Chapter 1227: Evacuation
The wheels quickly grind against the sand on the ground, making a rustling sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć Lieutenant Shelton, who was sitting in the car, was wearing T-51A power armor and was silent clutching the railing of a modified SUV. He is now leading a team to a place called Afrin near Aleppo to rescue an important intelligence officer.
The lieutenant was satisfied with the T-51A he was equipped. But this thing didn't have time to be rigorously tested not long after it left the factory, and there were a lot of details in use. The most troublesome thing for him is that the battery of the power pack is always not enough power.
It's infuriating that the CIA got the power packs of the Rabbit Export Power Armor, the worst of which is better than what they're currently using.
It's hard to imagine that the rabbit's high-energy battery technology has advanced by leaps and bounds to surpass Eagle Sauce, which is too incredible. Now, in order to save energy, Lieutenant Sheldon had to maneuver around dangerous Aleppo by car carrying his own team members.
You must know that the entry of the US military into Syria is illegal, although Eagle Sauce can launch an attack under various rogue signs, but if someone is caught, it will be difficult to defend and lose face.
"Vulture One, can you hurry any longer?" Fidel, the voice of the rear commander, sounded anxious as the senior CIA intelligence agent sounded on the radio.
"I'm already the fastest." Lieutenant Sheldon replied unhappily. His armored squad was not able to make a public appearance, and therefore could not advance along the road in front of Syrian government forces. Now all three cars of the team are bumping in the rugged wilderness, which is very uncomfortable.
"Hurry up, we've lost another group of intelligence officers. If this continues, we will not be able to control the situation in Syria in the future. Fidel is not exaggerating at all.
Experienced intelligence officers are not leeks in the field, and they can't grow longer if they are cut. With the chaos in Syria, sooner or later the evacuated intelligence officers can change their ways and go back, and the key is that they can withdraw from what has been exposed.
Lieutenant Sheldon looked at the information on the current network. He was stunned to find that while he was hurrying to catch up, Zarqawi, who belongs to ISIS, had already killed five groups of people, killing the world's public opinion and condemning it again and again. But what is also exaggerated is the social account of the stealth warrior.
That damn guy culled seven targets in Aleppo in a row in two hours, killing twelve people. These individuals are in a variety of locations in Aleppo, ranging from government officials to ordinary citizens and even foreign journalists.
This guy also doesn't care about public opinion in the outside world, he doesn't hesitate to do it, and he is ruthless. The identities of the people killed seem to be different, but Fidel's constant urging shows that these are all CIA intelligence agents who have been placed in Syria and are now about to be evacuated.
This precise and lethal killing efficiency is so exaggerated!
At this moment, on the side of Route 62 in the small town of Afrin, a Toyota pickup truck drove off the shoulder of the road, turned off its lights in the dark, and tried to hide in the wilderness.
Inside the car was a young woman, she looked at the GPS positioning system in the car, grabbed out her mobile phone and dialed a number, and then tried to calm down: "I escaped, I have arrived at the departure location, waiting for rescue." ā
The voice on the phone told the woman to hide herself as much as possible and not make any noise, and the rescue team would arrive soon.
"I see." The woman hung up the phone and took a deep breath to calm her mind. She opened her mobile phone and browsed the Internet, focusing on Zhou Qingfeng's Twitter account.
When Zhou Qingfeng said that he wanted to see who caused the most harm, the woman understood that she had to flee as soon as possible. Because she recognized the dead Barak in the picture, who was her superior.
And on the next escape, Zhou Qingfeng's Twitter kept updating the photos of the killing. The photos, which should have been blocked by the authorities, were instead released as the C.I.A. tried to track the landing location.
The woman also recognized several of the people in the photo, and although she was not familiar with them, she had seen them all. Those should be her kind. There is no doubt that the diabolical invisible fighters are slaughtering the intelligence network of the CIA in Syria.
The woman, who was originally a Syrian student in France, was recruited by Barak and decided to work for the CIA. She wanted to overthrow the Assad regime, and for this did so she did not hesitate to marry a high-ranking official of the Syrian government army.
One of the reasons why the Syrian government forces have been defeated in hundreds of battles is that the orders issued by their superiors have not yet been conveyed to the grassroots level, but the opponents have known about it early.
Fleeing to the place of separation, the woman was finally a little relieved. She silently watched the second hand on the fluorescent watch turn, quite a little painful.
After waiting for ten or so minutes, there was a rustling sound on the radio, and a voice came out of it, "Vulture One calls Barak Five, I've arrived near you." ā
The woman hurriedly grabbed the radio and shouted, "I'm number five, and I've arrived at the detachment point." Where are you? ā
"Don't be nervous, I see your car. I'm approaching, don't attack. The radio finished.
It wasn't long before heavy footsteps approached the pickup, and the woman grabbed a small revolver and opened the door. I couldn't see the outside scene clearly in the darkness, but I could feel a wall of wind pressing down.
"Ma'am, can you put your gun down? It doesn't hurt me, but it makes me uncomfortable. "A light appeared in the darkness, and it was the searchlight on the chest of the T-51A.
Seeing the power armor with a strong sense of violence, the woman in the car finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the invincible Great America sent someone to save her.
Putting down the gun, the woman grabbed her bag and jumped out of the car. She also politely said 'thank you,' and then walked after the tall and mighty machine in front of her.
Lieutenant Sheldon was also relieved that he had finally completed a mission and rescued an important CIA intelligence officer. He turned on the satellite communication to tell Fidel in Turkey about the current situation, but before he could say a word, he heard a sudden sound of heavy objects crashing into the wilderness.
"What's going on?" Sheldon's hair stood on end and he shouted.
"What's going on?" The woman who had just been rescued suddenly felt nervous.
"What's going on?" Far away in Turkey, Fidel is on the lookout.
Sheldon shoved the woman behind the pickup, and he himself stopped in front of it with his armor while the radio channel was transferred to the squad's internal communications. As a result, as soon as the communication channel was turned, he heard the members of the team he led constantly shouting and swearing.
"Malenkov, debrief."
"Someone attacked me and my power pack was destroyed. Damn, I only have ten minutes of backup power left. ā
"Who attacked you?"
"I don't know, I can't see people in my night vision devices. But I'm sure he's nearby. He didn't carry heavy gear and couldn't penetrate my armor, but he popped up from behind me and broke my power pack. ā
Hearing this, Sheldon broke out in a cold sweat. He'd never been in the same situation before, and he could figure out what was going on with his toes - there was a deliberate trap in front of him, and the stealth warriors were eyeing them, and they were nearby.
The head-to-head confrontation is about to begin!