Aside from a long barbed wire fence with no end in sight and countless wooden piles, the border between Libia and Tuniz is flanked by the Gobi Desert as far as the eye can see.
Bang The sound of gunfire spread far and wide in the wilderness, unusually loud.
The crowd panicked and suddenly became agitated.
"Hell See" "These bastards, they're together with Fack, damn mercenaries" "God, what do they want to do" No matter how the British cursed.
Lao Maozi is not in the mood to continue to reason with this group of hypocritical Britons who are still picking on the door, and he now has time to slowly let these Brits.
However, Li Changjiang has already fallen asleep.
After spending a lot of physical energy, he couldn't even maintain his consciousness in a conscious state now, and the sequelae after the use of the additional skills were far beyond Li Changjiang's expectations.
But there's no doubt about it.
This skill is incredibly powerful Or terrible This can be seen from the eyes of the British and Tu Nisi people who looked at Li Changjiang.
As the black Land Rover pulled up in front of 10 Downing Street, a large number of secret police and plainclothes agents quickly occupied every corner where the enemy might appear in a very short period of time.
No one knows what is about to happen behind this quiet operation, but for Miller Coulson, it's a big deal.
"Hello, Mr.
Director" Nodding to the well-dressed lady in a suit, Coulson's steps were quick.
There was a smell of coffee in the room, very pure South American coffee, but he preferred a cup of green tea from Sri Lanka.
"Thank you, ma'am."
With a bang, the door to the conference room slammed shut, and two agents in crisp suits quickly stood in front of the conference room door.
"Miller, how are things now?"
"The situation is critical, Mr.
Prime Minister, our people are now trapped in Misrata territory, contact was cut off a few hours ago, and there is no news at the moment."
"Hell, why didn't you find out about this sooner."
The one who spoke was the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
"This is a covert operation, sir, our people are not authorized to confirm their identity, the Navy Dartmouth had already contacted them 10 hours ago, but could not confirm that the other party was our people, so the rescue time was delayed."
Coulson's face was as usual, and he was not moved by the words of the owner of 10 Downing Street in front of him.
As the head of MI5, he is a very tough soldier with a tough style.
There was a sudden silence.
"How many of them are there?"
"Fifty-eight, plus 21 elite British agents, that's 58 in total, sir."
"Damn it" It's a hell that there are 58 people Even if half or even less of those 58 people were caught by those damned Ribbians, that would be a big problem.
"However, our intelligence experts have found out something else, according to the records, the account of the Misrata intelligence station has been transferred not long ago."
"What Deals" "They transferred £25 million from their account to another account through the Swiss bank's highest-secrecy trading channel, and we didn't have access to that account number because of permissions."
When Coulson said the number of 25 million, a trace of flesh pain finally appeared on his calm face. 25 million This is the pound Damn, it just disappeared Due to the deliberate repression and coercive restrictions adopted by the prime minister in front of him, MI5 has not been in a very good situation recently, and every pound can be a headache without any funding in Congress.
This time the loss of the Misrata intelligence station is likely to be the largest MI5 in nearly 20 years.
"Fack" Even the prime minister, who has always been gentle and elegant, found it difficult to maintain his consistent demeanor after hearing this sentence, and even scolded a national curse a little rudely.
"Let the Dartmouth do everything possible to find them" "Sir, I don't have any authority to order the navy to do things for us" Damn it After leaving 10 Downing Street, bending down and getting into the black Land Rover parked outside the door, Coulson's face immediately became a little solemn, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.
"Director, Prime Minister, did he agree?"
"That's not what you're supposed to ask, go to the Admiralty."
Soon, Land Rover turned the front of the car and sped directly in the direction of the Admiralty, but through the rearview mirror, the agent driving the car had already noticed that their big boss, Director Coulson, had a very obvious smile on his face.
As Britain's top and most secretive intelligence service, MI5 is not something that anyone can control at will.
Not even if he is the prime minister.
"Have you figured it out?"
Then on the border of Tunes.
Lao Maozi shouted into the distance with a relaxed expression, his eyes staring at the British.
"To hell with it, damn the Russians."
But Clark's voice was soon drowned out by the sudden sound of gunfire.
Bang bang bang The sound of gunfire once again broke the silence of the wilderness.
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The damn Tunnis border guards finally started moving, and Clarke's face suddenly became a little distorted.
Poof The bullet went straight into the bodies of several Ribbian refugees who tried to climb over the fence, and the blood immediately stained the placket of their clothes, making it difficult to look at them directly.
"Hell get out of there" "Falk back away, back away from God, they're slaughtering" "Damn the Tunes, God will punish you" But it is clear that God does not hear their voices and does not favor their piety.
Maybe God is also a money addict.
Bullets still flew out, knocking men and women trying to rush to the ground, and the air was quickly filled with the smell of blood, and no one could doubt what humanitarian rules the damned Tunes soldiers would follow, the officer had apparently been bribed by the damned Russians.
Puff puff The sound of bullets shooting into flesh is a hair-numbing sound, a nightmare for the British, who have just escaped from the guns of the rebels in Misrata and Ribia.
When did the British Empire fall to such a point, damn bureaucrats.
"God, save us" "Clark Clark, we have to give them money" "Hell, Clark, we're going out" The crowd was surging.
At this time.
The reappearance of a large number of figures and pick-ups in Ribia, not far from the border, immediately made everyone panic again.
"Fack is a Ribian" It was true that the people who came were Libians, but not Ribbian rebels, but people from Hamis, but these people were Ribians first and government forces second.
So one thing is clear, neither Khamis's men nor the rebels will obviously have much affection for the British, especially the government forces that have just been bombed by British warplanes.
The crowd suddenly stirred.
The British themselves apparently realized that things were in trouble.
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