Emilia, Stocked Ed.
Inside the Delta Force base building.
"General, we've lost contact with the White Eagle Squad."
"The enemy may have been completely wiped out."
Inside the base commander's office, General Kakamas listened to his subordinates' report.
There wasn't a single extra emotional fluctuation in his eyes.
"Sure?"
"Report confirmed."
Carmes waved to indicate that he understood.
After the staff left the office, Carmes picked up his phone.
I found a number and dialed it.
“Hard, Lynch, the information you gave me is problematic.”
"Albaka is definitely not in charge there."
"The Chinese flag was flying there, and I lost an elite squad."
Carmes was far from as calm as he appeared.
The entire Delta Force has more than 1,200 personnel, but this excludes logistics and other ordinary personnel.
There were only a few hundred of the most elite soldiers capable of fighting.
Losing five elite troops like this, how could he not feel heartbroken?
Ordinary team members are different from those who frequently walk the line between life and death on missions.
Even within the Delta Force, the skill levels of its members vary.
The White Eagles squad led by Rellman was one of the best in the entire Delta Force.
Otherwise, this task wouldn't have been directly handed over to him.
"NO, NO, NO."
"It's not that my intelligence is wrong."
"My intelligence was accurate, but there was a problem with it."
"This is not my fault."
"This was done by the Chinese!"
"White Eagle Squad: Two dead, three wounded, and Rellman captured!"
It must be said that the CIA's intelligence capabilities are quite astonishing.
Only a few hours had passed since the incident, and they had already obtained intelligence about the battlefield.
How did you know?
Carmes had no news of the battlefield, but Hardling knew.
"We're the CIA."
“You’d better tell the truth.” Carmes absolutely did not believe that Hardling’s actions were based on CIA intelligence.
They are very capable, but not capable enough to operate under China's nose.
“One of our agents was monitoring the battlefield from the perimeter.”
Carmes felt like he had been tricked.
Just as he was about to angrily question Hardling, he heard the other party speak quickly.
"The latest intelligence indicates that one of their base members has left."
"Driving directly in the direction of Bia, it is very likely that it is Albaka."
"Al-Qaeda also arrived on the outskirts yesterday, but they retreated after seeing the Chinese red flag!"
"Do you want revenge now?"
"I can provide you with intelligence."
"He's definitely going to retaliate against Al-Qaeda. You can take advantage of their firefight to launch a sneak attack!"
Upon hearing this, Carmes naturally wanted revenge as well.
After their Delta Force was formed, apart from a previous major loss due to intelligence and weather issues, they suffered losses.
It is rare for a single casualty to result in the loss of an entire squad.
After hanging up the phone, Carmes picked up a phone from the table.
After pressing the button, he said, "Shelby, come to my office!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone immediately.
Fifteen minutes later, a white man arrived at Carmes' office.
"Sir."
The white man saluted Carmes.
The white man is Shelby, the captain of the Black Hawk team.
Just like Rheman before.
However, the Black Hawk team has three more members than the White Hawk team.
"There is a task that needs to be completed by you."
"The task information and objectives are on the table."
"Now you can take your team to prepare."
"The transport plane will drop you directly there!"
"Yes, sir."
Shelby took the documents and walked out of the office.
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Yuan Yi was unaware that his every move was being observed by CIA agents.
After all, he wasn't used to having the system scan running all the time.
That bastard is really dark-skinned; he should keep driving like that.
His popularity rating has already been completely destroyed by his attacks.
If you don't have popularity points when you actually need them, you're useless.
Therefore, he only turns it on when he is actually using it.
This gave Emily and Al-Qaeda an opportunity.
Meanwhile, in Libya, inside an al-Qaeda training camp.
After a few days, Simmons and his team returned to the training camp.
"Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring."
Simmons looked at the phone, stood at attention, and answered respectfully.
"leader."
"yes."
"What?"
"He dares to come again?"
"Please rest assured, Chief, I guarantee he will not return alive this time."
After hanging up the phone, Simmons immediately summoned his staff.
Looking at the people gathered in the hall.
Simmons looked at everyone with a gloomy expression.
"We just received word that Albaka is on his way to our base."
"We'll arrive in one more day."
"We suffered a loss from his sneak attack last time, so this time we're determined to keep him in Bia no matter what."
"The leader has given the order: whoever can kill Albaka."
"A reward of ten million US dollars, plus a direct promotion of two levels within the organization."
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