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"Jimmy! Jimmy! ”

"Damn it!"

"James! James! Damn it! James! Can you hear me? Fack! ”

Boom!

"Hell! They can't be reached! ”

In an underground building located on the territory of Misrata. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The lights in the room were a little dim, and the overhead tubes kept jumping, and the flickering light made people a little upset and at the same time, the atmosphere also seemed a little oppressive.

It's been almost five hours since the war began.

The sound of heavy breathing was audible, and the room seemed empty, presumably an underground parking lot or something, but it had been converted into a makeshift communications and command base.

Maps of Ribia and the surrounding area hung on the walls of the room, many targets were marked red or marked with X's, a dozen computers were constantly working and processing a lot of intelligence information, and the sound of electronic sounds filled every corner of the studio.

The entire underground base is divided into three large sections, the studio, the lounge and the activity room, which is busy at this time, and in the activity room, there are more than 20 people using various fitness equipment.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have been hard to imagine that there would be such a secret base in the ruined Misrata that doesn't seem hidden, but it's hard to detect.

I'm afraid no one believes that this is not a secret stronghold set up with the consent of the top leaders of the Libyan rebels.

The man who spoke was a man in his thirties, who looked very ordinary, and his beautiful blue eyes looked a little like he was breathing fire at the moment.

"They--"

"The mission has failed!"

After saying this, the entire studio immediately fell silent.

They all understand what it means to fail a mission.

"Mr. Clark, what shall we do now?"

"How long do we have left?"

The man who spoke had a solemn look on his face, and he knew very well that there should be little time left for them.

"27 minutes!"

"We have 27 minutes left!"

"Notify everyone now and prepare to evacuate! Evely, you are responsible for storing and destroying all the data, quickly! Will, get all the team together, this will soon be a battlefield, we're going to evacuate, quick! ”

A command.

The entire base was immediately up and running, everyone began to prepare according to the established plan and arrangement, a large amount of materials were destroyed, and all kinds of materials and information that could not be left were stuffed into the high-temperature incineration oven.

Soon!

An action team of more than 20 people was ready and appeared in the hall in full armor.

"Clark! We're ready, 12 minutes to go! ”

"12 minutes? Enough time! Will, you take the people out at once, clear the outer obstacles, and we'll be off right away!" ”

"Ken, contact Bernard, we need air support!"

"Mr. Clark, our contact with the Dartmouth has been broken and we can't reach each other."

"Fack! Damn the Ribbians! ”

Clark was indeed a little impatient.

This division was set up by MI5 a long time ago, before the war, to be exact, and they had even observed the fight between the two sides when the U.S. operational team entered Misrata.

Not only that, but they even have a top-secret document in their hands, which Clark has not transmitted through any means of communication, but has always backed up on the hard drive.

But he had no doubts.

Once this information is brought back to the UK intact, he will be able to leave this damn place, and even be promoted, but the most important thing now is to get out of here.

Rumble!

Not far away, the sky-high flames and bullet shooting tracks stretched in a straight line are clearly visible, and if the war does not bring bloodshed and death, then the scene in front of you will definitely be a grand fireworks display.

“go!go!go!”

The voice was short and fast, the figures shuttled, and in the blink of an eye, they had advanced from the periphery to the interior of Misrata.

The Libyan rebels and a large number of mercenaries are below the rules of Khamis attacking on the west and north flanks, and few people are aware that the army recruits will enter the inner city from the east by making a big bend in the back and from the east of Benghazi.

"Duke, maybe we'll have to leave Ribia after this war."

“why?”

Li Changjiang was a little puzzled.

Mercenaries don't like war?

What are you kidding, if there is no war, then what money is made? Don't look at the mercenaries who dragged them one by one, it looked like 2580,000, but the commission was not high.

Except for the current situation like war, where you can earn a daily salary of 500,100 a day, you can almost always take care of people's homes and nursing homes, and a daily salary of 300 US dollars is already a high salary.

And most importantly, to leave Ribia before Williams and the others were found?

It's impossible!

"My intelligence experts told me that Western countries, led by Britain and France, would soon continue to carry out a new round of bombing, and even send special forces to conduct infiltration operations.

You should know that we don't have the strength to fight against the English or the French, Duke. ”

Batra's tone was serious, even in the middle of the march.

Li Changjiang nodded secretly, a little crying and laughing in his heart.

That's not really good news.

Those bastards came to make a fuss, they just got into trouble with the Americans, and if they did it with the British and French, then I am afraid that they really couldn't stay any longer, and they could only return home in embarrassment.

Li Changjiang doesn't think that he is stronger than ****'s survivability.

"Hell, get down!"

Sou!

A puff of white smoke quickly rushed from the corner of the street across the street towards the marching procession.

It's an RPG!

Li Changjiang quickly squatted in the corner of the wall to cover his ears, and with a bang, Nami's rocket exploded in the room less than ten meters away, and soon the entire building was on fire.

Pick up the gun!

With a bang, an RPG shooter who reappeared was killed, and Li Changjiang quickly made a gesture of splitting up to outflank.

Nicholas outflanked from the left with a tank and a doctor, and the angel rushed from the right with a killer and a keyboard.

Li Changjiang did not hesitate, rushed to the roof of the building in one breath, and after finding a firing position that could provide fire cover for the two action teams, he immediately began to look for the target.

Boom!

Bang bang!

Two combos were used to dismantle the sentry lying in the building opposite, but Batra's angry voice could already be heard from the headset.

"Fack!"

"Bart, what's going on? Need support? ”

"Damn it, Duke, we're hitting hard stubble, not Ribians!"

Boom! Dadada!

Bang bang!

As he spoke, there was already a very fast strafing sound from the headset, and it was the machine gun in Bart's hand that fired.

"Kill that gunner, quick!"

Li Changjiang frowned slightly.

Not a Ribia?

Did you run into a mercenary?

As he pondered, the voices of tanks and angels came from the team's communication channel in the headset.

“clear!”

"It's safe! Boss, all the obstacles are cleared! (To be continued.) )