ask, I hope those who come here are our allies." The stationmaster said with luck.
"Hey, two more police cars are here."
As soon as Tanto climbed onto the roof of Building B, he spotted two police cars approaching from the right.
"Stationmaster, two police cars came over. Have you contacted the Benghazi police to come and help?" Tyrone reported the situation.
"Let me check."
When the stationmaster heard that the "Justice" police officers were coming, his first thought was to come and help, and he immediately ordered: "Alan, call the Benghazi police to confirm the origin of the police car."
The stationmaster inside sent someone to make a call to confirm the origin of the two police cars, and everyone outside was already chatting.
Seeing two police cars parked on the east side and beginning to make contact with the gathered vehicles, Teague frowned and said, "I now believe Gibran's guess. These cops must be working for the thugs."
"I hope they are not just here to step in, but also join in the next attack, so that I can blow their pig heads off."
As soon as Boone finished his vicious words, the two police cars seemed to have completed their negotiations, restarted and left the parking lot.
"Wow, they have withdrawn. It seems that our Marine Corps' ace sniper's wish to blow up the heads of dogs and pigs will be in vain." Long Zhan said with a smile.
"This is such a shame."
Tantuo's mood, driven by Long Zhan, has now been significantly relaxed, and he is no longer as nervous as before.
"Hey guys."
Tanto suddenly interrupted and said, "There's a situation. In the direction of the parking lot, have you seen it?"
"I saw about 15 targets heading towards the parking lot. I didn't think they were going to the parking lot for a night walk," Teague said.
Tyrone felt something was wrong and quickly asked: "Oz, how is the situation over there?"
Corpse Paradise is the best point of attack. If people of unknown origin appear there, it is basically certain that the attack will happen soon.
"The shepherds were still there, and five people appeared behind them. One of them had something hanging on his shoulder. He was blocked and couldn't see what it was. It was probably a rifle or an RPG."
After listening to Oz's report, Tyrone basically had an idea.
Special reminder: "Everyone in Benghazi has his or her own weapon. Unless the other party takes out a weapon and fires, you cannot shoot. I don't want you to escape the attack and be imprisoned when you return."
The more nervous people are, the easier it is to act randomly. Tyrone's reminder is very necessary.
GRS is not a part of the U.S. military, it is just a PMC team with a "career editor". The U.S. government will not pay for their mistakes.
Once a person actually violates the rules of engagement and commits a major case such as the manslaughter of civilians, he will definitely be sent to a military court for trial and will inevitably be imprisoned.
"receive!"
While replying, Oz turned on the gun's safety.
Since you cannot take the initiative to shoot and attack, you must make the most effective counterattack in the shortest time after the enemy fires.
Everyone else, including Long Zhan, also knew what was going to happen at this time, and they all entered a fighting state.
Through the night vision goggles they carried, they were able to focus on the group of attackers who had walked through the parking lot in the dark and gathered at the outskirts of the Corpse Paradise.
The militiamen of a certain Middle Eastern religious group had clear actions, and it was obvious that they had undergone a simple simulation before arriving.
Entering the outskirts of the Corpse Paradise, I didn’t stop too much. I immediately relied on the breeding shed built with tarpaulins, iron frames, cement brick wall pillars, etc. as cover. I kept two or three meters between people and quietly approached the back door of the intelligence station.
